Ard. Bless me Heaven,
How did you find the way to Court?
Luci. I know not,
Would I had never trod it.
Phor. Prethee tell me,
Good noble Lady, and good sweet heart love us,
For we love thee extreamly; is not this place
A Paradise to live in?
Luci. To those people
That know no other Paradise but pleasure,
That little I enjoy contents me better.
Ard. What, heard ye any Musick yet?
Luci. Too much.
Phor. You must not be thus froward; what, this gown
Is one o'th' prettiest by my troth Ardelia,
I ever saw yet; 'twas not to frown in Lady,
Ye put this gown on when ye came.
Ard. How do ye?
Alas poor wretch how cold it is!
Luci. Content ye;
I am as well as may be, and as temperate,
If ye will let me be so: where's my Lord?
For there's the business that I came for Ladies.
Phor. We'l lead ye to him, he's i'th' Gallery.