Lorenzo, who is thy new master’s guest:
Give him this letter; do it secretly;
And so farewell: I would not have my father
[009] See me in talk with thee.
010 Laun. Adieu! tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful [011] pagan, most sweet Jew! if a Christian did not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived. But, adieu: [013] these foolish drops do something drown my manly spirit: adieu.
015 Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot. [Exit Launcelot.
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me
[017] To be ashamed to be my father’s child!
But though I am a daughter to his blood,
I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo,