To see howe redy still the devill is
To helpe his servants! heare’s a ladder left: 
Upp, Fryare, my purpose is to admitt you nowe
Of a newe cloyster.  I will sett his body
Upright in the knights porche and leave my patron
To answer for the falt, that hath more strength
Then I to tugge with Benches.
                             [Exit.  Carry him up.

Enter the knight, half unredy, his Lady after him.

D’Avern.  Ho, Denis!

Lady.  Give mee reason, I intreate, Of these unquiet sleepes.

D’Av.  You dogg mee, Lady, Lyke an Ill genius.

Lady.  You weare woont to call mee Your better angel.

D’Av.  So I shall doo still, Would you beetake you to your quiet sleepes And leave mee to my wakinges.

Lady.  There beelonges Unto one bedd so sweete a sympathy, I canott rest without you.

D’Av.  To your chamber! 
There may growe els a woorse antypathy
Beetwixt your love and myne:  I tell you, Lady,
Myne is no woman’s busines.  No reply: 
Your least insured presence att this tyme
Will but begett what you would loathe to beare,
Quarrell and harshe unkindnes.

Lady.  Ever your lipps
Have bene too mee a lawe.—­I suspect more
Then I would apprehend with willingnes;
But though prevention canott helpe what’s past,
Conjugall faythe may expresse itself at last.
                                    [Exit Lady.

D’Av.  Why, Denis, ho! awake and ryse in hast!

Denis.  What, is your Lordshipp madd!

D’Av.  Knowest thou what’s past And canst thou skape this danger?

Denis.  Did I not tell you That all was safe, the body too disposed Better then in his grave?

D’Av.  Strange thoughts sollicite mee.  Upp and inquire about the cloyster wall What noyse thou hearest, if any private whisperinge Or louder uprore ’bout the murder ryse.

Denis.  I shall, I shall, Syr. [Exit Dennis.

D’Av.  Guilt, thoughe it weare a smooth and peacefull face, Yet is within full of seditious thoughts That makes continuall follie. [Exit.

    Enter Fryar Richard with Fryar Jhon upon his backe.

Fr. Rich.  This is the porch that leades into the hall; Heare rest for thyne and myne own better ease.  This havinge done, to prevent deathe and shame By the same stepps I’l back the way I came.

[Fryer sett up and left.  Exit.

    Enter Denis half unredy.