Thom. Yes, I'll comfort her.
Maid. 'Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep,
You know your side, creep softly in, your company
Will warm her well.
Thom. I warrant thee I'll warm her.
Maid. Your Brother has been here, the strangest fellow.
Thom. A very Rogue, a rank Rogue.
Maid. I'll conduct ye
Even to her Chamber-door, and there commit ye. [Exeunt.
SCENE IX.
Enter Michael, Francis, and Officers.
Mich. Come Sir, for this night I shall entertain ye,
And like a Gentleman, how e'r your fortune
Hath cast ye on the worst part.
Fran. How you please, Sir,
I am resolv'd, nor can a joy or misery
Much move me now.