SCENE III.

_Enter Don_ John.

_John._ The civil order of this Town, _Bologna_, Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all Travellers, As a most safe retirement in all troubles; Beside the wholsome seat, and noble temper Of those minds that inhabit it, safely wise, And to all strangers vertuous; But I see My admiration has drawn night upon me, And longer to expect my friend may pull me Into suspicion of too late a stirrer, Which all good Governments are jealous of. I'll home, and think at liberty: yet certain, 'Tis not so far night as I thought; for see, A fair house yet stands open, yet all about it Are close, and no lights stirring, there may be foul play; I'le venture to look in: if there be knaves, I may do a good office. [_Woman within._

_Within._ Signieur?

_John._ What? how is this?

_Within._ Signieur _Fabritio_?

_John._ I'le go nearer.

_Within._ _Fabritio?_

_Joh._ This is a womans tongue, here may be good done.

_Within._ Who's there? _Fabritio?_

_John._ I.

_Within._ Where are ye?

_Joh._ Here.

_Within._ O come, for Heavens sake!

_Joh._ I must see what this means.

_Enter Woman with a Child._

_Within._ I have stay'd this long hour for you, make no noise, For things are in strange trouble: here, be secret, 'Tis worth your care; begon now; more eyes watch us, Than may be for our safeties.

_Joh._ Hark ye?

_Within._ Peace: good night.

_Joh._ She is gone, and I am loaden; fortune for me; It weighs well, and it feels well; it may chance To be some pack of worth: byth' mass 'tis heavie; If it be Coyn or Jewels, 'tis worth welcom: I'le ne're refuse a fortune: I am confident 'Tis of no common price: now to my lodging: If it hit right, I'le bless this night. [_Exit._