1st Court. Here it is, good Megacles. You did not hope, surely, to find republicans as sweet as those who live cleanly under a King? But here are some of their precious citizens at last.
Enter Citizens hurriedly.
1st Citizen. I pray you, forgive us, gentlemen. We thought the Prince would take the land at the other quay, and had prepared our welcome accordingly.
Meg. Who are these men?
1st Court. They are honourable citizens of Cherson.
Meg. Citizens! They will not do for me. The Count of the Palace should be here with the Grand Chamberlain to meet my Master.
1st Cit. Your Master? Oh! then you are a serving man, as it would seem. Well, my good man, when comes your Master?
Meg. Oh, the impertinent scoundrel! Do you know, sir, who I am?
1st Cit. Probably the Prince's attendant, his lackey, or possibly his steward. I neither know nor care.