ooking in your glass, and
that has given you a bad opinion of all faces; but since when am I
become so notorious a fool?
_Lau._ Since yesterday; for t'other night you talked like a man of
sense: I think your wit comes to you, as the sight of owls does, only
in the dark.
_Aur._ Why, when did you discourse by day with me?
_Lau._ You have a short memory. This afternoon in the great street. Do
you remember when you talked with Laura?
_Aur._ But what was that to Beatrix?
_Lau._ [_Aside._] 'Slife, I had forgot that I am Beatrix. But pray,
when did you find me out to be so ugly?
_Aur._ This afternoon, in the chapel.
_Lau._ That cannot be; for I well remember you were not there, Benito:
I saw none but Camillo, and his friend, the handsome stranger.
_Aur._ [_Aside_] Curse on't, I have betrayed myself.
_Lau._ I find you are an impostor: you are not the same Benito: your
language has nothing of the serving-man.
_Aur._ And yours, methinks, has not much of the waiting-woman.
_Lau._ My lady is abused, and betrayed by you: But I am resolved, I'll
discover who you are. [_Holds out a lanthorn to him._] How! the
stranger?
_Aur._ Nay, madam, if you are good at that, I'll match you there too.
[_Holds out his lanthorn._] O prodigy! Is Beatrix turned to Laura?
_Lau._ Now the question is, which of us two is the greatest cheat?
_Aur._ That's hardly to be tried, at so short warning: Let's marry one
another, and then, twenty to one, in a twelvemonth we shall know.
_Lau._ Marry! Are you at that so soon, signior? Benito and Beatrix, I
confess, had some acquaintance; but Aurelian and Laura are mere
strangers.
_Aur._ That ground I have gotten as Benito, I am resolved I'll keep as
Aurelian. If you will take state upon you, I have treated you with
ceremony already; for I have wooed you by proxy.
_Lau._ But you would not be contented to bed me so; or give me leave
to put the sword betwixt us.
_Aur._ Yes, upon condition you'll remove it.
_Lau._ Pray let our friends be judge of it; if you please, we'll find
them in the arbour.
_Aur._ Content; I am then sure of the verdict, because the jury is
bribed already. [_Exeunt._
SCENE VI.
BENITO _meeting_ FREDERICK, ASCANIO, LUCRETIA, _and_ HIPPOLITA.
_Ben._ Knowing my own merits, as I do, 'tis not impossible, but some
of these harlotry nuns may love me. Oh, here's my master! now if I
could but put this into civil
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