Luc. Will ye goe forward, since I must be man'd,
Pray take your place.
Claud. Cannot ye man us too Sir?
Chil. Give me but time.
Mar. And you'l try all things.
Chil. No:
I'le make no such promise.
Claud. If ye do Sir,
Take heed ye stand to't.
Chil. Wondrous merry Ladies. [Ex.
Enter Licinius, and Proculus, Balbus.
Luci. The wenches are dispos'd, pray keep your way Sir.
Lici. She is coming up the stairs; Now the Musick;
And as that stirs her, let's set on: perfumes there.