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.
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.