_Hyl._ I have dog'd his Sister, sure 'twas she, And I hope she will come back again this night too; _Sam_ I have lost of purpose; now if I can With all the art I have, as she comes back, But win a parley for my broken Pate, Off goes her maiden-head, and there's _vindicta_. They stir about the house, I'll stand at distance. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Mary _and_ Dorothy, _and then_ Thomas _and Maid_. _Dor._ Is he come in? _Mary._ Speak softly, He is, and there he goes. _Thom._ Good night, good night, Wench. [_A Bed discovered with a Black-moore in it._ _Maid._ As softly as you can. [_Exit._ _Thom._ I'll play the mouse, _Nan_, How close the little thief lies! _Mary._ How he itches! _Dor._ What would you give now to be there, and I At home, _Mall_? _Mary._ Peace for shame. _Thom._ In what a figure The little fool has pull'd it self together! Anon you will lye straighter; Ha! there's rare circumstance Belongs to such a treatise; do ye tumble? I'll tumble with ye straight, wench: she sleeps soundly, Full little think'st thou of thy joy that's coming, The sweet, sweet joy, full little of the kisses, But those unthought of things come ever happiest. How soft the Rogue feels! O ye little Villain, Ye delicate coy Thief, how I shall thrum ye! Your [']fy away, good servant, as you are a Gentleman.['] _Mary._ Prithee leave laughing. _Thom._ Out upon ye, _Thomas_, What do you mean to do? I'll call the house up. O God, I am sure ye will not, shall not serve ye, For up ye go now and ye were my father. [_Ma._] Your courage will be cool'd anon. _Thom._ If it do I'll hang for't, Yet I'le be quartered here first. _Dor._ O fierce Villain. _Ma._ What would he do indeed, _Doll_? _Dor._ You had best try him. _Tho._ I'll kiss thee ere I come to bed, sweet _Mary_. _Ma._ Prithee leave laughing. _Dor._ O for gentle _Nicholas_. _Tho._ And view that stormy face that has so thundred me, A coldness crept over't now? by your leave, candle, And next door by yours too, so, a pretty, pretty, Shall I now look upon ye? by this light it moves me. _Ma._ Much good may it do you, Sir. _Thom._ Holy Saints defend me, The Devil, Devil, Devil, O the Devil. _Ma._ Dor. Ha, ha, ha, ha, the Devil, O the Devil. _Thom._ I am abus'd most damnedly, most beastly, Yet if it be a she-Devil; but the house is up, And here's no staying longer in this Cassock. Woman, I here disclaim thee; and in vengeance I'll marry with that Devil, but I'll vex thee. _Ma._ By'r Lady, but you shall not, Sir, I'll watch ye. _Tho._ Plague o' your Spanish leather hide: I'll waken ye; Devil good night: good night, good Devil. _Moor._ Oh.