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Fred. Firft tell me this,

Did you not lately as you walk'd along,
Discover people that were armed and likely
To do offence?

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John. Yes marry, and they urg'd it, as far as they had spirit.

Fred. Pray go forward.

John. A gentleman I found engag'd amongst’em; It seems, of noble breeding, I'm sure brave mettle As I return'd to look you, I fet in to him,

And without hurt (I thank heaven) refcu'd hin
Fred. My work's done then :

And now to fatisfy you, there is a woman,
Oh John! there is a woman ------
John. Oh where is she ?

Fred. And one of no less worth, than I told
And, which is more, fal'n under my protectic
John. I am glad of that; forward, sweet Freder
Fred. And which is more than that, by
night's wandring,

And, which is most of all

- home too

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John. Not wide open,

But juft fo, as a jealous hufband

Would level at his wanton wife through.
Fred. That courtesy,

If ye defire no more, and keep it strictly,

I dare afford ye: come, 'tis now near morning.

SCENE II.

Enter Peter and Anthony.

Pet. Nay, the old woman's gone too.
Ant. She's a catter-wauling

[Exeunt.

Amongst the gutters; but conceive ye, Peter.
Where our good mafters fhould be?

Pet. Where they should be,

I do conceive, but where they are good Anthony--Ant. Ay, there it goes: my master's bo-peeps

with me,

With his fly popping in and out again,

Argu'd a cause,---hark !

Pet. What?

Ant. Doft not hear a lute ?

.Again!

Pet. Where is't?

[Lute founds.

Ant. Above, in my mafter's chamber.

Pet.

Pet. There's no creature: he hath the key

himself, man.

Ant. This is his lute: let him have it.

[Sing within a little.

Pet. I grant you; but who strikes it ?

Ant. An admirable voice too, hark you..
Pet. Anthony,

Art fure we are at home?

Ant. Without all doubt, Peter.

Pet. Then this must be the devil.
Ant. Let it be.

Good devil fing again: O dainty devil?
Peter, believe it, a moft delicate devil,
The sweeteft devil-----

Enter Frederick and Don John.

Fred. If you would leave peeping.
John. I cannot, by no means.

Fred. Then come in foftly;

And as you love your faith, presume no farther

Than ye have promised.

John. Bafco.

Fred. What make you up fo early, Sir?
John. You, Sir, in your contemplations!
Pet. O pray ye peace, Sir..

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John. 'Tis your lute. She's playing on't,
Ant. The houfe is haunted, Sir;

For this we have heard this half year.

Fred. Ye faw nothing?

Ant. Not I.

Pet. Nor I, Sir.

Fred. Get you our breakfast then,

And make no words on't; we'll undertake this spirit,

If it be one.

Ant. This is no devil, Peter, Mum, there be bats abroad.

[Exeunt ambo.

Fred. Stay, now the fings.

John. An angels voice I'll fwear.
Fred. Why did'ft thou fhrug fo?

Either allay this heat; or as I live

I will not trust you.

John. Pafs; I warrant ye.

Enter ft Conftantia.

[Exeunt.

Con. To curfe those stars that men say govern us, To rail at fortune, to fall out with fate,

And tax the gen'ral world, will help me nothing: Alas! I am the fame ftill, neither are they

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