A man got suddenly deaf, and seeing the people about him moving their lips, quoth he, ‘What the devil makes you all dumb?’ never thinking for a moment the fault might be in himself. So it is with you, who lay the blame on a face that all the world is praising, and not on your own want of skill to paint it.
Juan. Not a very apt illustration, Leonelo, as you would admit if you heard what I was saying before you came in. But, whose soever the fault, I am the sufferer. I will no more of it, however. Come, I will abroad.
Ser. Whither, my lord?
Juan. Down to the pier, with the sea and the fresh air, to dispel my vexation.
Ser. By quitting me?
Juan. I might indeed say so, since the sight of you is the perpetual trophy of my defeat. But what if leave you in order to return with a double zest?
Ser. Nay, nay, with no such pretty speeches hope to delude me; I know what it is. The carnival with its fair masks.
Juan. A mask abroad when I have that face at home!
Ser. Nay, nay, I know you.