_Ma._ One parting word sweet _Thomas_, Though to save your credit, I discharg'd your Fidler, I must not satisfie your folly too Sir, Ye'are subtle, but believe it Fox, I'le find ye, The Surgeons will be here straight, roar again boy, And break thy legs for shame, thou wilt be sport else, Good night. _Tom._ She saies most true, I must not stay: she has bob'd me, Which if I live, I'le recompence, and shortly, Now for a Ballad to bring me off again. _All young men be warn'd by me, how you do goe a wooing._ _Seek not to climb, for fear ye fall, thereby comes your undoing, &c._ [_Exeunt._ Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. _Enter_ Valentine, Alice, _and Servant_. _Val._ He cannot goe and take no farewel of me, Can he be so unkind? he's but retir'd Into the Garden or the Orchard: see Sirs. _Ali._ He would not ride there certain, those were planted Only for walks I take it. _Val._ Ride? nay then, Had he a horse out? _Ser._ So the Groom delivers Somewhat before the break of day. _Val._ He's gone, My best friend's gone _Alice_; I have lost the noblest, The truest, and the most man I e're found yet. _Alice._ Indeed Sir, he deserves all praise. _Val._ All Sister, All, all, and all too little: O that honesty, That ermine honesty, unspotted ever, That perfect goodness. _Alice._ Sure he will return Sir, He cannot be so harsh. _Val._ O never, never, Never return, thou know'st not where the cause lyes. _Alice._ He was the worthiest welcom. _Val._ He deserv'd it. _Alice._ Nor wanted, to our knowledge. _Val._ I will tell thee, Within this hour, things that shall startle thee, He never must return. _Enter_ Michael. _Mich._ Good morrow Signieur. _Val._ Good morrow Master _Michael_. _Mich._ My good neighbour, Me thinks you are stirring early since your travel, You have learn'd the rule of health sir, where's your mistress? She keeps her warm I warrant ye, i' bed yet? _Val._ I think she does. _Alice._ 'Tis not her hour of waking. _Mich._ Did you lye with her, Lady? _Alice._ Not to night Sir, Nor any night this week else. _Mich._ When last saw ye her? _Alice._ Late yesternight. _Mich._ Was she 'bed then? _Alice._ No Sir, I left her at her prayers: why do ye ask me? _Mich._ I have been strangely haunted with a dream All this long night, and after many wakings, The same dream still; me thought I met young _Cellide_ Just at S. _Katherines_ gate the Nunnery. _Val._ Ha?