He did not drink the wine—but still he sleeps.
(Producing veil.) I stole it from his pillow! Here’s a prize!
Poor devil that I am—whose only hope
Of meeting other men on equal terms,
Lies in his chance of keeping out of sight!
Ha! someone comes. I’ll hide thee carefully.
[Places it under a stone of dial.
Some day, maybe, thou’lt do as much for me!
Enter Florian, angrily.
Flor. So here you are: I’ve sought you everywhere—