Pietro. Would God nothing but the dogs were at it!
Let the deer pursue safety,[477] the dogs follow the game, and do you follow the dogs: as for me, ’tis unfit one beast should hunt another; I ha’ one chaseth me: an’t[478] please you, I would be rid of ye a little.
Fer. Would your grief would, as[479] soon as we, leave you to quietness!
Pietro. I thank you.
[Exeunt Ferrardo and Prepasso.
Boy, what dost thou dream of now? 10
First Page. Of a dry summer, my lord; for here’s a hot world towards: but, my lord, I had a strange dream last night.
Pietro. What strange dream?
First Page. Why, methought I pleased you with singing, and then I dreamt that you gave me that short sword.
Pietro. Prettily begged: hold thee, I’ll prove thy dream true; take’t.