Leo. You have charged me.
Cel. You shall know where I am.
Leo. I will not off yet:
She goes to knock at's door: This must be she
The fellow told me of: right glad I am on't,
He will bolt now for certain.
Cel. Are ye within Sir? I'le trouble you no more: I thank your courtesie, Pray leave me now.
All. Me. We rest your humble servants. [Ex. Me. &c.
Cel. So now my jives are off: pray Heaven he be here! Master, my royal Sir: do you hear who calls ye? Love, my Demetrius.
Leo. These are pretty quail-pipes, The Cock will Crow anon.
Cel. Can ye be drowsie, When I call at your Window?
Leo. I hear him stirring: Now he comes wondring out.
Enter Demetrius.