_Ang_. To bed, and pray then, we may have a faire end Of our faire loves; would I [w]ere worthy of you, Or of such parents that might give you thankes; But I am poore in all but in your love. Once more, good night. _Cha_. A good night t'ye, and may The dew of sleepe fall gently on you, sweet one, And lock up those faire lights in pleasing slumbers; No dreames but chast and cleare attempt your fancie, And break betimes sweet morne, I've lost my light else. _Ang_. Let it be ever night when I lose you. _Syl_. This Scholar never went to a Free-Schoo[le], he's so simple [Enter a servant.] _Ser_. Your brother with two Gallants is at dore, Sir And they're so violent, they'l take no denial. _Ang_. this is no time of night. _Cha_. Let 'em in Mistresse. _Serv_. They stay no leave; Shall I raise the house on 'm? _Cha_. Not a man, nor make no murmur of't, I charge ye. _Enter_ Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy. Th'are here, my Uncle absent, stand close to me. How doe you brother with your curious story? Have you not read her yet sufficiently? _Cha_. No, brother, no, I stay yet in the Preface; The stile's too hard for you. _Eust_. I must entreat her. Shee's parcel of my goods. _Cha_. Shee's all when you have her. _Ang._ Hold off your hands, unmannerly, rude Sir; Nor I, nor what I have depend on you. _Cha._ Do, let her alone, she gives good counsel; doe not Trouble your selfe with Ladies, they are too light; Let out your land, and get a provident Steward. _Ang._ I cannot love ye, let that satisfie you; Such vanities as you are to be laught at. _Eust._ Nay, Then you must goe, I must claime mine owne. _Both._ A way, a way with her. _Cha._ Let her alone, [_She strikes off Eustace's hat_] Pray let her alone, and take your coxcombe up: Let me talk civilly a while with you brother. It may be on some termes I may part with her.