We are your servants that attend you, sir.
Hieronimo.
What make you with your torches in the dark?
Pedro.
You bid us light them, and attend you here.
Hieronimo.
No, no, you are deceiv'd, not I, you are deceiv'd:
Was I so mad to bid you light your torches now?
Light me your torches at the mid of noon,
When as the sun-god rides in all his glory;
Light me your torches then.
Pedro.
Then we burn daylight.[223]