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2 Gent. If we see noble cause, 'tis like our fwords
May be as free and forward as your words.
Enter Don John.

John. The civil order of this city Naples
Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all travellers,
As a most safe retirement in all troubles;
Beside the wholesome feat and noble temper
Of those minds that inhabit it, fafely wife,
And to all strangers courteous. But I fee
My admiration has drawn night upon me,
And longer to expect my friend may pull me
Into fufpicion of too late a stirrer,
Which all good governments are jealous of.
I'll home, and think at liberty: yet certain,
'Tis not fo far night, as I thought; for fee,
A fair houfe yet ftands open, yet all about it

[play:

Are clofe, and no lights ftirring; there may be foul
I'll venture to look in. If there be knaves,
I may do a good office.

Within. Signior!

John. What! how is this?

Within. Signior Fabritio!

John. I'll go nearer.

Within. Fabritio!

John. This is a woman's tongue; here may be good

Within. Who's there? Fabritio ?

John. Ay.

Within. Where are you?

John. Here.

Within. O, come for heaven's fake!

John. I must see what this means.

Enter a Woman with a Child.

[done.

Wom. I have stay'd this long hour for you; make no

noise;

For things are in strange trouble. Here, be fecret.

'Tis worth your care: begone now; more eyes watch us Than may be for our fafeties.

John. Hark ye.

Wom. Peace; good night.

John. She's s gone, and I am loaden. Fortune for me! It weighs well, and it feels well; it may chance To be fome pack of worth: by th' mass 'tis heavy !

If it be coin or jewels, it is worth welcome.
I'll ne'er refuse a fortune; I am confident
'Tis of no common price. Now to my lodging:
If it be right, I'll bless this night.

Enter Don Frederick.

Fred. 'Tis ftrange,

I cannot meet him; fure he has encounter'd
Some light o' love or other, and there means
To play at in and in for this night.

[Exit.

Well, Don John, If you do fpring a leak, or get an itch,

Till you claw off your curl'd pate, thank your nightwalks ;

You must be still a boot-haling. One round more,
Tho' it be late, I'll venture to discover ye;

I do not like your out-leaps.

Enter Duke and three Gentlemen.

Duke. Welcome to town.

[Exit.

Are ye all fit?

1 Gent. To point, Sir.

Duke. Where are the horses?

2 Gent. Where they were appointed.

Duke. Be private; and whatsoever fortune Offer itself, let us ftand fure.

3 Gent. Fear us not.

Ere you fhall be endanger'd or deluded,
We'll make a black night on't.

Duke. No more, I know it;

You know your quarters.

1 Gent. Will you go alone, Sir?

Duke. Ye shall not be far from me, the least noise Shall bring ye to my rescue.

2. Gent. We are counsell'd.

Enter Don John.

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peep[ing

John. Was ever man fo paid for being curious?
Ever fo bobb'd for fearching out adventures,
As I am? Did the devil lead me? Muft I needs be
Into men's houses where I had no business,
And make myself a mifchief? 'Tis well carry'd!
I must take other men's occafions on me,
And be I know not whom : most finely handled!
What have I got by this now? What's the purchase ?
A piece of evening arras-work, a child,
Indeed an infidel! This comes of peeping!

A lump

A lump got out of laziness! Good white bread,
Let's have no bawling with ye. 'Sdeath, have I
Known. wenches thus long, all the ways of wenches,
Their fnares and fubtilties? Have I read over
All their school learning, div'd into their quiddits,
And am I now bumfiddled with a bastard ?
Fetch'd over with a card o'five, and in my old days,
After the dire maffacre of a million

Of maidenheads, caught the common way, i'th' night too
Under another's name, to make the matter
Carry more weight about it? Well, Don John,
You will be wifer one day, when ye've purchas'd
A bevy of those butter prints together,
With fearching out conceal'd iniquities,

Without commiffion. Why it would never grieve me,
If I had got this gingerbread : never stirr'd me,
So I had had a ftroke for't: 't had been justice
Then to have kept it; but to raise a dairy,

For other men's adultery, confume myself in caudles,
And fcouring work, in nurfes, bells, and babies,
Only for charity, for mere I thank you,

A little troubles me: the leaft touch for it,
Had but my breeches got it, it had contented me.
Whofe e'er it is, fure it had a wealthy mother,
For 'tis well cloth'd, and if I be not cozen'd,
Well lin'd within. To leave it here were barbarous,
And ten to one would kill it; a worse fin
Than his that got it. Well, I will difpofe on't,
And keep it as they keep death's heads in rings,
To cry memento to me no more peeping.
Now all the danger is to qualify

The good old gentlewoman at whofe house we live;
For the will fall upon me with a catechism
Of four hours long: I must endure all;

For I will know this mother. Come, good wonder,
Let you and I be jogging; your starved treble
Will waken the rude watch elfe. All that be
Curious night-walkers, may they find my fee.
Enter Don Frederick.

Fred. Sure he's gone home :

I have beaten all the purlieus,

But cannot bolt him: If he be a bobbing,

[Exit,

'Tis not my care can cure him: to-morrow morning I fhall have further knowledge from a furgeon, Where he lies moor'd to mend his leaks.

And through a world of dangers am flown to ye.
Be full of hafte and care, we are undone else.

Where are your people? Which way muft we travel?
For heaven's fake ftay not here, Sir.

Fred. What may this prove ?

Con. Alas! I am mistaken, loft, undone,

For ever perifhed! Sir, for heaven's fake, tell me,
Are ye a gentleman ?

Fred. I am.

Can. Of this place?

Fred. No, born in Spain.

Con. As ever you lov'd honour,

As ever your defires may gain their end,
Do a poor wretched woman but this benefit,
For I'm forc'd to truft

ye.

Fred. Y' have charm'd me,

Humanity and honour bids me help ye:
And if I fail your truft

Con. The time's too dangerous

To ftay your proteftations: I believe ye,
Alas! I must believe ye. From this place,
Good noble, Sir, remove me instantly.
And for a time, where nothing but yourself,
And honest converfation may come near me,
In fome fecure place fettle me.
What I am,
And why thus boldly I commit my credit

Into a stranger's hand, the fear and dangers

That force me to this wild course, at more leisure
I fhall reveal unto you.

Fred. Come, be hearty,

He must strike through my life that takes you from me.

[Exeunt

Enter Petruchio, Antonio, and two Gentlemen.

Pet. He will fure come: are ye all well arm'd ?
Ant. Never fear us :

Here's that will make 'em dance without a fiddle.

Pet.

Petr. We are to look for no weak foes, my friends, Nor unadvised ones.

Ant. Beft gamefters make the best play;

We fhall fight close and home then.

I Gent. Antonio,

You are thought too bloody.

Ant. Why? All phyficians,

And penny almanacks, allow the opening

Of veins this month. Why do you talk of bloody?
What come we for? to fall to cuffs for apples?
What, would you make the cause a cudgel-quarrel?
Petr. Speak foftly, gentle coufin.

Ant. I will speak truly.

What should men do, ally'd to thefe difgraces, Lick o'er his enemy, fit down, and dance him?--2 Gent. You are as far o'th' bow-hand now.

Ant. And cry,

That's my fine boy, thou wilt do fo no more, child ?
Petr. Here are no fuch cold pities.

Ant. By St. Jaques,

They fhall not find me one! Here's old tough Andrew,
A fpecial friend of mine, and he but hold,

I'll ftrike them fuch a hornpipe! Knocks I come for,
And the best blood I light on: I profefsit,

Not to feare coftermongers. If I lose my own,
My audit's loft, and farewel five and fifty.

Petr. Let's talk no longer. Place yourselves with filence As I directed ye; and when time calls us, As ye are friends, fo fhew yourselves.

Ant. So be it.

Enter Don John and his Landlady. Land. Nay, fon, if this be your regard→→ John. Good mother

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Land. Good ine no goods-Your cousin and yourself

Are welcome to me, whilft you bear yourselves

Like honest and true gentlemen. Bring hither

To my houfe, that have ever been reputed
A gentlewoman of a decent and a fair carriage,
And fo behaved myself-

John. I know you have.

Land. Bring hither, as I fay, to make my name Stink in my neighbours' noftrils, your devices,

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