Bel. I'm bold to throw my cloak off at this news,
Which I ne'er durst before, and kiss thee freelier.
What is he, sirrah?
Leo. Faith, an indifferent fellow
With good long legs, a near friend of my lord's.
Bel. A near friend of my lady's, you would say;
His name, I prythee?
Leo. One Votarius, sir.
Bel. What say'st thou?
Leo. He walks under the same title.
Bel. The only enemy that my life can show me.
Leo. Your enemy? Let my spleen then alone with him.
Stay you your anger: I'll confound him for you.
Bel. As how, I prythee?
Leo. I'll prevent his venery;
He shall ne'er lie with my lady.