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94 Ne'er change to love some fair-hair'd youth; And pray no deluge comes to sink the lands, When all would fail and need no holy bands.

Loreto. Rather than that, I'd marry her myself.

Belardo. Thou?

Loreto. Why not?

Belardo. A fine wife, truly! and for thee, Loreto!

Loreto. Is it not better she should wed with youth, Than one who numbers summers twenty-nine Just twice told o'er, good sir?

Belardo. Call Tamar here.

Loreto. Tamar! Tamar!

Tamar. Ye shout as I were deaf.

Loreto. Father but said, Go call Tamar, And so I call'd.

Tamar. He didn't bid thee shout.

Loreto. Rather than see thee kicking idle heels, I'd have thee married, Tamar dear.

Tamar. Have me married! Bah!

Loreto. Why not? Art thou a woman only in disguise?

Tamar. Didst thou call, sir?

Belardo. Here, make all clean in every room, For all world is coming to the farm.

Tamar. What I and the Lady Julia, too, just dead?

Belardo. Her father marries with his brother's child.

Tamar. But why come here?

Belardo. See you not, that while they go seek from Rome The proper dispensations for the match, They do not care to stay within Verona's walls.