Elv. I? why?
Laz. Because my mistress’ mistress does so to my master whose love I follow in shadow.
Elv. Oh, I did not understand.
Laz. When he’s happy then I’m jolly;
When he’s sad I’m melancholy:
When he’s love-infected, I
With the self-same fever fretted,
Either am bound like him to fry,
Or if he chooses to forget it,
I must even take his cue,