Nought. This river’s name?

DEBON.

DEBON.

The Ley.

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Nigh Leytonstone in Essex—called of old By men thine elders Durolitum? There Are hind and fawn couched close in one green lair? Speak: hast thou not my faith in pawn, to hold Fast as my brother’s heart this love, untold And undivined of all men? must I swear Twice—I, to thee?

DEBON.

DEBON.

But if thou set no snare, Why shine thine eyes so sharp? I am overbold: Sir, pardon me.

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My sword shall split thine heart With pardon if thou palter with me.

DEBON.

DEBON.

Sir, There is the place: but though thy brow be grim As hell—I knew thee not the man thou art— I will not bring thee to it.

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For love of her? Nay—better shouldst thou know my love of him.

[Exeunt.

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