Fred. Ye saw nothing?
Ant. Not I.
Pet. Nor I Sir.
Fred. Get us our breakfast then,
And make no words on't; we'll undertake this spirit,
If it be one.
Ant. This is no Devil Peter. [Sing. Exeunt Servants.
Mum, there be Bats abroad.
Fred. Stay, now she sings.
John. An Angels voice I'le swear.
Fred. Why did'st thou shrug so?
Either allay this heat; or as I live
I will not trust ye.
John. Pass: I warrant ye. [Exeunt.
Enter Constantia.