[ENTER MUSCO LIKE THE DOCTOR'S MAN.]
MUS. Signior Thorello, my master, Doctor Clement, salutes you,
and desires to speak with you, with all speed possible.
THO. No time but now? Well, I'll wait upon his worship,
Piso, Cob, I'll seek them out, and set them sentinels till
I return. Piso, Cob, Piso.
[EXIT.]
PROS. Musco, this is rare, but how got'st thou this apparel of
the Doctor's man?
MUS. Marry sir. My youth would needs bestow the wine on me to
hear some martial discourse; where I so marshall'd him, that I made
him monstrous drunk, and because too much heat was the cause of his
distemper, I stript him stark naked as he lay along asleep, and
borrowed his suit to deliver this counterfeit message in, leaving a
rusty armour and an old brown bill to watch him till my return:
which shall be when I have pawn'd his apparel, and spent the money
perhaps.
PROS. Well, thou art a mad knave, Musco, his absence will be a
good subject for more mirth: I pray thee return to thy young
master Lorenzo, and will him to meet me and Hesperida at the
Friary presently: for here, tell him, the house is so stored with
jealousy, that there is no room for love to stand upright in: but
I'll use such means she shall come thither, and that I think will
meet best with his desires: Hie thee, good Musco.
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