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HE house is all ablaze, The noise of revel fast and furious.

Roselo. Some son or daughter weds, mayhap.

Anselmo. No doubt a wedding or betrothal feast.

Roselo. Marin, go, enter thou, and see thy looks Be guarded, and thy tongue discreet.

Marin. And for my pains to clear the scraps From off the dirty platters they have left, Shall I go venture 'mid our deadliest foes, That I may tattle of the sight?

Roselo. Who, thinkest thou, will ever care To note thy entrance or thy exit there?