Chil. But tell me Madam,
How do ye like the Song?
Luci. I like the air well,
But for the words, they are lascivious,
And over light for Ladies.
Chil. All ours love 'em.
Luci. 'Tis like enough, for yours are loving Ladies.
Lici. Madam, ye are welcom to the Court. Who waits?
Attendants for this Lady.
Luci. Ye mistake Sir;
I bring no triumph with me.
Lici. But much honour.
Pro. Why this was nobly done; and like a neighbour,
So freely of your self to be a visitant,
The Emperour shall give ye thanks for this.
Luci. O no Sir;
There's nothing to deserve 'em.
Pro. Yes, your presence.