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SCENE II.
Enter TRACHALIO, at a little distance.I've us'd my best endeavours not to slip
My master any where. When he went out,
He said that he was going to the port,
And bade me meet him here at Venus' temple.—
But see, some people stand there opportunely,
Of whom I may enquire. I'll up to them.
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How fares it with you?
Fisherman.
As with fishermen;
Dying with hunger, thirst, and expectation.
Trach.
Have you seen come this way, since you've been here,
E'er a fresh-colour'd, stout, well-looking youth,
And three companions with him, drest like soldiers?
Fish.
We have seen no one answering your description.
Trach.
Or have you met an old bald-pated fellow,
Hook-nos'd, pot-bellied, beetle-brow'd, squint-ey'd,
A sour-fac'd knave, the scorn of Gods and men,
Full of iniquity and vile dishonour,
With two young likely damsels?
Fish.
Such an one
In mind and deed is fitter for the gallows
Than Venus' temple.
Trach.
Tell me, have you seen him?
Fish.
No,—no one has come hither.—Fare you well.
Trach.
Farewell.
[Exeunt Fishermen.
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