LAUNCE

Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.

SPEED

I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

LAUNCE

Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself
in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse;
if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the
name of a Christian.

SPEED

Why?

LAUNCE

Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to
go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go?

SPEED

At thy service.

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