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SHAKESPEARE: [_While Shakespeare stands at gaze Ben Jonson enters._] It is the end, I think-the end. [_Turns to the room._] What weak curs we are, Ben: I beg her to come soon; yet I wish she were dead!
JONSON: A proud patch, that; she's not likely to die soon: the devil takes care of his own.