Duke. There's for thy pains.

Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.

Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

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Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or

[another].

Duke. [Give me] now leave to leave thee.

[Clo.] Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the

tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind

is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put