Luci. Good Gentlemen be patient, and believe
I come to see my husband, on command too,
I were no Courtier else.
Lici. That's all one Lady,
Now ye are here, y'are welcom, and the Emperour
Who loves ye, but too well.
Luci. No more of that Sir.
I came not to be Catechiz'd.
Pro. Ah Sirrah;
And have we got you here? faith Noble Lady,
We'l keep you one month Courtier.
Luci. Gods defend Sir,
I never lik'd a trade worse.
Pro. Hark ye.
Luci. No Sir.
Pro. Ye are grown the strangest Lady.
Luci. How?
Pro. By Heaven,
'Tis true I tell ye, and you'l find it.