Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed
[053] Unto the tranect, to the common ferry
[054] Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words,
[055] But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.
Balth. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit.
Por. Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand
That you yet know not of: we’ll see our husbands
Before they think of us.
Ner.
Shall they see us?