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It's surely heard, and we are both betray'd.
[Gives the sign. [Maid at the window.] Who's there? Pol. 'Tis 1. Maid. My lord Castalio ?
Pol. The same.
[Maid descends. Now boast, Castalio, triumph now, and tell 480 Thyself strange stories of a promis'd bliss.
[The door unbolts. It opens! Hah! what means my trembling flesh ? Limbs, do your office, and support me well, Bear me to her, then fail me if you can.
Enter CASTALIO and Page. Page. Indeed, my lord, 'twill be a lovely morning; Pray let us hunt.
Cast. Go, you're an idle prattler. I'll stay at home to-morrow; if your lord Thinks fit, he may command my hounds. Go,
leave me, I must to bed.
Page. I'll wait upon your lordship,
Cast. No, my kind boy, the night is too far wasted;
Page. Oh! You never heard the last new song I learn'd! It is the finest, prettiest song indeed, Of my lord and my lady, you know who, that were caught
500 Together, you know where. My lord, indeed it is. Cast. You must be whipp'd, youngster, if you get
such songs as those are.
Page. Why, what must I sing, pray, my dear lord ?
Cast. Well, leave me. I'm weary.
Page. Oh! but you omis'd me, the last time I told you what colour my lady Monimia's stockings were of, and that she garter'd them above knee, that you would give me a little horse to go a hunting upon, so you did. I'll tell you no more stories, except you keep your word with me.
Cast. Well, go, you trifler, and to-morrow ask me. Page. Indeed, my lord, I can't abide to leave you. Cast. Why, wert thou instructed to attend me!
Page. No, no, indeed, my lord, I was not;
Page. 'Tistis—I know who—but will
Cast. I will, my child.
Page. It is my lady Monimia, look you; but don't You tell her I told you; she'll give me no more play-things then. I heard her say so, as she lay a-bed, man.
Cast. Talk'd she of me when in her bed, Cordelio ?
Page. Yes, and I sung her the song you made, too; and she did so sigh, and so look with her eyes; and her breasts did so lift up and down, I could have found in my heart to have beat 'em, for they made me asham'd.
Cast. Hark! what's that noise ? Take this, begone, and leave me. You knave, you little flatterer, get you gone. 540
Surely it was a noise i hist-only fancy;
[Knocks again. Once more
Maid. [At the window.] Who's there? That comes thus rudely to disturb our rest?
Cast. 'Tis I.
Maid. Who are you? What's your name:
Maid. I know you not.
Cast. Ha! have a care; what can this mean?
Maid. Whoe'er you are, ye may repent this outrage. My lady must not be disturbed. Good night.
Cast. She must; tell her she shall. Go, I'm in haste, And bring her tidings from the state of love; They're all in consultation met together, 580 How to reward my truth, and crown her vows.
Maid. Sure the man's madı
Cast. Or this will make me so.
Maid. My lady's answer is, you may depart.
Cast. l'll not believe't.
Maid. Well, 'tis a fine cool ev'ning; and, I hope May cure the raging fever in your
Cast. And farewel all that's just in wonen!