By this air, as I am a gentleman: By Phoebus.
[EXIT BOB. AND MAT.]
MUS. Master, glance, glance: Signior Prospero.
STEP. As I have a soul to be saved, I do protest --
PROS. That you are a fool.
LOR. JU. Cousin, will you any tobacco?
STEP. Ay, sir: upon my salvation.
LOR. JU. How now, cousin?
STEP. I protest, as I am a gentleman, but no soldier indeed.
PROS. No, Signior, as I remember, you served on a great horse,
last general muster.
STEP. Ay, sir, that's true, cousin, may I swear as I am a
soldier, by that?
LOR. JU. Oh yes, that you may.
STEP. Then as I am a gentleman, and a soldier, it is divine
tobacco.
PROS. But soft, where's Signior Matheo? gone?
MUS. No, sir, they went in here.
PROS. Oh, let's follow them: Signior Matheo is gone to
salute his mistress, sirrah, now thou shalt hear some of
his verses, for he never comes hither without some shreds
of poetry: Come, Signior Stephano. Musco.
STEP. Musco? where? Is this Musco?
LOR.
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