You’re easily carried! I’ll bring you tidings later, if I encounter with your gipsy—Ha! Ha!—Farewell. [Turns at the door and comes back.] But why should you not plead your own cause?
Shakespeare:
How? Where? This stage is far from Court.
Herbert:
That’s nothing; desire will bridge the broadest river. There’s to be a masque at Court to-morrow afternoon. Come, then, and meet your fair.
Shakespeare:
Without right—or command?
Herbert:
The Lord Chamberlain will send an invitation to any friend of mine: I need not name you.
Shakespeare: