Quod mora tardat abest.
See how Silenus walkes accomplished,
With due performance of his fathers Page,
Looks back of purpose to be honoured,
And on each slight occasion gins to rage
You villaine, dog, where hath your stay been such,
Quoth he, The Broker would not lend so much.
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