_Fred._ And which is more than that, by this nights wandring, And which is most of all, she is at home too Sir. _John._ Come, let's be gone then. _Fred._ Yes, but 'tis most certain, You cannot see her, _John_. _John._ Why? _Fred._ She has sworn me That none else shall come near her: not my Mother, Till some few doubts are clear'd. _John._ Not look upon her? What chamber is she in? _Fred._ In ours. _John._ Let's go I say: A womans oaths are wafers, break with making, They must for modestie a little: we all know it. _Fred._ No, I'le assure you Sir. _John._ Not see her? I smell an old dog trick of yours, well _Frederick_, Ye talkt to me of whoring, let's have fair play, Square dealing I would wish ye. _Fred._ When 'tis come, (Which I know never will be) to that issue, Your spoon shall be as deep as mine Sir. _John._ Tell me, And tell me true, is the cause honourable, Or for your ease? _Fred._ By all our friendship, _John_, 'Tis honest, and of great end. _John._ I am answer'd: But let me see her though: leave the door open As ye go in. _Fred._ I dare not. _John._ Not wide open, But just so, as a jealous husband Would level at his wanton wife through. _Fred._ That courtesie, If ye desire no more, and keep it strictly, I dare afford ye: come, 'tis now near morning. [_Exit._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Peter, _and_ Anthony. _Pet._ Nay the old woman's gone too. _Ant._ She's a Catterwauling Among the gutters: But conceive me, _Peter_, Where our good Masters should be? _Pet._ Where they should be I do conceive, but where they are, good _Anthony_-- _Ant._ I, there it goes: my Masters bo-peep with me, With his slye popping in and out again, Argued a cause, a frippery cause. _Pet._ Believe me, They bear up with some carvel. _Ant._ I do believe thee, For thou hast such a Master for that chase, That till he spend his main Mast-- _Pet._ Pray remember Your courtesie good _Anthony_, and withal, How long 'tis since your Master sprung a leak, He had a sound one since he came. [_Lute sounds within._ _Ant._ Hark. _Pet._ What? _Ant._ Dost not hear a Lute? Again? _Pet._ Where is't? _Ant._ Above in my Masters chamber. _Pet._ There's no creature: he hath the key himself man. SING _within_.