And in Sir William Barclay’s The Lost Lady (folio, 1639), Act ii:—
Enter Phillida veiled who talks to Ergasto aside and then goes out.
Cleon. From what part of the town comes this fair day
In a cloud that makes you look so cheerfully?
are burlesqued in The Rehearsal, iii, V:—
Vols. Can vulgar vestments high-born beauty shroud?
Thou bring’st the Morning pictur’d in a Cloud.
Act III: Scene ii
[p. 164] ... is welcome. Buckingham parodies this in The Rehearsal, iv, III:—
Cordelia. My lieges, news from Volscius the prince.