Chil. It will be so for you that are a stranger;
Nor can it be a trouble to do service
To such a worthy beauty, and besides—
Mar. I see he will goe with us.
Clau. Let him amble.
Chil. It fits not that a Lady of your reckoning
Should pass without attendants.
Luci. I have two Sir.
Chil. I mean without a man; You'l see the Emperour?
Luci. Alas I am not fit Sir.
Chil. You are well enough,
He'l take it wondrous kindly: Hark.
Luci. Ye flatter,
Good Sir, no more of that.
Chil. Well, I but tell ye.