Prin. Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
[088] That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
[089] Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore
090 I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
[093] The king and his companions: warily
I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
095 And overheard what you shall overhear;
[096] That, by and by, disguised they will be here.