_Dor._ To bed, to bed, 'tis very late. _Clean._ To bed all, I have drunk a health too much. _Dor._ You'll sleep the better, My usual physick that way. _Clean._ Where's your Mistriss? _Clar._ She is above, but very ill, and aguish; The late fright of her Brother has much troubl'd her: She would entreat to lye alone. _Clean._ Her pleasure. _Dor._ Commend my love to her, and my Prayers for her health, I'll see her ere I go. [_Exeunt; manet_ Clarinda. _Clar._ All good rest to ye; Now to my watch for _Lisander_, when he is furnish'd, For mine own friend, since I stand Centinel, I love to laugh i'th' evenings too, and may, The priviledg of my place will warrant it. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Lisander, _and_ Lancelot. _Lis._ You have done well hitherto; where are we now? _Lanc._ Not far from the house, I hear by th' Owls, There are many of your Welch falkoners about it; Here were a night to chuse to run away with Another mans Wife, and do the feat. _Lis._ Peace Knave, The house is here before us, and some may hear us; The Candles are all out. _Lanc._ But one i'th' Parlour, I see it simper hither, pray come this way. _Lis._ Step to the Garden-door, and feel and't be open. _Lan._ I am going, luck deliver me from the saw-pits, Or I am buried quick; I hear a Dog, No, 'tis a Cricket, ha? here's a Cuckold buried, Take heed of his horns, Sir, here's the door, 'tis open. [Clarinda _at the door._ _Clar._ Who's there? _Lis._ Friend. _Clar._ Sir, _Lisander_? _Lis._ I. _Clar._ Ye are welcome, follow me, and make no noise. _Lis._ Go to your horse, and keep your watch with care, Sirrah, And be sure ye sleep not. [_Exeunt_ Lisander, Clarinda. _Lan._ Send me out the Dairy-maid To play at trump with me, and keep me waking, My fellow horse and I must now discourse Like two learned Almanack-Makers, of the Stars, And tell what a plentiful year 'twill prove of Drunkards. If I had but a pottle of Sack, like a sharp prickle, To knock my Nose against when I am nodding, I should sing like a Nightingale, but I must Keep watch without it, I am apt to dance, Good fortune guide me from the Faries Circles. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Clarinda _with a Taper, and_ Lisander _with a_ _Pistol, two Chairs set out._ _Clar._ Come near, [Calista _sitting behind a Curtain._ I'll leave ye now, draw but that Curtain, And have your wish; now, _Leon_, I am for thee; We that are servants must make use of stoln hours, And be glad of snatch'd occasions. [_Exit._