_Mic._ Her face slubber'd o're with tears, and troubles, Me thought she cry'd unto the Lady Abbess, For charity receive me holy woman, A Maid that has forgot the worlds affections, Into thy virgin order: me thought she took her, Put on a Stole, and sacred robe upon her, And there I left her. _Val._ Dream? _Mich._ Good Mistress _Alice_ Do me the favour (yet to satisfie me) To step but up, and see. _Alice._ I know she's there Sir, And all this but a dream. _Mich._ You know not my dreams, They are unhappy ones, and often truths, But this I hope, yet. _Alice._ I will satisfie ye. [_Exit._ _Mich._ Neighbours, how does the Gentleman? _Val._ I know not, Dream of a Nunnery? _Mich._ How found ye my words About the nature of his sickness _Valentine_? _Val._ Did she not cry out, 'twas my folly too That forc'd her to this nunnery? did she not curse me? For God sake speak: did you not dream of me too, How basely, poorly, tamely, like a fool, Tir'd with his joyes? _Mich._ Alas poor Gentleman, Ye promis'd me Sir to bear all these crosses. _Val._ I bear 'em till I break again. _Mich._ But nobly, Truly to weigh. _Val._ Good neighbours, no more of it, Ye do but fling flax on my fire: where is she? _Enter_ Alice. _Ali._ Not yonder Sir, nor has not this night certain Been in her bed. _Mich._ It must be truth she tells ye, And now I'le shew ye why I came: this morning A man of mine being employed about business, Came early home, who at S. _Katherines_ Nunnery, About day peep, told me he met your Mistress, And as I spoke it in a dream, so troubled And so received by the Abbess, did he see her, The wonder made me rise, and hast unto ye To know the cause. _Val._ Farewel, I cannot speak it. [_Exit_ Val. _Alice._ For Heaven sake leave him not. _Mich._ I will not Lady. _Alice._ Alas, he's much afflicted. _Mich._ We shall know shortly more, apply your own care At home good _Alice_, and trust him to my counsel, Nay, do not weep, all shall be well, despair not. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Sebastian, _and a Servant_. _Seb._ At _Valentines_ house so merry? _Ser._ As a pie Sir. _Seb._ So gamesom dost thou say? _Ser._ I am sure I heard it. _Seb._ Ballads, and Fidles too? _Ser._ No, but one Fidle; But twenty noyses. _Enter_ Launcelot. _Seb._ Did he do devises? _Ser._ The best devises Sir: here's my fellow _Launcelot_ He can inform ye all: he was among 'em, A mad thing too: I stood but in a corner. _Seb._ Come Sir, what can you say? is there any hope yet Your Master may return?