Clar. About my years: there is not much between us.
Lisa. I long to know him.
Clar. 'Tis a vertuous longing,
As many hopes hang on his noble head,
As blossoms on a bough in May, and sweet ones.
Lisa. Ye are a fair storie of your friend.
Clar. Of truth Sir: now, what's the matter?
Enter a Servant.
Serv. There is a Gentleman
At door, would speak with you on private business.
Clar. With me?
Serv. He saies so, and brings haste about him.
Clar. Wait on him in. [Exit Servant.