Will find me apter to requite your service.

In the meantime I crave your company520

A moment in my chamber.

Gab.‍I attend you.

Stral, (after a few steps, pauses, and calls Werner).

Friend!

Wer.‍Sir!

Iden.‍Sir! Lord—oh Lord! Why don't you say

His Lordship, or his Excellency? Pray,

My Lord, excuse this poor man's want of breeding: