Makes you talk nonsense.
Anna. Surely, my brother, this was the riot that so frighted me.
Fel. And was I then the man, ‘if man it could be called who man was none,’ that Lazaro fought with?
Anna. I know not, I only know ’twas some one of a handsome presence like yours.
Fel. (aside). Perhaps his master—I much suspect it was Cesar that was dicing, and afterward fighting; and his servant, to cover him, invents this foolish story——(Aloud.) I will look into the street and see if it be clear.
[Exit.
Elv. Now say your say.
Anna (giving Lazaro her letter). And quickly, Lazaro; taking this letter—
Laz. (giving Cesar’s). And you this premium upon it.
Anna. Bid him be sure to come to me this evening; I have much to say. And thus much to you, Lazaro; your quarrel came in the nick of time to account for a swoon I had occasion to feign.