Por. Yes, yes; I pray, make haste. [Exit Flora.
Cam. Cousin, pray, call for Mirabel, and let her
Divert us with a song.
Por. Who waits there?
Enter Page.
Page, bid Mirabel come in, and Floridor
With his lute, and send in somebody with chairs.
Cam. Pray, cousin, let her sing her newest air.
Por. What you please.
Cam. Tell me, prythee, whose composition was it?
Por. Guess, and I'll tell you true. [They bring in chairs.