LIN. Witness this lie, Mendacio's with me now;
But, sirrah, out of jesting will they come?
MEN. Yes, and it like your ladyship, presently;
Here may you have me prest[177] to flatter them.
LIN. I'll flatter no such proud companions,
'Twill do no good, therefore I am determin'd
To leave such baseness.
MEN. Then shall I turn and bid them stay at home?
LIN. No; for their coming hither to this grove
Shall be a means to further my device.
Therefore I pray thee, Mendacio, go presently;
Run, you vile ape.
MEN. Whither?
LIN. What, dost thou stand?
MEN. Till I know what to do.
LIN. 'Sprecious, 'tis true,
So might'st thou finely overrun thine errand.
Haste to my chest.
MEN. Ay, ay.