_Enter_ Lucina, Claudia, _and_ Marcellina. _Chi._ She enters: who are waiters there? the Emperour Calls for his Horse to air himself. _Luci._ I am glad, I come so happily to take him absent, This takes away a little fear; I know him, Now I begin to fear again: O honour, If ever thou hadst temple in weak woman, And sacrifice of modesty burnt to thee, Hold me fast now, and help me. _Chil._ Noble _Madam_, Ye are welcom to the Court, most nobly welcom, Ye are a stranger Lady. _Luci._ I desire so. _Chil._ A wondrous stranger here, Nothing so strange: And therefore need a guide I think. _Luci._ I do Sir, And that a good one too. _Chil._ My service Lady, Shall be your guide in this place; But pray ye tell me, Are ye resolv'd a Courtier? _Luci._ No I hope Sir. _Clau._ You are, Sir? _Chil._ Yes, my fair one. _Clau._ So it seems, You are so ready to bestow your self, Pray what might cost those Breeches? _Chil._ Would you wear 'em? _Madam_ ye have a witty woman. _Mar._ Two Sir, Or else ye underbuy us. _Luci._ Leave your talking: But is my Lord here, I beseech ye, Sir? _Chil._ He is sweet Lady, and must take this kindly, Exceeding kindly of ye, wondrous kindly Ye come so far to visit him: I'le guide ye. _Luci._ Whither? _Chil._ Why to your Lord. _Luci._ Is it so hard Sir, To find him in this place without a Guide? For I would willingly not trouble you. _Chil._ It will be so for you that are a stranger; Nor can it be a trouble to do service To such a worthy beauty, and besides-- _Mar._ I see he will goe with us. _Clau._ Let him amble. _Chil._ It fits not that a Lady of your reckoning Should pass without attendants. _Luci._ I have two Sir. _Chil._ I mean without a man; You'l see the Emperour? _Luci._ Alas I am not fit Sir. _Chil._ You are well enough, He'l take it wondrous kindly: Hark. _Luci._ Ye flatter, Good Sir, no more of that. _Chil._ Well, I but tell ye. _Luc._ Will ye goe forward, since I must be man'd, Pray take your place. _Claud._ Cannot ye man us too Sir? _Chil._ Give me but time. _Mar._ And you'l try all things. _Chil._ No: I'le make no such promise. _Claud._ If ye do Sir, Take heed ye stand to't. _Chil._ Wondrous merry Ladies. [_Ex._ _Enter_ Licinius, _and_ Proculus, Balbus. _Luci._ The wenches are dispos'd, pray keep your way Sir. _Lici._ She is coming up the stairs; Now the Musick; And as that stirs her, let's set on: perfumes there. _Pro._ Discover all the Jewels. _Lici._ Peace. [_Musick._ SONGS.