Ant.Plague thee and thy lies!
Stand off, back from my table; lest thou come
To a bitter Egypt, and a mournful Cyprus.
Begone, I say.
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Ul.Lo! now I see thou lackest
Wisdom unto thy beauty. Of thine own
Thou wouldst not give away a pinch of salt,
Since thou withholdest here what costs thee nothing.
Ant. Then take what I would give thee ere thou go.