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 I drink to your safe journey. My cup?

The cup is lost, my lord!

[With horror.] Lost—!

[To them] Wherefore have ye rewarded evil for good? Ye have stolen the cup!

[Furious] Ha! Dogs!

[Frightened] Husband|

[Calmly] Let be.

[Stepping forward] Wherefore saith my lord these words? God forbid thy servants should do this thing!

Strike them down!

The money which we found in our sacks' mouths we brought again unto thee; how then should we steal out of thine house silver or gold?

Moreover, we have not moved.

[Indicating the ] Ay! in the turmoil these lords made?

Slay them! Slay them!

[Hotly] With whomsoever of thy servants it be found, both let him die, and we also will be my lord's bondmen!