more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Pol. That's likewise [part] of my intelligence; but, I
[fear, the angle] that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany
us to the place; where we will, not appearing
what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from
whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get the cause of
my son's resort [thither]. Prithee, be my present partner in
this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves. [[Exeunt.]