Lio. Farewell, sir. Go thy ways; thou hast as dull a piece of scalp as ere covered the brain of any traveller. [Aside.
Duke. For love's sake, Lionel, let's haste to thy uncle, before the coxcomb prevent us.
Lio. Why, sir, I stay for you.
Leo. Has Petro prepar'd him for your entrance, and is your disguise fit?
Lio. I have all in readiness.
Duke. On then, and when you are warm in your discourse, we'll come with our device to affright him: 'twill be an excellent scene of affliction.
Leo. Be sure you mark your cue, sir, and do not fail to approach.
Duke. Trust to my care, I warrant you. [Exeunt.
Enter Aurelio and Servant.