Clar. I was frighted too, it spoil'd my game with Leon.
Cle. You must sit up; and they had come to your Chamber
What pranks would they have plaid! how came the door open?
Ma. I heard 'em when they forc'd it; up I rose,
Took Durindana in my hand; and like
Orlando, issu'd forth.
Clar. I know you are valiant.
Clean. To bed again,
And be you henceforth provident, at sun-rising
We must part for a while.
Dor. When you are a bed,
Take leave of her, there 'twill be worth the taking;
Here 'tis but a cold Ceremony, ere long
We'll find Lisander, or we have ill-fortune.
Clean. Lock all the doors fast.
Mal. Though they all stood open,
My name writ on the door, they dare not enter. [Exeunt.
Enter Clarange, Fryar with a letter.
Clar. Turn'd Hermit?