Clar. What news brings Brass?
Dick. Before Gad I cannot tell, Madam; the dog will never speak out. My Lord what-d'ye-call him waits, for me at my lodging: Is not that it?
Brass. Yes, Sir.
Dick. Madam, I ask your pardon.
Clar. Your servant, Sir.
[Exeunt Dick and Brass.
Jessamin!
[She sits down.
Enter Jessamin.
Jes. Madam.