Char. The Rogue took Courage, when he saw there was no Remedy; but there’s no hurt done on either side.
Lord. ‘Tis fit such as he shou’d be chastis’d, that do abuse Hospitality. Come, come, to Bed; the Lady, Sir, expects you.
Bel. Gentlemen, good Night.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II_. A Bed Chamber_.
Enter Diana.
Dia. I long to know the Cause of Bellmour’s Disorder to Night, and here he comes.
Enter Bellmour, Lord, Charles, and the rest.
Char. Shan’t we see you laid, Brother?
Bel. Yes, in my Grave, dear Charles; But I’ll excuse that Ceremony here.