Good masters, harm me not:
Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought
To have begg'd or bought what
I have took:
I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found
Gold strew'd i' the floor.
Here's money for my meat:
I would have left it on the board so soon
As I had made my meal, and parted
prayers for the provider.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.
I see you're angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died had I not made it.
What's your name?
Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
To whom being going, almost
spent with hunger,
I am fall'n in this offence.
Prithee, fair youth,
Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well
'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it.
bid him welcome.
Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty,
I bid for you as I'd buy.
I'll make't my comfort
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:
And such a welcome as I'd give to him
long absence, such is yours: most welcome!
Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
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