Alice. Not visit him?

Adam. No, nor take no knowledge of his being here.

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Alice. But tell me, is he angry or displeased?

Adam. It should seem so, for he is wondrous sad.

Alice. Were he as mad as raving Hercules,

I’ll see him, I; and were thy house of force,

These hands of mine should race it to the ground,

Unless that thou wouldst bring me to my love.

Adam. Nay, and you be so impatient, I’ll be gone. 120

120

Alice. Stay, Adam, stay; thou wert wont to be my friend.

Ask Mosbie how I have incurred his wrath;

Bear him from me these pair of silver dice,

With which we played for kisses many a time,

And when I lost, I won, and so did he;—

Such winning and such losing Jove send me!

And bid him, if his love do not decline,

To come this morning but along my door,

And as a stranger but salute me there:

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