[Enter a Servant.]

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[Serv.] Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

And help to dress your sister's chamber up:

You know to morrow is the wedding-day.

Bian. Farewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone.

[Exeunt Bianca and Servant.]

Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit.]

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Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant: