_Pen._ Now if you spare him-- [_Exit._ _Isab._ Peace fool, I hope my _Rugio_ will not fail, 'twould vex me: Now to my string; so, sure he cannot miss now, And this end to my finger: I'll lie down, For on a suddain I am wondrous heavy, 'Tis very late too; if he come and find this, And pull it, though it be with easie motion I shall soon waken, and as soon be with him. _Enter_ Lopez. _Lop._ Thou secret friend, how am I bound to love thee! And how to hug thee for thy private service! Thou art the Star all my suspitions sail by, The fixed point my wronged honor turns to, By thee I shall know all, find all the subtilties Of devilish women, that torment me daily: Thou art my Conjurer, my Spell, my Spirit, All's hush'd and still, no sound of any stirring, No tread of living thing: the Light is in still, And there's my Wife, how prettily the fool lies, How sweet, and handsomely, and in her clothes too, Waiting for me upon my life; her fondness Would not admit her rest till I came to her: O careful fool, why am I angry with thee? Why do I think thou hat'st thy loving Husband? [I] am an Ass, an over-doting Coxcomb, And this sweet soul, the mirror of perfection: How admirable fair and delicate, And how it stirs me, I'll sing thy sweets a Requiem, But will not waken thee. SONG. _Oh fair sweet face, oh eyes celestial bright,_ _Twin Stars in Heaven, that now adorn the night;_ _Oh fruitful Lips, where Cherries ever grow,_ _And Damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow;_ _Oh thou from head to foot divinely fair_, Cupid's _most cunning Nets made of that hair,_ _And as he weaves himself for curious eyes;_ _Oh me, Oh me, I am caught my self, he cries:_ _Sweet rest about thee sweet and golden sleep,_ _Soft peaceful thoughts, your hourly watches keep,_ _Whilst I in wonder sing this sacrifice,_ _To beauty sacred, and those Angel-eyes._