Bar. No, Boy, I warrant thee; they make great soundes, But mark what followes. Prethee, let's be merry, I want it much.
Son. I am glad to see you so, Sir.
Enter Servant.
Bar. I cannot be above two daies from Councell, I know their wants. How now, what haste?
Serv. O, Sir, ye are undon; We have lost ye.
Bar. Ha!
Serv. For ever lost ye.
Bar. Why?
[Serv.] The Captaine of the Guard, the Princes Captaine—
Bar. Where? how?