_Val._ Good night kind Mistress _Doll_. [_Exit._ _Thom._ This thrives well, Every one takes me for my Sister, excellent; This Nunnery's faln so pat too, to my figure, Where there be handsome wenches, and they shall know it, If once I creep in, ere they get me out again; Stay, here's the house, and one of her Maids. _Enter Maid._ _Maid._ Who's there? O Mistress Dorothy! you are a stranger. _Thom._ Still Mistress _Dorothy_? this geer will cotton. _Maid._ Will you walk in, Forsooth? _Thom._ Where is your Mistress? _Maid._ Not very well; she's gone to bed, I am glad You are come so fit to comfort her. _Thom._ Yes, I'll comfort her. _Maid._ 'Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep, You know your side, creep softly in, your company Will warm her well. _Thom._ I warrant thee I'll warm her. _Maid._ Your Brother has been here, the strangest fellow. _Thom._ A very Rogue, a rank Rogue. _Maid._ I'll conduct ye Even to her Chamber-door, and there commit ye. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IX. _Enter_ Michael, Francis, _and Officers_. _Mich._ Come Sir, for this night I shall entertain ye, And like a Gentleman, how e'r your fortune Hath cast ye on the worst part. _Fran._ How you please, Sir, I am resolv'd, nor can a joy or misery Much move me now. _Mich._ I am angry with my self now For putting this forc'd way upon his patience, Yet any other course had been too slender: Yet what to think I know not, for most liberally He hath confess'd strange wrongs, which if they prove so, How e'r the others long love may forget all, Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way. Drink that; and now to my care leave your Prisoner, I'll be his guard for this night. _Officers._ Good night to your Worship. _Mich._ Good night, my honest friends; come, Sir, I hope There shall be no such cause of such a sadness As you put on. _Fran._ 'Faith, Sir, my rest is up, And what I now pull shall no more afflict me Than if I plaid at span-Counter, nor is my face The map of any thing I seem to suffer, Lighter affections seldom dwell in me, Sir. _Mich._ A constant Gentleman; would I had taken A Feaver when I took this harsh way to disturb him. Come, walk with me, Sir, ere to morrow night I doubt not but to see all this blown over. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Hylas.