Serv. I call to memorie, let us unite with kinde imbrace.
Cittie wife. Now well fare your harts; by my truth, tis joy to a woman to see men kinde; faith you courtiers are mad fellowes, you care not in your humors to stab man or woman that standes in your way, but in the end your kindenes appeares.
Hostis. You can resolve us, sir; we heare of great revels to be at Court shortly.
Grac. The marriage of Lentulus and the Orator: verie true.
Hostis. Might not a company of Wives be beholding to thee for places, that would be there without their husbands knowledge, if neede were?
Grac. A moitie of friendship that, ile place ye where ye shall sit and see all.
Cittie wife. Sit? nay, if there were but good standinges, we care not.
Acu. S'foot, Graccus, we tarrie too long, I feare; the houre wil overtake us, tarrie thou and invite the Guests, and Ile goe see his course mounted.
Grac. About it.
[Exit[305] Acutus.