_Lop._ [_Solus._] 'Tis very well, Mrs. Flipflap, 'tis very well; but do you hear----Tawdry, you are not so alluring as you think you are----Comb-brush, nor I so much in love----your Maidenhead may chance to grow mouldy with your Airs--the Pox be your Bedfellow; there's that for you. Come, let's think no more on't. Sailors must meet with Storms; my Master's going to Sea, too. He may chance to fare no better with the Lady, than I have done with her _Abigail_: There may be foul Weather there, too. I reckon, at present, he may be lying by under a Mizen, at the Street-Door; I think it rains too, for his Comfort. What if I shou'd leave him there an Hour or two, in fresco, and try to work off the Amour that Way? No; People will be physick'd their own Way. But, perhaps, I might save his Life by't----yes, and have my Bones broke, for being so officious; therefore, if you are at the Door, Don John, walk in, and take your Fortune. [_Opens the Door._ _Enter Don ~John~._ Don _John._ Hist! hist! _Lop._ Hist! hist! Don _John._ _Lopez_! _Lop._ [_Aside._] The Devil--Tread softly. Don _John._ Are they all asleep? _Lop._ Dead. Don _John._ Enough; shut the Door. _Lop._ 'Tis done. Don _John._ Now, begone. _Lop._ What! Shut the Door first, and then begone! Now, methinks, I might as well have gone first, and then shut the Door. Don _John._ I bid you begone, you Dog, you, do you find the way. _Lop._ [_Aside._] Stark mad, and always so when a Woman's in chace. But, Sir, will you keep your chief Minister out of the Secrets of your State? Pray, let me know what this Night's Work is to be. Don _John._ No Questions, but march. [Lop. _goes to the Door, and returns_. _Lop._ Very well----But, Sir, shall I stay for you in the Street? Don _John._ No, nor stir out of the House. _Lop._ So: well, Sir, I'll do just as you have order'd me; I'll be gone, and I'll stay; and I'll march, and I won't stir, and--just as you say, Sir. Don _John._ I see you are afraid, you Rascal, you. _Lop._ Possibly. Don _John_. Well, be it so; but you shan't leave the House, Sir; therefore, begone to your Hogstye, and wait further Orders. _Lop._ [_Aside._] But, first, I'll know how you intend to dispose of yourself. [_~Lop.~ hides behind the Door._ _Don ~John~ solus._