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The going to bed. Chap. 18.
I Feele my selfe a litle ill after supper.
My stomacke greeueth me.
Mine Oast I will go to rest. I haue great desire to sleepe. The sleepe is alreadie fallen into mine eyes.
Let some bodie shew me my chamber.
When you will my daughter shall shew you the way.
God night mine Ost. God night, God-night hostesse.
God giue you good night and good rest euerie bodie.
You must mount this way sir. See your chamber.
See your bed. There are the priuies, and here is your chamber pot.
Draw these curtines. Lend me a kercheffe or a coiffe: I haue a night cap in my bosome.
Your sheetes are cleane.
Looke that they be verie drie I pray you.
I haue ayred them at the fire.
Pull of my hosen. Couer me with my gowne.
I haue too litle couering.
Giue me another pillow, I cannot lye so low.
Are you well now? will you haue yet more heling? would you nothing else?
Not now. Seepe well.
Harke Gaudinetta, kisse me once my sweet heart, before thou depart. I had rather die, then kisse a man in his bed.
Kisse me, and I will giue you your bracelets againe, that I tooke from you the other day playing with you.
Speake no more to me, I pray you of kissing nor of loue, but giue me my bracelets againe, for otherwise what will my father and my mother say to me?
They will be angrie with me.
They will not: they will not.