Lor. A Fool’s head of your own, has it not?
The Boys will hoot at us as we pass—hah,
Who be these, who be these— Goes towards Cur. and Piet.
Cur. Here—this to Don Alonso—this to the
English Count; and this you may shew to the
Young German Prince—and this—
I will reserve for higher Prices. Gives Piet. Pictures.
Piet. Will you shew none to the Courtiers, Sir?
Cur. Away, you Fool, I deal in no such Trash.
Lor. How, Sir, how was that? pray how came we to