[Enter a Servant of _Michael Perez_.]

Servant:

'Tis this or that house, or I have lost my aim,
They are both fair buildings, she walked plaguy fast,

[Enter _Estifania_.]

And hereabouts I lost her; stay, that's she,
'Tis very she,--she makes me a low court'sie,
Let me note the place, the street I well remember.

[Exit.

She is in again, certain some noble Lady.
How happy should I be if she love my master:
176] A wondrous goodly house, here are brave lodgings,
And I shall sleep now like an Emperour,
And eat abundantly: I thank my fortune,
I'll back with speed, and bring him happy tidings.

[Exit.

[Enter three old Ladies.]

1 Lady:

What should it mean, that in such haste
We are sent for?