Ushers prove masters, degrees makes us climb.
[Massino[261] knocks.
Who knocks? Is’t you, my noble lord?
Enter Massino[261] in his hunting weeds.
Mass. Came my friend hither—Count Gniaca?
Ann. No, my good lord.
Mass. Where’s my Isabella?
Ann. In her chamber.
Mass. Good: I’ll visit her. 120
Ann. The chamber’s lock’d, my lord: she will be private.