Ron. Most dear Antonio,
Was not your passage dangerous from Barbary?
We had great winds and tempests; and, I fear me,
You felt the force at sea.
Trin. Yes, dearest Ronca.
How's this? I see his hands, and yet my purse is gone!
Ron. Signior Antonio, I see your mind's much troubl'd
About affairs of worth; I take my leave,
And kiss your hands of liberality.
Trin. And kiss my hands of liberality!
I gave him nothing. O, my purse, my purse!
Dear Master Ronca.
Ron. What's your pleasure, sir?
Trin. Show me your hand.
Ron. Here 'tis.
Trin. But where's th' other?
Ron. Why, here.