It's no matter, let the
world think me a bad counterfeit, if I cannot give him the
slip at an instant; why, this is better than to have stayed
his journey by half: well, I'll follow him. Oh, how I long
to be employed.
[EXIT.]
ACT II. SCENE III.
ENTER PROSPERO, BOBADILLA, AND MATHEO.
MAT. Yes, faith, sir, we were at your lodging to seek
you too.
PROS. Oh, I came not there to-night.
BOB. Your brother delivered us as much.
PROS. Who, Giuliano?
BOB. Giuliano. Signior Prospero, I know not in what kind
you value me, but let me tell you this: as sure as God, I
do hold it so much out of mine honour and reputation, if I
should but cast the least regard upon such a dunghill of
flesh; I protest to you (as I have a soul to be saved) I
ne'er saw any gentlemanlike part in him: an there were no
more men living upon the face of the earth, I should not
fancy him, by Phoebus.
MAT. Troth, nor I, he is of a rustical cut, I know not how:
he doth not carry himself like a gentleman.
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