_Do_. Tremble to meet a Ghost! You are more fearefull then a Virgin, Madam. Why this setts me a longing; but ile watch: This is the timerous world of flesh and blood. [_Exit_. _Enter Sir Richard_. _La. within_. Alas! What doe you meane? retire for heavens sake! My husband is not gone, I heare his voice yet; This rashnes will undoe my fame for ever Should he returne. _Ri_. How's this? "Returne for heavens sake! my husband is not gone: I heard his voice; this will undoe my fame!" It was my wife, and this is sure my bed chamber. _La_. (_looking forth_.) I have undone my selfe; it is my husband. _Ri_. My forehead sweats: Where are you, Madam? Whome did you talke too or take me for? ha! Asleepe Alreadie, or doe I dreame? I am all wonder. Madam,-- _La_. You may kill him and please you, sweet heart; I cannot abide a Blackamore. _Ri_. How's this, wife? _La_. Helpe, helpe, deare husband, strangle him with one Of my Lute strings; doe, doe, doe. _Ri_. If shee be a sleepe she was not us'd to talke thus: She has some hideous dreame. She spake to me, to; Whom should I strangle, sweet hart, with a lute string? _La_. The King of _Morocco_, I thinke. _Ri_. Tis so, she dreames. What strange Chimeras wee Doe fancie in our sleepe! I were best wake her. Madam, Madam! _La_. O Murder, Murder! _Ri_. Sweet heart, Madam, wake! _La_. Whoes that? _Ri_. Tis I. _La_. Sir _Richard_? Oh you have delivered me From such a dreame I quake to thinke upon't. _Ri_. I must confesse you frighted me at first. _Enter Dorothy_. _Do_.--My Master come back? if he had found the [sic] Sir _Francis_ here! _Ri_. How now? art thou frighted too? _Do_. Frighted, quoth a! Oh, Madam, the key of the Closet quickly. I must have some Cordiall water for Sir _Francis_; I feare this fitt will kill him. _La_. Alas, good gentleman! make hast. _Do_.--His appearance would betray all: I thus prevent it. _La_. Nay, sweet hart, you sha'not leave me till I ha told What a cruell Dreame I had. Methought a king Of Blackamores was in love with me, and haveing By flattering Courtship drawne me to his bed chamber, With my consent or force swore to enjoy mee. I knew not by what reasons to divert The Ravisher, but told him that I heard Thy voice, and bid him if he lov'd his life Retire, for thou wouldst deere revenge my honour. But he pursueing me, I cry'd out Murder! At which sad noise methought I saw thee enter, But, having nere a sword, I counselld thee To strangle him with a Lute string, for which cruelty Of mine, me thought he threw an Arrow at me, Which, if thou hadst not wak'd me as thou didst, Would as I slept with my strong feares ha killd me. _Ri_. This was the King of _Morocco_: well, I'me glad I came to take away thy fright. _La_. But, sweet, you left me with a resolution To hunt this morning. Have you done already? _Ri_. The theeves prevented me. My Stable has been rob'd to night; two geldings And my roane Nagg are vanished.