Lam. 'Tis wellcome, though it bear his usual language:
I thought so much, his love-suit speaks his health.
What's he that brought it?
Charl. A Gentleman of good rank, it seems.
Lam. Where is he?
Charl. Receiving entertainment in your house
Sorting with his degree.
Lam. 'Tis well.
Charl. He waits your Ladyships pleasure.
Lam. He shall not wait long:
I'll leave you for a while; nay stay you boy,
Attend the Lady. [Exeunt Lam. Charl.
Vir. Would I might live once
To wait on my poor Master.
L. Orl. That's a good boy:
This thankfulness looks lovely on thy forehead,
And in it, as a book, me thinks I read
Instructions for my self, that am his debtor,
And wou'd do much that I might be so happy
To repair that which to our grief is ruin'd.
Vir. It were a work a King might glory in,
If he saw with my eyes: If you please Madam,
For sure to me you seem unapt to walk,
To sit, although the churlish Birds deny
To give us musick in this grove, where they
Are prodigall to others: I'll strain my voyce
For a sad Song, the place is safe and private.