Don Guz. You are the Argus of our Street and the Spy of Leonora; whether Diana by her borrow'd Light supplies the Absence of the Astrea of Day, or that the Shades of Night cover the Earth with impenetrable Darkness; you still attend till Aurora's Return, under the Balcony of that adorable Beauty.
Don John. So?
Don Guz. Wherever she moves, you still follow as her Shadow, at Church, at Plays: Be her Business with Heaven or Earth, your Importunity is such, you'll share it.
Lop. He is a forward Fellow, that's the Truth on't.
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Don Guz. But what's still farther, you take the Liberty to copy me; my Words, my Actions, every Motion is no sooner mine, but your's. In short, you ape me, Don; and to that point, I once design'd to stab myself, and try if you wou'd follow me in that too.
Lop. No, there the Monkey wou'd have left you.
[Aside.
Don Guz. But to conclude.
Don John. 'Tis Time.