LEONARD.
Let him who can imitate you.
ANTONY.
He who has such a gallant fellow to help him bear it, as I seem to have found in you, ought to be able to dance under the burden. You have grown quite pale. I call that sympathy!
LEONARD.
I hope you don't misunderstand me!
ANTONY.
Certainly not!
[He drums on a dresser.]
That wood is not transparent, is it?