Emp. Shortly I'll see 'em march my self.
Max. Gods ever keep ye— [Exit Maximus.
Emp. To what end do you think this Ring shall serve now?
For ye are Fellows only know by rote,
As Birds record their lessons.
Chil. For the Lady.
Emp. But how for her?
Chil. That I confess I know not.
Emp. Then pray for him that does: fetch me an Eunuch
That never saw her yet; and you two see
The Court made like a Paradise. [Exit Chilax.
Lic. We will, Sir.
Emp. Full of fair shews and Musicks; all your arts
(As I shall give instructions) screw to th' highest,
For my main piece is now a doing; and for fear
You should not take, I'll have another Engine,
Such as if vertue be not only in her,
She shall not chuse but lean to, let the Women
Put on a graver shew of welcome.
Pro. Well Sir.