ROB. Sir, here be two or three gentlemen at the door
Would gladly speak a word with your worship.
Enter CLINTON, FORREST, HARVEY.
[CAS.] They need no bidding, methinks: they can come alone!
CLIN. God save you, Signior Castiliano.
CAS. O captain, come sta?[453] welcome all, my friends!
FOR. Sir, we are come to bid God give you joy,
And see your house.
MAR. Welcome, gentlemen:
'Tis kindly done to come to see us here.
ROB. This kindness makes me fear my master's head:
Such hotspurs must have game, howe'er they get it.
CLIN. We have a suit to you, Castiliano.
CAS. What is it, sir? if it lies in me, 'tis done.