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Every Man out of His Humour by Ben Jonson
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sister.

SORD. Do you know her, sir?

FAST. O Lord, sir! signior Deliro, her husband, is my merchant.

FUNG. Ay, I have seen this gentleman there often.

FAST. I cry you mercy, sir; let me crave your name, pray you.

FUNG. Fungoso, sir.

FAST. Good signior Fungoso, I shall request to know you better, sir.

FUNG. I am her brother, sir.

FAST. In fair time, sir.

PUNT. Come, gentlemen, I will be your conduct.

FAST. Nay, pray you sir; we shall meet at signior Deliro's often.

SOG. You shall have me at the herald's office, sir, for some week or so at
my first coming up. Come, Carlo.
[EXEUNT.

MIT. Methinks, Cordatus, he dwelt somewhat too long on this scene; it hung
in the hand.

COR. I see not where he could have insisted less, and to have made the
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