Luci. I?
I'le rather find my grave, and so inform him.
Pro. Is it not pity Gentlemen, this Lady,
(Nay I'le deal roughly with ye, yet not hurt ye)
Shold live alone, and give such heavenly beauty
Only to walls, and hangings?
Luci. Good Sir, patience:
I am no wonder, neither come to that end,
Ye do my Lord an injury to stay me,
Who though ye are the Princes, yet dare tell ye
He keeps no wife for your wayes.
Bal. Well, well Lady;
However you are pleas'd to think of us,
Ye are welcom, and ye shall be welcome.
Luci. Shew it
In that I come for then, in leading me
Where my lov'd Lord is, not in flattery:— [Jewels shew'd.
Nay ye may draw the Curtain, I have seen 'em,
But none worth half my honesty.
Claud. Are these Sir,
Laid here to take?
Pro. Yes, for your Lady, Gentlewomen.
Mar. We had been doing else.
Bal. Meaner Jewels
Would fit your worths.
Claud. And meaner clothes your bodies.