Cal. Away, dear friend,
Down to the Garden stairs, that way, Lisander,
We are betray'd else.
Enter Cleander.
Lis. Honour guard the innocent. [Exit Lisander.
Clean. Still up? I fear'd your health.
Cal. 'Has miss'd him happily;
I am going now, I have done my meditations,
My heart's almost at peace.
Clean. To my warm Bed then.
Cal. I will, pray ye lead. [A Pistol shot within.
Clean. A Pistol shot i'th' house?
At these hours? sure some thief, some murtherer;
Rise, ho! rise all, I am betray'd.
Cal. O Fortune!
O giddy thing! he has met some opposition,
And kill'd; I am confounded, lost for ever.
Enter Dorilaus.