And also (let me say so) trust myself,
Although but a poor painter.
Prince. I believe it;
And each of us shall play his part, I think,
That neither shall depart unsatisfied.
[Exit Prince.
Juan. Perhaps, but not as you suppose. Leonelo,
Put up my brushes and my colours, and—
My pistols with them.
Leon. Pistols! Is ’t to paint