SCENE VIII.

_Enter_ Valentine, _and_ Thomas.

_Tho._ More stops yet? sure the fiend's my ghostly father, Old Valentine; what wind's in his poop?

_Val._ Lady, You are met most happily; O gentle _Doll_, You must now do me an especial favour.

_Tho._ What is it master _Valentine_? I am sorely troubled With a salt rheum faln i' my gums.

_Val._ I'll tell ye, And let it move you equally; my blest Mistress, Upon a slight occasion taking anger, Took also (to undo me) your Aunts Nunnery, From whence by my perswasion to redeem her, Will be impossible: nor have I liberty To come and visit her; my good, good _Dorothy_, You are most powerful with her, and your Aunt too, And have access at all hours liberally, Speak now or never for me.

_Thom._ In a Nunnery? That course must not be suffered, Master _Valentine_, Her Mother never knew it; rare sport for me; Sport upon sport, by th' break of day I'll meet ye, And fear not, Man, we'll have her out I warrant ye, I cannot stay now.

_Val._ You will not break?

_Thom._ By no means. Good night.

_Val._ Good night kind Mistress _Doll_. [_Exit._

_Thom._ This thrives well, Every one takes me for my Sister, excellent; This Nunnery's faln so pat too, to my figure, Where there be handsome wenches, and they shall know it, If once I creep in, ere they get me out again; Stay, here's the house, and one of her Maids.

_Enter Maid._

_Maid._ Who's there? O Mistress Dorothy! you are a stranger.

_Thom._ Still Mistress _Dorothy_? this geer will cotton.

_Maid._ Will you walk in, Forsooth?

_Thom._ Where is your Mistress?

_Maid._ Not very well; she's gone to bed, I am glad You are come so fit to comfort her.

_Thom._ Yes, I'll comfort her.

_Maid._ 'Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep, You know your side, creep softly in, your company Will warm her well.

_Thom._ I warrant thee I'll warm her.

_Maid._ Your Brother has been here, the strangest fellow.

_Thom._ A very Rogue, a rank Rogue.

_Maid._ I'll conduct ye Even to her Chamber-door, and there commit ye. [_Exeunt._