Falls on you and your fellows!
THE MASKERS
[Trying unsuccessfully to salaam]
Mercy, Sire!
CAPO.
[Behind his hand chiding them]
Where are your manners, my Prime-minister?
Venetian bows are still the mode in court,
Whilst we are emperor.
[Giving a sign to Harlequin, who runs out, he turns to Altoum]