Queen. My wench, I thank thee heartily,
For learning how to use thy few hours handsomly,
They will be years I hope; off with your Gown now,
Lay down the bed there!
Tony. Shall I get into it and warm it for thee? a fools fire is a fine thing,
And I'le so buss thee.
Queen. I'le have ye whipt ye Rascal.
Tony. That will provoke me more, I'le talk with thy husband,
He's a wise man I hope.
Evan. Good night dear Madam,
Ladies, no further service, I am well,
I do beseech your grace to give us this leave,
My Lord and I to one another freely,
And privately, may do all other Ceremonies,
Women and Page we'l be to one another,
And trouble you no farther.
Tony. Art thou a wise man?
Val. I cannot tell thee Tony, ask my neighbours.
Tony. If thou beest so, go lye with me to night,
The old fool will lye quieter than the young one,
And give thee more sleep, thou wilt look to morrow else
Worse than the prodigal fool the Ballad speaks of,
That was squeez'd through a horn.
Val. I shall take thy counsel.
Queen. Why then good night, good night my best Evanthe,
My worthy maid, and as that name shall vanish,
A worthy wife, a long and happy; follow Sirrah.