Dor. Adieu, Sir.
Cle. I am troubl'd; these strange apparitions are
For the most part fatal.
Dor. This if told, will not
Find credit, the light breaks apace, let's lie down
And take some little rest, an hour or two,
Then do mine host's desire, and so return,
I do believe him.
Clean. So do I, to rest, Sir. [Exeunt.
Enter Calista, and Clarinda.
Cal. Clarinda?
Clarin. Madam.
Cal. Is the house well ordered?
The doors look'd to now in your Masters absence?
Your care, and diligence amongst the Servants?
Clarin. I am stirring, Madam.
Cal. So thou art, Clarinda,
More than thou ought'st I am sure, why dost thou blush?