I will do what you will. Lead, lead your dance.

[Exeunt John and Marian.]

FIRST MASKER

[To a lady, as they come up from the garden.]

Will you not let me see your face now, sweet?

LADY

You hurt my lip with that last kiss of yours.
Hush, do not lean your face so close, I pray you;
Loosen my fingers. There's my lord.

FIRST MASKER

Where? Where?
Now, if I know him, I shall know your name!

LADY