Dor. Now, what's the matter?
Clean. Thieves, my noble Father, Villains and Rogues.
Dor. Indeed! I heard a Pistol, let's search about.
Enter Malfort, Clarinda, and Servants.
Mal. To bed again, they are gone, Sir,
I will not bid you thank my valour for't;
Gone at the Garden door; there were a dozen,
And bravely arm'd, I saw 'em.
Clar. I am glad, glad at the heart.
Serv. One shot at me, and miss'd me.
Mal. No, 'twas at me, the Bullet flew close by me,
Close by my ear; another had a huge Sword,
Flourish'd it thus; but at the point I met him,
But the Rogue taking me to be your Lordship,
(As sure your Name is terrible, and we
Not much unlike in the dark) roar'd out aloud,
'Tis the kill-Crow, Dorilaus, and away
They ran as they had flown; now you must love me,
Or fear me for my Courage, Wench.
Clar. O Rogue!
O lying Rogue, Lisander stumbled, Madam,
At the Stairs-head, and in the fall the shot went off;
Was gone before they rose.
Cal. I thank Heaven for't.