Let it be Thomas, father Thomas. To-night
Can I rest at thy house?
Ros.I pray you will.
Man. An hour hence couldst thou meet me there?
Ros.I will.
God speed you.
Man. O, Rosso, Rosso, I fear thou’rt right ...
[Exit.
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Ros. Ay, ay. I’m right. Alas for Manuel.