As thou art tender [to't.] [[Exit].
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Per. Even here undone!
I was not much [afeard;] for once or twice
I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks [on] alike. [Will't] please you, sir, be gone?
I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
Of your own state take care: [this dream of mine,—]