Val. Dream?
Mich. Good Mistress Alice
Do me the favour (yet to satisfie me)
To step but up, and see.
Alice. I know she's there Sir,
And all this but a dream.
Mich. You know not my dreams,
They are unhappy ones, and often truths,
But this I hope, yet.
Alice. I will satisfie ye. [Exit.
Mich. Neighbours, how does the Gentleman?
Val. I know not,
Dream of a Nunnery?
Mich. How found ye my words
About the nature of his sickness Valentine?
Val. Did she not cry out, 'twas my folly too
That forc'd her to this nunnery? did she not curse me?
For God sake speak: did you not dream of me too,
How basely, poorly, tamely, like a fool,
Tir'd with his joyes?
Mich. Alas poor Gentleman,
Ye promis'd me Sir to bear all these crosses.