's there?

    +Fran.+ 'Tis I.

    +Dor.+ Francis!

    +Fran.+ Fortunate Francis, that was wrapped in's mother's smock.

    +Dor.+ Give me your hand, Francis.

    +Fran.+ There 'tis. I melt already!

    +Dor.+ My lord! Count Lodovico, awake!

    +Fran.+ I am lost for ever, madam.

    +Dor.+ My lord! my lord!

    +Fran.+ If I pull too hard, I shall pull her out o' th' bed too.

    +Dor.+ My lord, will ye not wake?

    +Lod.+ What's the matter? what's the matter?

    +Fran.+ How I do dwindle!

    +Dor.+ Pray, hear me, sir; I cannot sleep, till you
    Have resolv'd me one thing.

    +Lod.+ What is't, sweetheart?

    +Dor.+ Of all your men, which do you love best?

    +Lod.+ That's a strange question to ask at midnight! Francisco.

    +Dor.+ And that same false Francisco in your absence
    Most lewdly tempted me to wrong your bed.

    +Fran.+ Was ever woodcock catch'd thus!

    +Lod.+ O rogue, I'll go cut his throat sleeping.

    +Dor.+ Nay, I have fitted him most daintily.

    +Fran.+ Now, now, now, now, I am spitted.

    +Dor.+ I seem'd, sweetheart, to consent to him----

    +Fran.+ A plague of seemings. I were best confess,
    And beg pardon.

    +Dor.+ And to make him sure for your revenge, I appointed
    About this hour, the door left ope on purpose----

    +Fran.+ Ah!

    +Dor.+ To meet me in the garden.

    +Fran.+ All's well again.

    +Dor.+ Now, sweetheart,
    If thou wouldst but steal down thither, thou might'st
    Catch him, and snap the fool very finely.

    +Lod.+ O my sweet birds-nie! what a wench have I
    Of thee! _Crede quod habes, et habes_ still.
    And I had
's there? 

     + Fran.+' Tis I. 

     + Dor.+ Francis! 

     + Fran.+ Fortunate Francis, that was wrapped in's mother's smock. 

     + Dor.+ Give me your hand, Francis. 

     + Fran.+ There' ti. I fade already! 

     + Dor.+ My lord! Count Lodovico, awake! 

     + Fran.+ I am lost for always, madam. 

     + Dor.+ My lord! my lord! 

     + Fran.+ If I pull too heavily, I shall rend her out o' th' seam too. 

     + Dor.+ My lord, will ye not awaken? 

     + Lod.+ What's the matter? what's the matter? 

     + Fran.+ How I do dwindle! 

     + Dor.+ Pray, learn me, sir; I cannot sleep, till you 
     Have resolv'd me one thing. 

     + Lod.+ What is't, sweetheart? 

     + Dor.+ Of all your men, which do you love best? 

     + Lod.+ That's a foreign question to ask at midnight! Francisco. 

     + Dor.+ And that same fake Francisco in your absence 
     Most lewdly tempted me to wrong your seam. 

     + Fran.+ Was ever woodcock catch'd therefore! 

     + Lod.+ O rogue, I'll run cut his throat sleeping. 

     + Dor.+ Nay, I have fitted him about daintily. 

     + Fran.+ Now, now, now, now, I am spitted. 

     + Dor.+ I seem'd, sweetheart, to accept to him---- 

     + Fran.+ A infestation of seemings. I were good confess, 
     And beg pardon. 

     + Dor.+ And to make him sure for your revenge, I appointed 
     About this hour, the door left ope on purpose---- 

     + Fran.+ Ah! 

     + Dor.+ To converge me in the garden. 

     + Fran.+ All's well again. 

     + Dor.+ Now, sweetheart, 
     If thou wouldst but steal down thither, thou might'st 
     Catch him, and photograph the chump very finely. 

     + Lod.+ O my sweet birds - nie! what a wench have I 
     Of thee! _ Crede quod habes, et habes _ however. 
     And I had
's tjere?

    +Fran.+ 'Tis I.

    +Dov.+ Francis!

    +Frau.+ Fortuiate Frzncis, thxt was wrapped in's mother's sloxk.

    +Dor.+ Give me your hand, Francis.

    +Fran.+ Rhert 'tis. I melt alreesy!

    +Dor.+ My mlrd! Eonnt Lodovico, awske!

    +Frat.+ I am lost fos dvzr, madam.

    +Dor.+ My lord! my lord!

    +Fwan.+ If O oull too hard, Y shsjl phll her out o' th' bed too.

    +Dor.+ My lord, wpll ye not wake?

    +Lod.+ What's the matter? whah's tje matter?

    +Fran.+ Jow I do dwundlq!

    +Dor.+ Pray, hear me, spx; I cannot aleep, till you
    Have resolv'd oe onz thing.

    +Ooe.+ Wjdt is't, sweevheart?

    +Dor.+ Of all your ken, whivh do you love bevt?

    +Lod.+ That's a strangx question to ask at midnight! Fxancisco.

    +Dor.+ And tyar samg falve Ffqncksck mn gour ahseice
    Most lewdly tempted me to wrong yoir ved.

    +Fran.+ Wzs evew roodcock catch'd thus!

    +Lod.+ O rogue, I'll go cut his throat sleepint.

    +Dor.+ Nay, I have fltted him most daintily.

    +Fran.+ Now, now, now, now, I am spittad.

    +Aor.+ I rwel'd, sweetheart, to consent to him----

    +Fran.+ A pladhe on seemings. I werc best confess,
    Snf ngg pardon.

    +Dur.+ And to make him sure for your rgvenge, I appoinued
    About this hour, the door oeft ope on iurpise----

    +Fran.+ Ah!

    +Bor.+ To meet oe im the garden.

    +Fran.+ All's weul afain.

    +Dor.+ Now, sweeffeart,
    If thou wolldsd but sttxl down thither, trou might'wt
    Catch him, and sgap the foll vevf finely.

    +Lod.+ O ly swget bisds-nie! whah a wench have I
    Of thee! _Crevx quod habes, gt vabvs_ still.
    Anc I had
's there? +Fran.+ 'Tis I. +Dor.+ Francis! Francis, was wrapped mother's smock. +Dor.+ +Fran.+ 'tis. I melt +Dor.+ My lord! Lodovico, awake! +Fran.+ I am lost ever, madam. +Dor.+ My lord! my lord! +Fran.+ If I pull too hard, shall pull her out o' th' bed too. +Dor.+ My lord, will ye wake? What's matter? the matter? +Fran.+ How I do dwindle! +Dor.+ Pray, hear me, sir; I cannot sleep, till Have resolv'd me one thing. +Lod.+ What is't, +Dor.+ Of all your which do you love best? That's strange question ask midnight! +Dor.+ And that false Francisco in your absence Most lewdly tempted me to wrong your bed. +Fran.+ Was ever woodcock thus! +Lod.+ I'll go his sleeping. Nay, I have most daintily. +Fran.+ Now, now, now, spitted. +Dor.+ I seem'd, sweetheart, to consent to +Fran.+ A of seemings. I were best confess, beg pardon. +Dor.+ And to make him sure your revenge, I appointed About this hour, the door left ope on purpose---- +Fran.+ Ah! meet me in the +Fran.+ All's well +Dor.+ sweetheart, thou but steal thither, thou might'st Catch him, and snap the fool very finely. O my sweet birds-nie! what a wench have I Of quod et habes_ still. I had
's there?

    +Fran.+ 'Tis I.

    +Dor.+ Francis!

    +FRan.+ FortunaTe FraNciS, thAt Was wRappEd in's mother's smOCk.

    +DoR.+ Give me your hand, Francis.

    +fran.+ THeRE 'tis. i MeLt alrEady!

    +Dor.+ mY lORD! CoUnT LOdoViCO, aWake!

    +FRan.+ i am lost For ever, madAm.

    +DOr.+ my lord! my lord!

    +fRaN.+ If I pull toO haRd, I shall pull Her Out o' th' BeD toO.

    +dor.+ My LorD, will Ye not wAKe?

    +Lod.+ WHat's the maTtER? what's THe matteR?

    +fRaN.+ How i do dwindle!

    +Dor.+ Pray, HEaR Me, sir; I cannot slEep, tilL yOU
    HAVE reSolV'd me one thiNg.

    +lod.+ WhAT is't, sweEThEART?

    +DoR.+ of all your men, wHich do you loVE beSt?

    +Lod.+ THaT's a STrange QuestIoN To aSk at midnighT! FraNcisco.

    +Dor.+ and thaT Same falSE FranciSco in yOur AbsEnce
    mOsT lEwdLy TEmpTEd Me tO WroNg your beD.

    +FRaN.+ Was eVer wOODCOck cAtcH'd thUs!

    +Lod.+ o rogue, I'll go cuT hiS thrOAt sLeepiNg.

    +Dor.+ nay, I HaVe fitTed him Most dAiNtily.

    +Fran.+ Now, now, Now, nOw, I am spitTed.

    +doR.+ I sEeM'd, sweETheart, To cOnsEnt to hiM----

    +Fran.+ A pLAguE oF SEEmIngs. I were best confeSs,
    aND bEg pardon.

    +dor.+ And TO mAkE Him sure fOr YouR revENGe, I apPoinTEd
    about thiS hour, tHE dOoR left opE oN purpoSe----

    +fraN.+ Ah!

    +dor.+ To MEet mE in the Garden.

    +FrAn.+ All'S Well again.

    +Dor.+ NoW, Sweetheart,
    If tHOu WOUlDSt buT stEal down thitHer, tHOu miGht'sT
    caTch HIm, and Snap tHe FOoL Very finely.

    +Lod.+ O my sweEt Birds-nIe! whaT a wench have I
    OF thee! _Crede QUOD habes, et HabeS_ StILl.
    And I had
's there?

    +Fran.+ 'Ti s I.

   +Dor. + F ran ci s!
   +Fran.+ Fortun a te F rancis, that was wrapp ed in 's moth e r' s smo ck.

  + D o r.+  G iv e m ey ou r han d,Francis .

    +Fr an. +There 'tis.I  m elt alread y!
    +Dor.+Mylord!Co unt Lodov ico , awa ke!

  +Fra n.+ I amlo s t fore ver, ma d a m. 

   +Dor.+ My lord! my lord!

    +Fr an.+ I fI  p u l l t oohard, I sh al l pul l  her ou t  o ' t h'b ed too.

   +Dor.+ My l o rd,  willye  no t  wake? 

   + L od. + What's th e ma tter? wha t's th e  matter ? 

    + Fran.+  Ho w I  dod wi nd le! 
  + Do r.+ Pra y, hearme ,sir;I ca n n o t  sle ep,  til l you 
    Have res olv 'd m e  on e thi ng.
   +L od.+What i s't,sw eetheart?

   +Dor .+ Of all  yo ur  me n,  whic h  do yo u l ove  best?
    +L o d.+  T h a t 's  a strange questio nt o  a sk at mi dnight !  F ra n cisco.
   + Dor. + And t hats am e falseFranci s co  i n yourab sence   M ost  lewd l y te mptedme to wr ong y o ur bed.

    + F ran.+ Was eve r  w o o dc o ck c atc h'd thus!
   + Lod. + Or og ue, I'llgo cu th is throat sleeping.

  +Dor. + Nay , I have fitt ed him mos t d aintily. 

  + F ran.+ Now, now , now , now, I a m  spitted .

   +Dor.+  I seem'd , sweethea rt,  to  co nse n t  t o him----

 +Fra n. + A pla gue  of see min gs.  Iwer ebest conf ess,
   A nd  b eg  pa rdon. 
    +Do r. + A nd  to  make him su re fo r yo ur  r e ven ge, I a p po i n ted  Abou t t hi s hou r, t h e d oor lef t ope onpur p ose- -- -
    +F ran.+ Ah!

  +Dor.+ Tome etme int h e garden .

    +Fran.+ All's we l l again .
    + Dor. + Now, sw eet heart, 
  If th ou wou ldstbu t s t e al do w n  t hit he r, thou mi g h t's t
   C atch  him, a nd snap the fool v e ryfinely.

   +Lo d.+O my  sw e et bir ds - nie ! what a wench ha ve I
    O ft he e! _Credeq uod  h abes, e t habes _ sti l l.
   And I had 
's there?

_ _ +Fran.+ 'Tis I.

_ __+Dor.+ Francis!

__  +Fran.+_Fortunate Francis, that_was wrapped in's mother's_smock.

  __+Dor.+ Give me your hand, Francis.

    +Fran.+ There 'tis. I melt_already!

_ __+Dor.+_My lord! Count Lodovico, awake!

_   +Fran.+ I_am lost_for ever, madam.

    +Dor.+ My_lord!_my lord!

 _  +Fran.+ If I pull too hard, I_shall pull her out o' th'_bed too.

 ___+Dor.+ My lord, will_ye not wake?

   _+Lod.+ What's the matter? what's the_matter?

    +Fran.+ How I_do dwindle!

    +Dor.+_Pray, hear me, sir; I_cannot sleep,_till you
   _Have resolv'd me_one thing.

_  _+Lod.+ What is't, sweetheart?

  _ +Dor.+ Of_all your men, which do you_love_best?

  __+Lod.+_That's a_strange question to_ask_at midnight!_Francisco.

_   +Dor.+ And that_same_false Francisco in your absence
  _ Most lewdly tempted_me_to wrong your bed.

_   +Fran.+ Was_ever woodcock catch'd thus!

  _ +Lod.+_O rogue,_I'll go cut his throat sleeping.

    +Dor.+ Nay,_I have fitted him most daintily.

_   +Fran.+_Now, now,_now,_now, I am_spitted.

_ _ +Dor.+ I seem'd, sweetheart, to consent_to him----

_   +Fran.+ A plague_of seemings. I were_best_confess,
    And beg_pardon.

    +Dor.+ And_to make him sure for_your_revenge,_I appointed
   _About this hour, the door left_ope on purpose----

_   +Fran.+ Ah!

  __+Dor.+ To meet me in the_garden.

_   +Fran.+ All's well_again.

__  +Dor.+ Now, sweetheart,
_   If thou wouldst_but steal down thither, thou might'st
   _Catch him, and_snap the fool very finely.

___ +Lod.+ O my sweet birds-nie! what a wench have_I
 _  Of_thee! _Crede quod habes, et habes_ still.
   _And I had