SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] He’s a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.
FIRST LORD.
There’s an Italian come, and, ’tis thought, one of Leonatus’ friends.
CLOTEN.
Leonatus? A banish’d rascal; and he’s another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
FIRST LORD.
One of your lordship’s pages.
CLOTEN.
Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in’t?
SECOND LORD.
You cannot derogate, my lord.
CLOTEN.
Not easily, I think.
SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] You are a fool granted; therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
CLOTEN.
Come, I’ll go see this Italian. What I have lost today at bowls I’ll win tonight of him. Come, go.
SECOND LORD.
I’ll attend your lordship.