_2 Ush_. But pray tell me, do you think for certain
These Embassadours shall have this morning audience?

_1 Ush_. They shall have it: Lord that you live at Court
And understand not! I tell you they must have it.

_2 Ush_. Upon what necessity?

_1 Ush_. Still you are out of the trick of Court, sell your place,

_Enter_ Ladies _and_ Gentlemen.

And sow your grounds, you are not for this tillage.
Madams, the best way is the upper lodgings,
There you may see at ease.

_Ladies_. We thank you, Sir. [_Ex._ Ladies, Gent.

_1 Ush._ Would you have all these slighted? who should report then,
The Embassadors were handsome men? his beard
A neat one? the fire of his eyes quicker than lightning,
And when it breaks, as blasting? his legs, though little ones,
Yet movers of a mass of understanding?
Who shall commend their Cloaths? who shall take notice
Of the most wise behaviour of their Feathers?
Ye live a raw man here.

_2 Ush._ I think I do so.

_Enter 2 citizens, and Wives._