CLOWN. What an ass are you; here's a stir indeed, here's message, arrant, banishment, and I cannot tell what.
SEGASTO. I pray you, sir, shall I know whether you have drove him away.
CLOWN. Faith, I think I have; and you will not believe me, ask my staff.
SEGASTO. Why, can thy staff tell?
CLOWN. Why, he was with me too.
SEGASTO. Then happy I, that have obtain'd my will.
CLOWN. And happier I, if you would go to dinner.
SEGASTO. Come, sirrah, follow me.
CLOWN. I warrant you, I will not lose an inch of you now you are going
to dinner, I promise you. I thought [it] seven year, before I could get
him away. [_Aside.]
[Exeunt.
Enter_ AMADINE sola