Bel. I am glad on't; for my shoes so pinch me, I can scarce go a step farther.
Wild. Cross the way there lives a shoemaker: Away quickly, that we may not spoil our design.
[Exeunt Bel. and Wild.
Alon. [offers to go off.] Now, friend! what's your business to follow us?
Mask. Noble Don, 'tis only to recommend my service to you: A certain violent passion I have had for your worship, since the first moment that I saw you.
Alon. I never saw thee before, to my remembrance.
Mask. No matter, sir; true love never stands upon ceremony.
Alon. Pr'ythee be gone, my saucy companion, or I'll clap an alguazil upon thy heels: I tell thee I have no need of thy service.
Mask. Having no servant of your own, I cannot, in good manners, leave you destitute.
Alon. I'll beat thee, if thou followest me.
Mask. I am your spaniel, sir; the more you beat me, the better I'll wait on you.