Page. O dear me! boys that go to school learn psalms;

Cas. Well, leave me; I'm weary.

Page. Indeed, my lord, I can't abide to leave you.

Cas. Why, wert thou instructed to attend me?

Page. No, no, indeed, my lord, I was not.

Cas. What dost thou know?——'Sdeath! what can all this mean?

Page. Oh! I know who loves somebody.

Cas. What's that to me, boy?

Page. Nay, I know who loves you too.

Cas. That's a wonder! pr'ythee, tell it me.

Page. 'Tis—'tis—I know who—but will

Cas. I will, my child.

Page. It is my lady Monimia, look you; but don't you tell her I

Cas. Talk'd she of me when in her bed, Cordelio?

Page. Yes; and I sung her the song you made too; and she did

Cas. Hark! what's that noise?

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[knocks.

[knocks.

Flo. [at the window] Who's there,

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