You are in stature like him, speech alike,
And had you but his vestment on your back,
There’s no one living but would swear ’twere he:
Therefore sly policy must be your guide.
I have a suit just of Andrea’s colours,
Proportioned in all parts:—nay, ’twas his own—
This suit within my closet shall you wear,
And so disguis’d woo, sue, and then at last—
Alca. What?
Lor. Obtain thy love.