+Lod.+ O good your grace, do not wound me-- Admit Heaven had her! 'las, what should Heaven do with her? +Ver.+ Your love makes you thus passionate; but admit so: Faith, what wife would you choose? +Lod.+ Were I to choose then, as I would I were, so this were at Japan, I would wish, my lord, a wife so like my lady, That once a week she should go to confession; And to perform the penance she should run, Nay, should do nought but dream on't, till 'twere done. +Jas.+ A delicate memento to put her in mind of her penance. [_Aside._ +Dor.+ Now you talk of dreams, sweetheart, I'll tell ye a very unhappy one: I was a-dreamed last night of Francis there. +Lod.+ Of Frank? +Dor.+ Nay, I have done with him. +Lod.+ Now your grace shall see the devil outdone. +Ver.+ Pray, let us hear your dream. +Dor.+ Bless me! I am e'en asham'd to tell it: but 'tis no matter, chick, A dream is a dream, and this it was. Methought, sweet husband, Francis lay with me. +Lod.+ The best friend still at home, Francisco. Could the devil, sir, perform a penance neater, And save his credit better? On, chick; a dream is but a dream. +Dor.+ Methought I prov'd with child, sweetheart. +Lod.+ Ay, bird? +Fran.+ Pox of these dreams! +Dor.+ Methought I was brought to bed; and one day sitting I' th' gallery, where your masquing-suits and vizards hang, Having the child, methought, upon my knee, Who should come thither, as to play at foils, But thou, sweetheart, and Francis? +Lod.+ Frank and I! Does your grace mark that? +Ver.+ I do, and wonder at her neat conveyance on't. +Dor.+ Ye had not play'd three veneys,[159] but methought He hit thee such a blow upon the forehead, It swell'd so, that thou couldst not see. +Lod.+ See, see! +Dor.+ At which the child cried, so that I could not still it; Whereat, methought, I pray'd thee to put on The hat thou wor'st but now before the duke, thinking thereby To still the child: but, being frighted with't, He cried the more. +Lod.+ He! Frank, thou gett'st boys. +Fran.+ In dreams, it seems, sir. +Dor.+ Whereat I cried, methought, pointing to thee-- Away, thou naughty man, you are not this child's father! +Lod.+ Meaning the child Francisco got. +Dor.+ The same: and then I wak'd and kiss'd thee. +Omnes.+ A pretty merry dream! +Jas.+ Your servant tells me, Count Lodowick, that one Father Antony, A holy man, stays without to speak with you. +Lod.+ With me or my lady? +Jas.+ Nay, with you, and about earnest business. +Lod.+ I'll go send up, and he shall interpret my lady's dream. Hist, Jaspro. [_Exeunt._ +Dor.+ Why, husband! my lord! +Fran.+ Didst mark? He must interpret.[160] +Clown.+ I smell wormwood and vinegar. [_Aside._