De.  Now, sir, keepe of.

Cou.  Th’art not so base?

De.  I never cosen’d you, do you remember?  These two will guide me on the rope.

Cou.  You meane to dance, then?

De.  Yes, the Canaries,[272] but with quicker tyme Then you, I hope, can follow:  thus I begin.  Fa, la, la, &c. [Excurrit.

Cou.  What a heathen Coward’s this? how the rogue tripps like a fairie to the towne with ’em!  He has been a footman, sure; I have not aire enough to overtake him, and twill be darke presently.  If I loose the sight on him ile search the towne, and if I find him not there, pursue him with hue and cries and after hang him.

[Exit.

[SCENE 4.]

    Enter Sir Francis, a taper prepar’d.

Fra.  The sun whose busie eye is still employ’d
A spie upon our actions, tir’d with waiting,
Is drowsie gone to bed, about whose pillow
Night hath hung all her wings and set up tapers
As if the Day were timerous like a Child
And must have lights to sleepe by.  Welcome all
The houres that governe pleasure, but be slow
When you have blest me with my wishes.  Time
And Love should dwell like twins; make this your bower
And charme the aire to sweetnes and to silence. 
Favour me now and you shall change your states;
Time shall be old no more, I will contract
With Destiny, if he will spare his winges
To give him youth and beauty, that we may
Find every minute a fresh child of pleasure. 
Love shall be proud to be no more a boy
But grow to perfect strength and bold consistence[273];
For when too Active Lovers meet, so happie
As wee, whose equall flames light to embraces,
Twill be no weight to number many yeares
In our delights and thinke all age a blessing. 
But language is to narrow to expresse
What I expect, tis fitt my soule retire
Till she present her selfe; and, if it can
Measure my hop’d for ioyes with thought, prepare
To entertaine the happines.

[Exit.

[SCENE 5.]

Sir Richard and his Lady abed.  Enter Dorothy with a Light.

Do.  I have set already my designe a moveing
To take my Captaine Underwit, who in wine
Was late more feirie upon me.  I’th meane tyme
I cannot choose but laugh at the device
Wee have to cheat my Master; sure the Divell
Is a great friend to women that love men,
He doth so furnish us with quaint inventions. 
Presently after supper she began
Her fitt othe toothach, and did counterfeit
So naturally; but since she went to bed
She almost rav’d by turnes:—­I heare her at it.

La.  Oh—­oh, whoe’s there?

Do.  Tis I forsooth, I heard you groane and I Have not the hart to sleepe.  Shall I watch by you?

La.  Oh, no, no, no; get you to bed, make fast the Chamber; I cannot endure the candle.