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Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again.

I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire

of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let

your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit.

Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.

[Enter] [Antonio] and Officers.

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Duke. That face of his I do remember well;