y or question, least part of that rage
Is bent gainst him you turne upon your self,
Which is not for your safety.

_Lady Av_. Syr, good night. [_Exit_.[113]

_Lord Av_. How goes the hower?

_Denis_. Tis almost tenn.

_Lord Av_. The tyme of our appointment: you attend
Upon his knocks and give him free admittans;
Beinge entred, refer him into this place;
That doon, returne then to your Ladye's chamber
There locke your self fast in.

_Mayde_. My lorde, I shall.--
Poore fryare, I feare theyl put thee to thy penance
Before they have confest thee.

_Lord Av_. Come, withdrawe;
The watchwoordes not yet given.

_Enter the Fryar with a letter_.

_Fr. Jhon_. 'Tis her owne pen, I knwe it, synce shee sett
Her hand to establishe our foundation,
And, sweete soule, shee hath writt a second tyme
To build mee upp anewe:--_My Lord is ridd
A three dayes jorney, loose not this advantadge
But take tyme by the fore-topp_. Yes I will
By the fore-topp and topp-gallant. _At the posterne
Shee to whose hand you gave your letter, Fryar,
Attends for your despatch_:--my busines
I hope shalbee despatcht then:--_Fare you well,
Fayle mee this night and ever_. I'l sooner forfett
All pleasures, hopes, preferments, with th'assurance
Of a longe lyfe blest with most happy howers,
Then this one night's contentment.

_Mayde_. Ha, who's theire?
Fryar _Jhon_?

_Fr. Jhon_. The same: you, mystresse _Millisent_
My Ladye's gentlewoman?

_Mayde_. I am the closett
That treasures all her counsells.

_Fr. Jhon_. Is all cleare?

_Mayde_. As such a dark night can bee--to one, I feare,
That scarce will looke on daye more.

_Fr. Jhon_. Where's my lady?

_Mayde_. Attends you in her chamber.

_Fr. Jhon_. Guide mee too't,
Nay, quickly guerle:--how I allredy surfett
In this nights expectation!

_Mayde_. Staye you heare
In this withdraweinge roome, I'l fetch a light
For safeguard of your shinnes.

_Denis_. Shee might have sayde
For safeguard of his necke.

_Mayde_. My sceane's doone;
The next act lyes amongst them. [_Exit_.[114]

_Fr. Jhon_. My part dothe but beginne nowe and I'l act it
In exquisite cleane linnen; and this capp
Proffred of purpose, least I should smell fryar.
What differ wee i'th darke, save our shaven crowne,
From gentlemen, nay Lords? nature hath araied us
As well as the best layemen: why should lawe
Restreyne from us what is allowed to them?
Lett it curbe fooles and idiots, such as throughe folly
Will not,