_Cal._ Not for the World, retire behind the hangings, And there stand close--my husband, close, _Lisander_. _Enter_ Cleander _with a Taper._ _Clean._ Dearest, are you well? _Cal._ O my sad heart, my head, my head. _Clean._ Alas, poor soul! what do you do out of your bed? You take cold, my _Calista_; how do ye? _Cal._ Not so well, Sir, to lie by ye, my Brothers fright-- _Clean._ I had a frightful dream too, A very frightful dream, my best _Calista_; Methought there came a Dragon to your Chamber, A furious Dragon (Wife) I yet shake at it; Are all things well? _Lis._ Shall I shoot him? _Cal._ No, all well, Sir, 'Twas but your care of me, your loving care, Which always watches. _Clean._ And methought he came As if he had risen thus out of his Den, As I do from these Hangings. _Lis._ Dead. _Cal._ Hold, good Sir. _Clean._ And forc'd ye in his arms thus. _Cal._ 'Twas but fancy That troubled ye, here's nothing to disturb me, Good Sir, to rest again, and I am now drowzie, And will to bed; make no noise, dear Husband, But let me sleep; before you can call any body, I am abed. _Clean._ This, and sweet rest dwell with ye. [_Exit._ _Cal._ Come out again, and as you love, _Lisander_, Make haste away, you see his mind is troubled; Do you know the door ye came in at? _Lis._ Well, sweet Lady. _Cal._ And can ye hit it readily? _Lis._ I warrant ye; And must I go? Must here end all my happiness? Here in a dream, as if it had no substance? _Cal._ For this time, friend, or here begin our ruins; We are both miserable. _Lis._ This is some comfort In my afflictions; they are so full already, They can find no encrease. _Cal._ Dear, speak no more. _Lis._ You must be silent then. _Cal._ Farewel, _Lisander,_ thou joy of man, farewel. _Lis._ Farewel, bright Lady, Honour of woman-kind, a heavenly blessing. _Cal._ Be ever honest. _Lis._ I will be a dog else; The vertues of your mind I'll make my Library, In which I'll study the celestial beauty; Your Constancy, my Armour that I'll fight in; And on my Sword your Chastity shall sit, Terrour to rebel bloud. _Cal._ Once more, farewel; [_Noise within._ O that my modesty cou'd hold you still, Sir--he comes again. _Lis._ Heaven keep my hand from murther, Murther of him I love. _Cal._ Away, dear friend, Down to the Garden stairs, that way, _Lisander_, We are betray'd else. _Enter_ Cleander. _Lis._ Honour guard the innocent. [_Exit_ Lisander. _Clean._ Still up? I fear'd your health. _Cal._ 'Has miss'd him happily; I am going now, I have done my meditations, My heart's almost at peace. _Clean._ To my warm Bed then.