D.You should have told me of this,
This portrait: have you no guess who ’tis of?
T. I guess ’tis part of the pretence, my lady;
For when the fit is on he’ll talk to it:
And once I saw him kiss it.
D.Thank you, Tristram.
Take now these papers to your master at once
And tell him....
T. (going). I will, your ladyship.
D.Stay yet....