_Fred._ 'Tis strange, I cannot meet him; sure he has encountred Some light o' love or other, and there means To play at in and in for this night. Well _Don John_, If you do spring a leak, or get an itch, Till ye claw off your curl'd pate, thank your night-walks: You must be still a bootehalling: one round more, Though it be late, I'le venture to discover ye, I do not like your out-leaps. [_Exit._ SCENE V. _Enter_ Duke, _and 3 Gentlemen_. _Duke._ Welcom to Town, are ye all fit? _1 Gent._ To point Sir. _Duke._ Where are the horses? _2 Gent._ Where they were appointed. _Duke._ Be private, and whatsoever fortune Offer it self, let's stand sure. _3 Gent._ Fear not us, E're ye shall be endangered, or deluded, We'll make a black night on't. _Duke._ No more, I know it; You know your Quarters? _1 Gent._ Will you go alone Sir? _Du._ Ye shall not be far from me, the least noise Shall bring ye to my rescue. _2 Gent._ We are counsell'd. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _Enter Don_ John. _John._ Was ever man so paid for being curious? Ever so bob'd for searching out adventures, As I am? did the Devil lead me? must I needs be peeping Into mens houses where I had no business, And make my self a mischief? 'Tis well carried; I must take other mens occasions on me, And be I know not whom: most finely handled: What have I got by this now? what's the purchase? A piece of evening Arras work, a child, Indeed an Infidel: this comes of peeping: A lump got out of laziness; good white bread Let's have no bawling with ye: 'sdeath, have I Known wenches thus long, all the ways of wenches Their snares and subtilties? have I read over All their School learnings, div'd into their quiddits, And am I now bum-fidled with a Bastard? Fetch'd over with a Card of five, and in mine old days, After the dire massacre of a million Of Maiden-heads? caught the common way, i'th' night too Under anothers name, to make the matter Carry more weight about it? well _Don John_, You will be wiser one day, when ye have purchas'd A heavy of these Butter-prints together, With searching out conceal'd iniquities, Without commission: why, it would never grieve me, If I had got this Ginger-bread: never stirr'd me, So I had had a stroak for't: 't had been Justice Then to have kept it; but to raise a dayrie For other mens adulteries, consume my self in candles, And scowring works, in Nurses Bells and Babies, Only for charity, for meer I thank you, A little troubles me: the least touch for it, Had but my breeches got it, had contented me. Whose e're it is, sure 't had a wealthy Mother, For 'tis well cloathed, and if I be not cozen'd,