Petr. Are they grown so merry?
Duke. 'Tis [most] likely,
She has heard of this good fortune, and determines
To wash her sorrows off.
[Pet.] 'Tis so; that house, Sir,
Is it: out of that window certainly
I saw my old Mistresses face.
Petr. They are merry indeed, [Musick.
Hark I hear Musick too.
Duke. Excellent Musick.
John. Would I were ev'n among 'em, and alone now;
A pallat for the purpose in a corner,
And good rich Wine within me; what gay sport
Could I make in an hour now!
SONG.
Welcome sweet liberty, and care farewel,
I am mine own,
She is twice damn'd, that lives in Hell,
When Heaven is shown.
Budding beauty, blooming years
Were made for pleasure, farewel fears,
For now I am my self, mine own command,
My fortune alwayes in my hand.
Fred. Hark a voice too;
Let's not stir yet by any means.