[Who has been squatting on a brick, without taking any part in conversation, sings.] Sweet smiling Lalage, thee will I love for ever. Thee, sweet smiling Lalage----
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[Irritably.] Have done howling after thy Lalage! Before thou goest back to Rome again, she will be a grandmother.
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[Stretching out his arms.] Alack! Yes.
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[Pointing to the maids.] Are not there women enough here?
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Ah! but they are Jew girls. They mean well enough, but the punishment of death hangs over them.
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