Clau. You are, Sir?
Chil. Yes, my fair one.
Clau. So it seems,
You are so ready to bestow your self,
Pray what might cost those Breeches?
Chil. Would you wear 'em?
Madam ye have a witty woman.
Mar. Two Sir,
Or else ye underbuy us.
Luci. Leave your talking:
But is my Lord here, I beseech ye, Sir?
Chil. He is sweet Lady, and must take this kindly,
Exceeding kindly of ye, wondrous kindly
Ye come so far to visit him: I'le guide ye.
Luci. Whither?
Chil. Why to your Lord.
Luci. Is it so hard Sir,
To find him in this place without a Guide?
For I would willingly not trouble you.