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Scæna secunda.
Enter Iuletta.Iul.
He's gone in here: This is Roderigo's quarter,
And i'le be with him soone: I'le startle him,
A little better then I have done: All this long night
I have led him out o'th way, to try his patience,
And made him sweare, and curse; and pray, and sweare againe,
And cry for anger; I made him leave his horse too,
Where he can never find him more; whistled to him,
And then he would run through thick & thin, to reach me,
And down in this ditch; up again, and shake him
And swear some certaine blessings; then into that bush
Pop goes his pate, and all his face is comb'd over,
And I sit laughing: a hundred tricks, I have serv'd him:
And I will double em, before I leave him;
I'le teach his anger to dispute with women,
But all this time, I cannot meet my Mistresse,
I cannot come to comfort her; that grieves me,
For sure she is much afflicted: till I doe,
I'le haunt thy Ghost Alphonso; I'le keep thee waking,
Yes, I must get a Drum: I am villanous weary,
And yet i'le trot about these villages
Till I have got my will, and then have at ye.
I'le make your anger drop out at your elbowes ere I leave ye.
Exit.
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