You now are in the room. Stand in your place.
While I make ready. (To Pal.) Let me wrap this cloth
About thy face. Lie ever still, and speak not.
(To Rosso.) Your eyes, sir, are at liberty.
ROSSO (unbandaging).
Coming hither,
I thought ’twould make a pretty poem to tell
Of one, whose cruel mistress ne’er allowed
The meanest favour, till he dreamed one night
That he was blind, and she, in pity of him,