LEIODES.
Give it me.
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Eum.Sir, mayst thou fail.
Leiod. Curse on thy tongue. I asked not thy goodwill.
Tel. (aside to Eum.). I need thy aid without: thou and the neatherd
Follow me thro’ the postern: let none see you.
Some wooers rise from their seats. Tel., Eum., and neatherd go out by the postern door R.
Leiod. I cannot bend it: ’tis a deadly bow.
Ay, if I ever have spoken sooth, to-day