Mar. How know you?
Claud. They gave me great lights to it.
Mar. Take heed, Claudia.
Clau. Let them take heed, the spring comes on.
Mar. To me now
They seem'd as noble Visitants.
Claud. To me now
Nothing less, Marcellina, for I markt 'em,
And by this honest light, for yet 'tis morning,
Saving the reverence of their gilded doublets,
And Millan skins.
Mar. Thou art a strange Wench, Claudia.
Claud. Ye are deceiv'd, they shew'd to me directly
Court Crabs that creep a side-way for their living,
I know 'em by the Breeches that they beg'd last.
Mar. Peace, my Lady comes; what may that be?
Enter Lucina, and Lycias, the Eunuch.