Frankford. No, by my faith, wife, I’ll not trust to that; ’Tis not such easy rising in a morning From one I love so dearly: no, by my faith, I shall not leave so sweet a bedfellow, But with much pain. You have made me a sluggard Since I first knew you. Mistress Frankford. Then, if you needs will go This dangerous evening, Master Wendoll, Let me entreat you bear him company. Wendoll. With all my heart, sweet mistress. My boots there! Frankford. Fie, fie, that for my private business I should disease[1.36] my friend, and be a trouble To the whole house! Nick! Nicholas. Anon, sir. Frankford. Bring forth my gelding.--[_Exit_ Nicholas.]--As you love me, sir, Use no more words: a hand, good Master Cranwell. Cranwell. Sir, God be your good speed! Frankford. Good night, sweet Nan; nay, nay, a kiss and part. [_Aside_.] Dissembling lips, you suit not with my heart. [_Exit_. Wendoll. How business, time, and hours, all gracious prove, And are the furtherers to my new-born love! I am husband now in Master Frankford’s place, And must command the house. My pleasure is We will not sup abroad so publicly, But in your private chamber, Mistress Frankford. Mistress Frankford. O, sir, you are too public in your love, And Master Frankford’s wife---- Cranwell. Might I crave favour, I would entreat you I might see my chamber; I am on the sudden grown exceeding ill, And would be spared from supper. Wendoll. Light there, ho! See you want nothing, sir; for, if you do, You injure that good man, and wrong me too. Cranwell. I will make bold: good night. [_Exit_. Wendoll. How all conspire To make our bosom sweet, and full entire! Come, Nan, I prythee let us sup within. Mistress Frankford. Oh, what a clog unto the soul is sin! We pale offenders are still full of fear; Every suspicious eye brings danger near, When they whose clear hearts from offence are free Despise report, base scandals do outface, And stand at mere defiance with disgrace. Wendoll. Fie, fie! you talk too like a puritan. Mistress Frankford. You have tempted me to mischief, Master Wendoll: I have done I know not what. Well, you plead custom; That which for want of wit I granted erst, I now must yield through fear. Come, come, let’s in; Once o’er shoes, we are straight o’er head in sin. Wendoll. My jocund soul is joyful above measure; I’ll be profuse in Frankford’s richest treasure. [_Exeunt_. SCENE IV.--_Another part of the House_. _Enter_ Cicely, Jenkin, _and_ Butler. Jenkin. My mistress and Master Wendoll, my master, sup in her chamber to-night. Cicely, you are preferred from being the cook to be chambermaid: of all the loves betwixt thee and me, tell me what thou thinkest of this? Cicely. Mum; there’s an old proverb,--when the cat’s away, the mouse may play. Jenkin. Now you talk of a cat, Cicely, I smell a rat.