Enter Frederick.
Fred. 'Tis strange,
I cannot meet him; sure he has encountred
Some light o' love or other, and there means
To play at in and in for this night. Well Don John,
If you do spring a leak, or get an itch,
Till ye claw off your curl'd pate, thank your night-walks:
You must be still a bootehalling: one round more,
Though it be late, I'le venture to discover ye,
I do not like your out-leaps. [Exit.
SCENE V.
Enter Duke, and 3 Gentlemen.
Duke. Welcom to Town, are ye all fit?
1 Gent. To point Sir.
Duke. Where are the horses?
2 Gent. Where they were appointed.
Duke. Be private, and whatsoever fortune
Offer it self, let's stand sure.
3 Gent. Fear not us,
E're ye shall be endangered, or deluded,
We'll make a black night on't.