Are sent away: I’ll show you to the street:
Come: you shall see me undo the doors, and say
I care well for my safety. Pray keep silence.
[Exeunt.
SCENE · 3
The next morning: a room in Lucan’s house.
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT.
Scarce an hour after sunrise, and two ladies for my master already. This it is to be a poet. One gives no name; the other is Thrasea’s daughter, Priscus’ young wife. I am to take her first: though the other looks the more pressing. (Goes to side, and returns ushering Fannia.) If my lady will kindly wait here a moment.