(Aloud.) Ay, ’tis well thought of.
Mar.I can answer for him.
Man. I see. Yet there’s no cause why he should know.
Escort him blindfold hither; let Palicio
Have his face covered. Let him ask no questions:
And when ’tis done convey him blindfold back.
’Twere best he should not know.
Mar.O, brother, I thank thee.
Man. Why, girl, thou’rt crazed.
Mar.May I not go at once?