Ben. No, I can assure your ladyship; I myself am the only wit, who does him the honour,—not to attend him, but—to bear him company.
Lau. But sure it was another you, that waited on Camillo in the garden, last night?
Ben. It was no other me, but me signior Benito.
Lau. 'Tis impossible.
Ben. 'Tis most certain.
Lau. Then I would advise you to go thither again, and look for the wit which you have left there, for you have brought very little along with you. Your voice, methinks, too, is much altered.
Ben. Only a little overstrained, or so, with singing.
Lau. How slept you, after your adventure?
Ben. Faith, lady, I could not sleep one wink, for dreaming of you.
Lau. Not sleep for dreaming? When the place falls, you shall be bull-master-general at court.