Caius. I understand thee not
Ful. Thou wilt ere long. But here we vainly waste
Our time and words. Soon, will the morning break,
Nor know thy friends as yet of thy return;
I fly to cheer them with the tidings.
Caius. Stay!
Ful. And wherefore?
Caius. To reveal thy meaning.
Ful. Peace!
I hear the sound of steps.