Lieu. You fool, do you. Do and you dare now.
1 Gent. I do not undertake it.
Lieu. Then hold your peace, and meddle with your own matters.
Leo. Now he will knock. [Knocks louder.
Lieu. Sir, Sir, will't please you hear Sir? Your Grace, I'll look again, what's that?
Leo. He's there now. Lord! How he stares! I ne'r yet saw him thus alter'd: Stand now, and take the Troop.
Lieu. Would I were in't,
And a good horse under me: I must knock again,
The Devil's at my fingers ends: he comes now.
Now Colonel, if I live—
Leo. The Troop's thine own Boy.
Enter Demetrius, a Pistol.
Dem. What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine?