Evan. That shall be my care,
Goodness rest with your Grace.
Queen. Be lusty Lord, and take your Lady to ye,
And that power that shall part ye be unhappy.
Val. Sweet rest unto ye, to ye all sweet Ladies;
Tony good night.
Tony. Shall not the fool stay with thee?
Queen. Come away Sirrah. [Exeunt Queen, Ladies.
Tony. How the fool is sought for! sweet Malt is made of easie fire,
A hasty horse will quickly tire, a sudden leaper sticks i'th' mire,
Phlebotomy and the word lye nigher, take heed of friend I thee require;
This from an Almanack I stole, and learn[t] this Lesson from a fool.
Good night my Bird. [Exit Tony.
Evan. Good night wise Master Tony;
Will ye to bed my Lord? Come, let me help ye.
Val. To bed Evanthe, art thou sleepy?
Evant. No, I shall be worse if you look sad upon me,
Pray ye let's to bed.
Val. I am not well my love.