_Æne_. Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
_Pan_. Who’s there? My lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not. What
news with you so early?
_Æne_. Is not Prince Troylus here?
_Pan_. Here! What should he do here?
_Æne_. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him.
It doth import him much to speak with me.
_Pan_. Is he here, say you? It’s more than I know, I’ll be sworn. For
my own part, I came in late. What should he do here?
_Æne_. Who!-nay, then. Come, come, you’ll do him wrong ere you are
ware; you’ll be so true to him to be false to him. Do not you know of
him, but yet go fetch him hither; go.