Sebas. I can shake my heels.
Lev. Y'are well made for't.
Sebas. Measure me from top to toe you shall not find me differ much from the true standard of proportion. [Belforest knocks within.
Lev. I think I am accursed, Sebastian. There's one at the door has beaten opportunity away from us. In brief, I love thee, and it shall not be long before I give thee a testimony of it. To save thee now from suspicion do no more but draw thy rapier, chafe thyself, and when he comes in, rush by without taking notice of him. Only seem to be angry, and let me alone for the rest.[155]
Enter Belforest.
Sebas. Now by the hand of Mercury—[Exit.
Bel. What's the matter, wife?
Lev. Oh, oh, husband!
Bel. Prithee what ail'st thou, woman?