In the deed, St. Nicholas: but there’s time enough
To have it drawn afresh. Pray come, Sir Gregory,
Come to my study. Here we interrupt
These lovers. [Beckons G. off. Exeunt D. and G.
N. Now they are gone, put off this mask.
L.What mask?
N. Thou dost respect the Countess’eye and ear,
And wilt not love when she is by: but now
Give me at least thy hand to kiss.
L.Why no, sir.