CAR. From which, right worthy friend, 'tis now high time You be releas'd; come then, you shall with us. Our first and chiefest welcome, my Maria, We shall receive at your good father's house; Who, as I do remember, in my frenzy Sent a kind letter, which desir'd our presence. ALB. So please you, virtuous pair, Albert will stay, And spend the remnant of this wearisome life In these dark woods. CAR. Then you neglect the comforts heav'n doth send To your abode on earth. If you stay here, Your life may end in torture by the cruelty Of some wild ravenous beasts; but if 'mongst men, When you depart, the faithful prayers of many Will much avail to crown your soul with bliss. ALB. Lov'd Carracus, I have found in thy converse Comfort so bless'd, that nothing now but death Shall cause a separation in our being. MARIA. Which heaven confirm! CAR. Thus by the breach of faith our friendship's knit In stronger bonds of love. ALB. Heaven so continue it! [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [387] The 4º reads _His_. [388] The 4º has it literally thus-- "To _taste_ a _vale_ of death _in_ wicked livers," which Mr Reed altered to _cast a veil_, &c; but ought we not rather to read-- "To _cast_ a _veil_ of death _on_ wicked livers." --_Collier._ [389] [Old copy, _them brats_.] [390] These four lines, which decidedly belong to Maria, in the old copy are assigned to Albert, and form a part of what he says before.--_Collier._ [391: The idea of these answers from an echo seems to have been taken from Lord Stirling's "Aurora," 4º, 1604, sig. K 4. One of the triumvirate, Pope, Gay, or Arbuthnot, but which of them is not known, in a piece printed in Swift's "Miscellanies," may have been indebted for the same thought to either Lord Stirling or the present writer. Since this note was written, I find nothing was more common than these answers of echoes in the works of contemporary and earlier writers. Many instances might be produced. Amongst others, those who can be pleased with such kind of performances may be referred to Sir P. Sidney's "Arcadia," or Lodge's "Wounds of Civil War," 1594, act iii. The folly of them is admirably ridiculed by the author of "Hudibras."--_Reed._ [392] [Edit., _Of_.] [393] A dance. ACTUS QUINTUS. _Enter_ HOG _in his chamber, with_ REBECCA _laying down his bed, and, seeming to put the keys under his bolster, conveyeth them into her pocket_. HOG. So, have you laid the keys of the outward doors Under my bolster? REB. Yes, forsooth.