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" Lussurioso: " Welcome, be not far off, we must be better acquainted. Push, be bold with us, thy hand!" Vindice: " With all my heart, i'faith. How dost, sweet musk-cat? When shall we lie together?" Lussurioso: (aside) " Wondrous knave!Gather him into boldness? 'Sfoot, the slave'sAlready as familiar as an ague,And shakes me at his pleasure! -- Friend, I canForget myself in private, but elsewhere,I pray do you remember be." Vindice: " Oh, very well, sir.I conster myself saucy." Lussurioso: " What hast been? What profession?" Vindice: " A bone-setter." Lussurioso: " A bone-setter!" Vindice: " A bawd, my lord, one that sets bones together." Lussurioso: (aside) " Notable bluntness! "
