Lau. Sir, ’tis Philibert from the Prince.
Lor. Why, how now, Youngster, I see you intend
To thrive by your many Trades;
So soon, so soon, i’faith? but, Sirrah,
This is my Sister, and your Prince’s Mistress;
Take notice of that.
Clo. I know not what you mean.
Lor. Sir, you cannot deceive me so;
And you were right serv’d, you would be made fit
For nothing but the great Turk’s Seraglio.