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Scena Octava.
Enter Michael, Francis, and Officers.
Mich.
COme sir, for this night I shall entertaine ye,
And like a gentleman, how ere your fortune
Hath cast ye on the worst part.
Fra.
How you please sir,
I am resolv'd, nor can a joy or misery
Much move me now.
Mich.
I am angry with my selfe now
For putting this forc'd way upon his patience,
Yet any other course had been too slender:
Yet what to thinke I know not, for most liberally
He hath confess'd strange wronge, which if they prove so,
How ere the others long love may forget all,
Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way
Drinke that: and now to my care leave your prisoner,
I'le be his guard for this night.
Off.
Good night to your worship.
Mich.
Good night my honest friends: Come sir, I hope
There shall be no such cause of such a sadnesse
As you put on.
Fra.
Faith sir, my rest is up,
And what I now pull, shall no more afflict me
Then if I plaid at span-counter, nor is my face
The map of any thing I seeme to suffer,
Lighter affections seldome dwell in me sir.
Mich.
A constant gentleman: would I had taken
A feaver when I took this harsh way to disturb him,
Come walke with me sir, ere to morrow night
I doubt not but to see all this blown over.
Exeunt.