Enter Launcelot.
Laun. Sola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola!
040 Lor. Who calls?
[041] Laun. Sola! did you see Master Lorenzo? Master Lorenzo, sola, sola!
Lor. Leave hollaing, man: here.
Laun. Sola! where? where?
045 Lor. Here.
Laun. Tell him there’s a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news: my master will be here ere morning. [Exit.
[049] Lor. Sweet soul, let’s in, and there expect their coming.
050 And yet no matter: why should we go in?