Leo. By my faith, madam, you shall pardon me;
I have a love of mine own to look to,
And he must have his breakfast.
Enter Bellarius, muffled in his cloak.
Bel. Leonella?
Leo. Come forth, and show yourself a gentleman,
Although most commonly they hide their heads,
As you do there, methinks! And why a taffaty muffler?
Show your face, man! I'm not asham'd on you.
Bel. I fear the servants.
Leo. And they fear their mistress, and ne'er think on you,
Their thoughts are upon dinner and great dishes.
If one thing hap—impossible to fail too
(I can see so far in't)—you shall walk boldly, sir,
And openly in view through every room
About the house; and let the proudest meet thee,
I charge you give no way to 'em.
Bel. How thou talk'st!
Leo. I can avoid the fool, and give you reason for't.
Bel. 'Tis more than I should do, if I asked more
On thee. I prythee, tell me how?
Leo. With ease, i' faith, sir,
My lady's heart is wondrous busy, sir!
About the entertainment of a friend too,
And she and I must bear with one another,
Or we shall make but a mad-house betwixt us.