Gon. Speak low; the prince both marks and listens.
Dul. You shall provide a priest (quoth he). In truth I promised, and so you well may tell him; for I temporised, and only held him off——
Gon. Politely; our daughter to a hair.
Dul. With full intention to disclose it all to your preventing wisdom.
Gon. Ay, let me alone for that; but when intends he this invasion?—when will this squirrel climb? 663
Dul. O, sir, in that is all:—when but this night?
Gon. This night?
Dul. This very night, when the court revels had o’erwaked your spirits, and made them full of sleep, then——
Gon. Then, verbum sat sapienti! Go, take your chamber, down upon your knees; thank God your father is no foolish sot, but one that can foresee and see. 671
[Exit Dulcimel.