Fran. I must to my Chamber.
Clo. May not I go along?
Fran. Yes, but good wench
Move me no more with these fond questions,
They work like Rhubarb with me.
Clo. Well, I will not. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Lelia and her Waiting-woman.
Lel. How now? who was that you staid to speak withal.
Wom. The old man forsooth.
Lei. What old man?
Wom. The poor old man that uses to come hither, he that you call Father.