_Lean_.
Do Lady,
Do happy Lady.
_Ama_.
All your mind's of doing,
You must be modester.
_Lean_.
I will be any thing.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENA VII.
_Enter_ Bartolus.
_Bar_.
Open the doors, and give me room to chafe in
Mine own room, and my liberty: why Maid there,
Open I say, and do not anger me,
I am subject to much fury: when, ye Dish-clout?
When do ye come? asleep ye lazie Hell-hound?
Nothing intended, but your ease, and eating?
No body here? why Wife, why Wife? why Jewel?
No tongue to answer me? pre'thee, good Pupil,
Dispense a little with thy careful study,
And step to th' door, and let me in; nor he neither?
Ha! not at's study? nor asleep? nor no body?
I'le make ye hear: the house of ignorance,
No sound inhabits here: I have a Key yet
That commands all: I fear I am Metamorphiz'd.
_Enter_ Lopez, Arsenio, Milanes, Diego.
_Lop_.
He keeps his fury still, and may do mischief.
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