1 'Tis my place.
2 Yours? here fair one, I'll aquaint my Lord.
1 He's here, go to him boldly.
2 Please you to let him understand how readily
I waited on your errand?
1 Saucy fellow, you must excuse his breeding.
Cesar. What's the matter?
Biancha, my Biancha, to your offices. [Exit Ser.
This visit (Sweet) from thee (my pretty dear)
By how much more 'twas unexpected, comes
So much the more timely: witness this free welcome,
What ere occasion led thee.
Bian. You must guess Sir,
Yet indeed 'tis a rare one.
Ces. Prethee speak it, my honest virtuous maid.
Bian. Sir I have heard
Of your misfortunes, and I cannot tell you
Whether I have more cause of joy or sadness,
To know they are a truth.
Ces. What truth Biancha? misfortunes, how, wherein?