Cra. Alass Sir, they desire to follow you
But a far off, the farther off the better.
Tut. I Sir, and't be seven mile off, so we may but follow you, only to countenance us in the confronts and affronts, which (according to your Highness will) we mean on all occasions to put upon the Lord Euphanes.
Onos. He shall not want gibing nor jeering, I warrant him, if he do, I'l forswear wit.
Nea. It has forsworn thee, I'l swear, it is the ancient enemy to thy house.
The. Well, be it so; I here receive ye; for my followers a great way off.
Nea. Seven miles, my Lord, no further.
Onos. By what time, Sir, (by this measure) may I come to follow him in his Chamber?
Nea. Why when his Chamber, Sir, is seven miles long.
Enter Euphanes, Conon, Page, Gent. Attendants.
Gent. Make way there for my Lord Euphanes.