Saving your presence, and before your faces,
I must embrace him.
Lope. Thanks, good Beatrice.
Urr. You see how all rejoice to see you, Lope,
But none so more than I; believe ’t. But now
’Tis time you wait on Mendo, and acknowledge
The kindness he has done us. See, Beatrice,
If he be in his room, or busy there.
[Exit Beatrice.
Meanwhile, my son, I crave one patient hearing