To send my Brother to the Grove that's neighbour
To the west Port of th' City; leave the rest
To my own practice; I have talk'd too long,
But now will doe: this kiss, with my Confession,
To work a fell revenge: a man's a fool,
If not instructed in a Womans School.
[Exeunt.
SCENA II.
Enter Bartolus, Algazeirs, and a Paratour.
The Table set out and stools.