_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, or nycenes dare not, tast what's sweete,
Alyke made for all pallats.
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