Hor. O, you swear sweetly.
Bel. I’ll keep your oath for you, till you return,
Then I’ll be sure you shall not be forsworn.
Enter Pedringano.
And. Ho, Pedringano!
Ped. Signior?
And. Are all things aboard?
Ped. They are, my good lord.
And. Then. Bell’-Imperia, I take leave; Horatio
Be, in my absence, my dear self, chaste self.—