SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Frederick.

_Fred._ 'Tis strange, I cannot meet him; sure he has encountred Some light o' love or other, and there means To play at in and in for this night. Well _Don John_, If you do spring a leak, or get an itch, Till ye claw off your curl'd pate, thank your night-walks: You must be still a bootehalling: one round more, Though it be late, I'le venture to discover ye, I do not like your out-leaps. [_Exit._