Lieu. I.
Host. I cannot tell ye, But handsome as Heaven.
Lieu. She is not so high I hope, Sir.
Leo. Where is she?
Lieu. I, that would be known.
Leo. Why, Sirrah.
Host. I cannot show ye neither; The King has now dispos'd of her.
Leo. There lyes the matter: Will he admit none to come to comfort him?
1 Gent. Not any near, nor, let 'em knock their hearts out, Will never speak.
Lieu. 'Tis the best way if he have her; For look you, a man would be loth to be disturb'd in's pastime; 'Tis every good mans case.