But who’s drawn into it, I trow,
May suit himself with when and how.’
But footsteps! Hark!—
Now to commence our calling, as new members
Of the most courteous cut-purse company.
Enter Leonardo, travelling.
Leon. (speaking as he enters). Lead on the horses, Mendo, ’tis so pleasant
Under the shadow of these wooded rocks,
I’ll walk some way alone.
Gil. Your servant, sir.