BUR. Well, my jack-a-dandy!
HUNDS. Can’st bring me Sir Charles Pomander hither, my honest fellow?
BUR. Here he’s a bringing himself, my jack-a-dandy.
[Exit C. L.
HUNDS. For so pretty a creature, she hath an establishment of the veriest brutes. Ah! here comes Master!
[Enter Sir Charles Pomander 3 E. L.]
POM. Well! is she arrived?
HUNDS. (aside to Pom.). I’ve marked her down, sir. She is here—in that room.
POM. Is her arrival known?