Act III [Scene i]
Enter BERGETTO and POGGIO
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Does my uncle think to make me a baby still? No, Poggio, he shall |
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know I have a sconce now. |
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POGGIO |
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BERGETTO |
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’Sfoot, I will have the wench, if he were ten uncles, in despite of |
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his nose, Poggio. |
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POGGIO |
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Hold him to the grindstone, and give not a jot of ground: she hath |
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in a manner promised you already. |
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BERGETTO |
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True, Poggio, and her uncle the Doctor swore I should marry |
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her. |
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POGGIO |
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He swore, I remember. |
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And I will have her, that’s more. Didst see the codpiece-point she |
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gave me, and the box of marmalade? |
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POGGIO |
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Very well, and kissed you, that my chops watered at the |
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sight on’t. There’s no way but to clap up a marriage in hugger- |
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BERGETTO |
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I will do’t, for I tell thee, Poggio, I begin to grow valiant, methinks, |
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and my courage begins to rise. |
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POGGIO |
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Should you be afraid of your uncle? |
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BERGETTO |
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Hang him, old doting rascal, no: I say I will have her. |
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POGGIO |
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Lose no time, then. |
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BERGETTO |
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I will beget a race of wise men and constables, that shall cart whores |
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at their own charges, and break the Duke’s peace ere I have done |
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myself. Come away! Exeunt |
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