Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Luciana her Sister.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. Neither my husband nor the slaue return'd,
Adr. That in such haste I sent to seeke his Master?
Adr. Sure Luciana it is two a clocke.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Perhaps some Merchant hath inuited him,
Luc. And from the Mart he's somewhere gone to dinner:
Luc. Good Sister let vs dine, and neuer fret;
Luc. A man is Master of his libertie:
Luc. Time is their Master, and when they see time,
Luc. They'll goe or come; if so, be patient Sister.
Adr. Why should their libertie then ours be more?
Luc. Because their businesse still lies out adore.
Adr. Looke when I serue him so, he takes it thus.
Luc. Oh, know he is the bridle of your will.