Cas. My lord.
Duke. Peace; send that lord away.
A lordship will spoil all; let’s be all fellows.
What’s he?
Cas. Fluello, or else Sinezi, by his little legs.
Cas., Flu., Pio. All friends, all friends.
Duke. What? met upon the very point of time?
Is this the place?
Pio. This is the place, my lord.
Duke. Dream you on lordships? come no more lords, I pray:
You have not seen these lovers yet?
All. Not yet.
Duke. Castruchio, art thou sure this wedding feast
Is not till afternoon?
Cas. So’t is given out, my lord.