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324 To seek her father. See, he comes, alone. I will not meddle in this broil. Farewell! [Exit Gentleman-

Oh heart, break not for pity ! Shall he thus Unto all Naples blazon his disgrace ? This must not be (advancing). Father!

Who calls me father ?

Why, master, I you know me not ? Lorenzo.

Nor do I care to know thee. Thou must be An arrant coward, thus to league with foes Against so poor a wretch as I to call me By the most curst, despised, unhallowed name God s creatures own. Away ! and let me pass ; I injure no man.

Look at me, dear master. Your head is bare, your face is ashy pale, The sun is fierce. I am your friend, your pupil; Let me but guide my reverend master home,