Not yet—not yet—the night has scarce begun—
Nay, Master Heywood—Middleton, you'll stay!
Bright skies to those who go—high thoughts go with ye,
And constant youth!
Gentlemen.
We thank you, sir—good night! Exeunt Gentlemen.
Heywood.
Let's follow—'tis near morning.
Marlowe.
Do not go.