Hugo.
And for fear he shou'd once more ask me to bear him company I'll get out of the way as fast as possible.
(Going, meets the Princess.)
Eglantine.
Hugo, where are you going?
Hugo.
I'm going, madam, to——to unarm my master before the banquet, and fear I shall be too late.
Eglantine.
Hold, sir—Can you be secret?