ELBOW.
Come your ways, sir, come.
POMPEY.
You will not bail me then, sir?
LUCIO.
Then, Pompey, nor now.—What news abroad, friar? What news?
ELBOW.
Come your ways, sir, come.
LUCIO.
Go to kennel, Pompey, go.
[Exeunt Elbow, Pompey and Officers.]
What news, friar, of the Duke?
DUKE.
I know none. Can you tell me of any?
LUCIO.
Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome. But where is he, think you?
DUKE.
I know not where, but wheresoever, I wish him well.