2nd Pren. I warrant you, mistress, let us alone for keeping our countenance: for, if I list, there’s ne’er a fool in all Milan shall make me laugh, let him play the fool never so like an ass, whether it be the fat court-fool, or the lean city-fool.
Vio. Enough then, call down George.
2nd Pren. I hear him coming.
Vio. Be ready with your legs[201] then, let me see
How courtesy would become him.—
Enter George in Candido’s apparel.
Beshrew my blood, a proper seemly man. Gallantly!
Of a choice carriage, walks with a good port!
Geo. I thank you, mistress, my back’s broad enough, now my master’s gown’s on.
Vio. Sure, I should think it were the least of sin,
To mistake the master, and to let him in.
Geo. ’Twere a good Comedy of Errors[202] that, i’faith.
2nd Pren. Whist, whist! my master.