You'll never find his like! Time presses hard,
I've seen your drift and Adolf's too, this while,
But you can't keep the hour of audience back
Much longer, and at noon the Prince arrives.
[Pointing to Valence.] Entrust him with it—fool no chance away!
Gui. Him?
Gau. —With the missive! What's the man to her?
Gui. No bad thought!—Yet, 't is yours, who ever played
The tempting serpent: else 't were no bad thought!
I should—and do—mistrust it for your sake,