Daniel. Are we all of one mind, fellows? He that lov'd his old master, speak. Shall we quit his son's service for a better? Is it aye, or no?
Peter. For my part, I am afraid to go to bed to-night.
Robert. For certain, young Master's indiscretion was that which broke his heart.
Peter. Who sits up with him to-night?
Robert. Francis.
Peter. Lord! what a conscience he must have, that he cannot sleep alone.
Robert. They say he is troubled with the Night-mare.
Daniel. Here he comes, let us go away as fast as we can.
Enter John Woodvil and Francis. [They run out.]
John. I lay me down to get a little sleep, And just when I began to close my eyes, My eyes heavy to sleep, it comes.