Enter Lazaro.
Laz. Where can my master be? I shall go crazy, I think, running from room to room, and house to house, after him and his distracted wits.
Prince. Lazaro! Well, what news abroad?
Laz. Ah, my lord, there has been little of that under the sun this long while, they say. For instance, the slasht doublets just come into fashion, and which they call new; why ’twas I invented them years ago.
Prince. You! how?
Laz. Why, look you; once on a time when I was not so well off as now, and my coat was out at elbows, the shirt came through: many saw and admired— and so it has grown into a fashion.
Prince. Who listens to you but carries away food for reflection!
[Exit.
Laz. Aha! you are somewhat surfeited with that already, I take it.