+Chi.+ You are jealous too, I see; but help us out This once, and if you catch me here again, Let Chichon pay for all, faithful Chichon. +Fran.+ Y' are both too lucky in the likelihood Of getting off so soon. Stay but a moment, Whilst I go down to see the wicket open, And see that there be nobody in the way. [_Exit +Francisca+._ +Chi.+ It is a cunning drab, and knows her trade. _Re-enter +Francisca,+ and comes to the hanging._ +Fran.+ There's now some witch o' th' wing indeed, Chichon, Julio, that never till this night forbore To go to Violante's, ere he slept, And pass some hours there--Julio, who never Inquired after the shutting of a door, Hath lock'd the gate himself at 's coming in, And bid a servant wait below till midnight, With charge to say to any that should knock And ask for him, that he's gone sick to bed! What it can mean, I know not. +Chi.+ I would I did not; but I have too true An almanac in my bones foretells a beating Far surer than foul weather. He has us, faith, Fast in Lob's-pound.[12] Heaven send him a light hand, To whom my fustigation shall belong: As for my master, he may have the honour To be rebuk'd at sharp. +Fran.+ May terror rack this varlet; but for you, sir, Be not dismay'd, the hazard's not so great. Yonder balcony, at farther end o' th' room, Opens into the street, and the descent is Little beyond your height, hung by the arms: When Julio is asleep, I shall not fail To come and let you out; I keep the key. In the meanwhile, you must have patience. +Chi.+ It were a nasty hole to stay in long. Did not my fear correct its evil savour. [_Aside._ Dame, you say well for him, with whom I think Y' have measur'd length, you speak so punctually Of his dimensions; but I see no care For me, your pretty, not your proper man, Who does abhor feats of activity. [_To her._ +Fran.+ I'll help you--with a halter! [_Exit +Francisca+, and +Chichon+ retires._ _Scene changes to +Blanca's+ Bed-chamber. Enter +Blanca+ and +Elvira+; and soon after +Francisca+, as in +Blanca's+ chamber, she sitting at her toilet undressing._ +Blan.+ My brother told me I should see him again, Before he went to rest. +Fran.+ I think I hear him coming. +Blan.+ He'll not stay long, I hope; for I am on thorns Till I know they are out. I' th' meanwhile, We must persuade Silvia to go to bed, Lest some odd chance should raise suspicion in her, Before I know her fitness for such trusts. _Enter +Don Julio+. +Elvira+ offers to unpin her gorget._ +Blan.+ I prythee, Silvia, leave, and get thee gone To bed: you ha'n't been well, nor are not yet; Your heavy eyes betray indisposition.