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Ay, and this curtain'd couch!—For whom, I pray,
Prepare ye this, good Blas?

BLAS.

I do not know, my Lord.

HENRIQUEZ.

Thou dost not know!

Why dost thou blush so strangely as thou speak'st?
Compose thyself; I do not seek to know.
What scented thing is this? it smells most sweetly.

BLAS.

It is a box of aromatic gums.

HENRIQUEZ.

It needs must be some dainty fair for whom

Such delicacies are provided. Ay,
And learned too, I guess, for here are books.
A soldier's book ! (Turning over its leaves.)
Ha! 'tis mine own old friend.

BLAS.

His name is then upon it.

HENRIQUEZ.

Thou seem'st alarm'd, m'ethinks: how's this? whose name?

BLAS.

I do not know, my Lord. Your own old friend.