Exeunt all but Guil.
Enter Lorenzo [and his Page]. Peeps first.
Lor. What’s the matter here? the Prince is wounded too.
Oh, what a Dog was I to know of some such thing,
And not secure them all? Lor. stands gazing at Guil. Guil. stands [tabering] his Hat, and scruing his Face.
—What’s here? Ha, ha, ha, this is the pleasantest
Fellow that e’er I saw in my Life.
Prithee, Friend, what’s thy Name?
Guil. My Name, an’t shall like ye.
My Name, it is Guilliam.