+Blood.+ I like thy dwelling well upon the Fleet-ditch. +Mis. Coote.+ A pretty wholesome air, sir, in the summer-time. +Blood.+ Who would think 'twere she, Jarvis? [_Aside._ +Jar.+ I told ye she was tutored. [_Aside._ +Blood.+ I'll home with her presently; some stays up in the dark. +Jar.+ Fool! and he have any private discourse with her, they discover themselves one to another, and so spoil the plot. No trick! no, by no means, sir, hazard your person with her; the bold rogue may come up close, so discover her to be my mistress, and recover her with much danger to you. +Blood.+ He has got a dagger. +Jar.+ And a sword six foot in length. I'll carry her home for you, therefore [let] not a light be stirring. For I know your rivals will watch your house. Sim shall show us the chamber, we'll conduct her up i' th' dark, shut the door to her above, and presently come down and let you in below. +Blood.+ There was never such a Jarvis heard of. Bid Sim to be careful; by the same token, I told him he should feed to-morrow for all the week after. Good night, Widow Coote; my man stayeth up; we will bob Sir Nicholas bravely. Good night, sweet Widow Coote; I do but seem to part; we'll meet at home, wench. [_Exit._ +Mis. Coote.+ Adieu, my sweet dear heart. +Jar.+ Go you with me. So, so, I'll cage this cuckoo, And then for my young madcap; if all hit right, This morning's mirth shall crown the craft o' th' night. Follow me warily. +Mis. Coote.+ I warrant thee, Jarvis, let me alone to right myself into the garb of a lady. O, strange! to see how dreams fall by contraries; I shall be coached to-morrow, and yet last night dreamed I was carted. Prythee, keep a little state; go, Jarvis. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Randall+. [Midnight.]_ +Ran.+ Was fery exceeding dark, but here is high pumps, sure, here is two couple of cross-ways, and there was the street where Grace dwells. One hundred pound in mornings in round shillings, and wife worth one thousand, ere hur go to bed. Randall's fortunes comes tumbling in like lawyers' fees, huddle upon huddle. _Enter +Moll+._ +Moll.+ O sweet Ancient, keep thy word and win my heart. They say a moonshine night is good to run away with another man's wife; but I am sure a dark night is best to steal away my father's daughter. +Ran.+ Mary. +Moll.+ O, are you come, sir? there's a box of land and livings, I know not what you call it. +Ran.+ Lands and livings?