A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 11

SCENE IV.

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ANTONIO, PANDOLFO, LELIO, EUGENIO.

ANT. Signior Pandolfo! welcome.

LEL. Your servant, sir.

PAN. Well-met, Antonio; my prayers and wishes Have waited on you ever.

ANT. Thanks, dearest friend. To speak my danger pass'd were to discourse Of dead men at a feast. Such sad relations Become not marriages. Sir, I am here Return'd to do you service. Where's your son?

PAN. He'll wait upon you presently.

EUG. Signior Antonio! Happily welcome.

ANT. Thanks, Eugenio. How think you, gentlemen: were it amiss To call down Flavia and Sulpitia, That what we do may with a full consent Be entertain'd of all?

PAN. 'Tis well-remember'd. Eugenio, call your sister.

ANT. Lelio, call my daughter. [_Exeunt_ LELIO _and_ EUGENIO.