O Lord, sir.
PETO. But to hear the manner of your services, and your
devices in the wars, they say they be very strange, and
not like those a man reads in the Roman histories.
MUS. O God, no, sir, why, at any time when it please you,
I shall be ready to discourse to you what I know: and more
too somewhat.
PETO. No better time than now, sir, we'll go to the
Mermaid: there we shall have a cup of neat wine,
I pray you, sir, let me request you.
MUS. I'll follow you, sir, he is mine own, i'faith.
[EXEUNT.]
ENTER BOBADILLA, LORENZO JUN., MATHEO, STEPHANO.
MAT. Signior, did you ever see the like clown of him where
we were to-day: Signior Prospero's brother?
I think the whole earth cannot shew his like, by Jesu.
LOR. JU. We were now speaking of him, Signior Bobadillo
tells me he is fallen foul of you too.
MAT. Oh ay, sir, he threatened me with the bastinado.
BOB. Ay, but I think I taught you a trick this morning for
that. You shall kill him without all question, if you be
so minded.
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