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PUTANA: How like you this, child? Here's threatening, challenging, quarreling, and fighting, on every side, and all is for your sake; you had need look to yourself, charge, you'll be stol'n away sleeping else shortly.

ANNABELLA: But, tutoress, such a life give no content

To me, my thoughts are fixed on other ends;

Would you would leave me.

PUTANA: Leave you? No marvel else; leave me no leaving, charge; this is love outright. Indeed I blame you not; you have choice fit for the best lady in Italy.

ANNABELLA: Pray do not talk so much.

PUTANA: Take the worst with the best - there's Grimaldi the soldier, a very well-timbered fellow: they say he is a Roman, nephew to the Duke Monferrato; they say he did good service in the wars against the Milanese, but faith, charge, I do not like him,