_Alg._ Come on my brave water-Spaniels, you that hunt Ducks in the night: and hide more knavery under your gownes than your betters: observe my precepts, and edifie by my doctrine: at yond corner will I set you; if drunkards molest the street, and fall to brabling, knock you down the malefactors, and take you up their cloaks and hats, and bring them to me: they are lawful prisoners, and must be ransom'd ere they receive liberty: what else you are to execute upon occasion, you sufficiently know, and therefore I abbreviate my Lecture. _Met._ We are wise enough, and warm enough. _Men._ Vice this night shall be apprehended. _Pach._ The terror of rug-gownes shall be known: and our bil[s] Discharge us of after recknings. _Laz._ I will do any thing, so I may eat. _Pach. Lazarillo_, We will spend no more; now we are grown worse, we will live better: let us follow our calling faithfully. _Alg._ Away, then the Common-wealth is our Mistress: and who Would serve a common Mistress, but to gain by her? [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Vitelli, Lamorall, Genevora, Anastro, _and two_ _Pages with lights_. _Lam._ I pray you see the Masque, my Lord. _Ana._ 'Tis early night yet. _Gen._ O if it be so late, take me along: I would not give advantage to ill tongues To tax my being here, without your presence To be my warrant. _Vit._ You might spare this, Sister, Knowing with whom I leave you; one that is By your allowance, and his choice, your Servant, And may my councel and perswasion work it, Your husband speedily: For your entertainment My thanks; I will not rob you of the means To do your Mistriss some acceptable service In waiting on her to my house. _Gen._ My Lord. _Vit._ As you respect me, without farther trouble Retire, and fast those pleasures prepar'd for you, And leave me to my own ways. _Lam._ When you please Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Malroda, _and_ Alguazier. _Mal._ You'll leave my Chamber? _Alg._ Let us but bill once, My Dove, my Sparrow, and I, with my office Will be thy slaves for ever. _Mal._ Are you so hot? _Alg._ But tast the difference of a man in place, You'l find that when authority pricks him forward, Your _Don_, nor yet your _Diego_ comes not near him To do a Lady right: no men pay dearer For their stoln sweets, than we: three minutes trading Affords to any [si]nner a protection For three years after: think on that, I burn; But one drop of your bounty. _Mal._ Hence you Rogue, Am I fit for you? is't not grace sufficient To have your staff, a bolt to bar the door Where a _Don_ enters, but that you'l presume To be his taster?