Leon. Upon your knee receive it.

Clar. And take it as a special favour from me,
To tye my shooe.

Malf. I am o're-joy'd.

Leon. Good reason.

Clar. You may come higher in time.

Leon. No more, the Lady.

Enter Calista.

Malf. She frowns.

Clar. I thank you for this visit cousin,
But without leave hereafter from my Lady,
I dare not change discourse with you.

Malf. Pray you take your mornings draught.