What is there here now that I may not know?
That I am sent off? Who can this stranger be
So suddenly familiar with my master?
And comes here for his cure! Here to this haunt
Of women and lunatics! I’ll find him out.
[Exit singing to himself.
F. My man is trusty and dull; devoted to me.
R. Excuse my caution: if we were overheard,—
If any guessed I were the Duke of Milan,