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When your fair lady wants her, she can send:

I'll answer for her coming on that summons.

Good-night, sweet lords. [Aside.] How crestfallen he looks!

Mass! 't is ill cozening an old condottiere!

Did he think I had forgot to guard my baggage?

A murrain go with him! May the horse stumble

That carries him, and break his old bull-neck!

Oh, this is cruel! with my hand stretched out,

To have to draw 't back empty. I could curse!

What if I helped you to a substitute

For coy Ginevra, passing her in beauty?

One, too, whose conquest puts no crown to risk,

And helps withal a notable requital

That we all owe Bertuccio, you included.

What mean you?

Guess what 's happened to Bertuccio.

He 's grown good-natured?

Or has dropped his hump?

He has found a monkey uglier than himself?