ANTH. Then know, the strangers, your outlandish loves, Appointed by your father, come this night Instead of Harvey, Heigham, and young Ned, Under their shadows to get to your bed; For Frisco simply told him why he went. I need not to instruct--you can conceive-- You are not stocks nor stones, but have some store Of wit and knavery too. MATH. Anthony, thanks Is too-too small a guerdon for this news. You must be English! Well, Sir Signer Sowse,[518] I'll teach you tricks for coming to our house. LAUR. Are you so crafty? O, that night were come! That I might hear my Dutchman, how he'd swear In his own mother-language that he loves me. Well, if I quit him not, I here pray God I may lead apes in hell, and die a maid,[519] And that were worser to me than a hanging. ANTH. Well said, old honest huddles. Here's a heap Of merry lasses! Well, for myself, I'll hie me to your lovers, bid them mask With us at night, and in some corner stay Near to our house, where they may make some play Upon your rivals; and when they are gone, Come to your windows. MAR. Do so, good master. ANTH. Peace! begone. For this our sport somebody soon will mourn. [_Exeunt Sisters. Manet_ ANTHONY.[520] _Enter_ PISARO. PIS. How favourable heaven and earth is seen To grace the mirthful complot that is laid! Night's candles burn obscure, and the pale moon, Favouring our drift, lies buried in a cloud. I can but smile to see the simple girls, Hoping to have their sweethearts here to-night, Tickled with extreme joy, laugh in my face; But when they find the strangers in their steads, They'll change their note, and sing another song. Where be these girls here? what! to bed, to bed! Maudlin, make fast the doors, rake up the fire. _Enter the three Sisters._[521] God's me! 'tis nine o'clock! hark, Bow-bell rings. Some look down below, and see who knocks. [_Knocking._ And hark you, girls, settle your hearts at rest, And full resolve you, that to-morrow morn You must be wed to such as I prefer; I mean Alvaro and his other friends. Let me no more be troubled with your nays: You shall do what I'll have, and so resolve. _Enter_ MOORE. Welcome, Master Moore, welcome. What wind, a God's name, drives you forth so late? MOORE. Faith, sir, I am come to trouble you: My wife this present night is brought to bed. PIS. To bed? and what hath God sent you? MOORE. A jolly girl, sir. PIS. And God bless her. But what's your will, sir? MOORE. Faith, sir, my house being full of friends, Such as (I thank them) came to see my wife, I would request you, that for this one night My daughter Susan might be lodged here.