Well, sir, be gone. Pedro, come hither;
Know'st thou who this is?
Pedro.
Too well, sir.
Hieronimo.
Too well! Who, who is it? Peace, Isabella.
Nay, blush not, man.
Pedro.
It is my lord Horatio.
Hieronimo.
Ha, ha, St James; but this doth make me laugh,
That there are more deluded than myself.
Pedro.