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Rh I render up your jewel, Malatesta;

See that you guard it as befits its price.

Trust me for that, my lord.

Sweet dreams wait on you.

This night sees her safe past Faenza's walls;

She 's too fair for this liquorish court of ours. [Exeunt and, L.

A peerless lady!

And a churlish spouse!

Bertuccio!

"At your elbow, sir!" quoth Satanus.

Come, fool, let 's rail at husbands.

Shall I call

Your wife to help us?

Out on thee, screech-owl!

Just when I felt my chains about to fall

Thou mind'st me of my jailer. Thank the saints,

I shall be free to-morrow, for a while