Long. By whom shall I send this?—Company! stay. [Steps aside.
Biron. All hid, all hid, an old infant play.
075 Like a demigod here sit I in the sky,
[076] And wretched fools’ secrets heedfully o’er-eye.
[077] More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish!
Enter Dumain with a paper.
Dumain transform’d! four woodcocks in a dish!
Dum. O most divine Kate!
080 Biron. O most profane coxcomb!
[081] Dum. By heaven, the wonder in a mortal eye!