Sce. 8.
Ent. Quailpipe.
Qua.
Here my Lord.
Let.
The musicke, songs,
And dance I gave command for, are they ready?
Qua.
All my good Lord: and (in good sooth) I cannot enough
applaude your honours quaint conceit in the designe; so apt, so
regular, so pregnant, so acute, and so (withall) poetice legitimate,
as I may say justly with Plautus—
Let.
Prithee say no more, but see upon my signall given, they
act as well as I design'd.
Qua.
Nay not so well my exact Lord, but as they may, they
shall.
Exit.
Let.
I know no flatterer in my house but this,
But for his custome I must beare with him.
'Sprecious they come already. Now beginne.
