Lau. [Aside.] 'Slife, I had forgot that I am Beatrix. But pray, when did you find me out to be so ugly?
Aur. This afternoon, in the chapel.
Lau. That cannot be; for I well remember you were not there, Benito: I saw none but Camillo, and his friend, the handsome stranger.
Aur. [Aside] Curse on't, I have betrayed myself.
Lau. I find you are an impostor: you are not the same Benito: your language has nothing of the serving-man.
Aur. And yours, methinks, has not much of the waiting-woman.
Lau. My lady is abused, and betrayed by you: But I am resolved, I'll discover who you are. [Holds out a lanthorn to him.] How! the stranger?
Aur. Nay, madam, if you are good at that, I'll match you there too. [Holds out his lanthorn.] O prodigy! Is Beatrix turned to Laura?
Lau. Now the question is, which of us two is the greatest cheat?
Aur. That's hardly to be tried, at so short warning: Let's marry one another, and then, twenty to one, in a twelvemonth we shall know.