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Rh That sends this apt occasion? Galeotto,

I warned thee in the springtime of our loves,

This hand could kill as easy as caress;

You laughed, and took it in your ampler palm,

And said that death were pleasant from such white

And taper fingers. Try it now!

'T is done! [Re-enter, L., hastily.

Hide, here, Madonna: here their lordships come!

I met them on the way, so brave and merry!

My gossip Galeotto bids them here,

To feast with him and her!

Their doom is sealed!

It is your due; you that go out bat-fowling

Lack wine o' mornings to keep up your hearts.

Why, thou wert there, knave; yet try thou to enter

Into the presence, and they'll whip thee back;

His Highness wants no fool to-day!