Hark, hark, it was the door,
Something comes this way, wondrous still and stealing
May be some walking spirit to affright me.
Ma. Oh heaven my fortune.
Fr. 'Tis her voice, stay.
Ma. Save me,
Bless me you better powers.
Fr. I am no devil.
Ma. Y'are little better to disturb me now.
Fr. My name is Hartlove.
Ma. Fye, fye, worthy friend.
Fye noble Sir.
Fr. I must talk farther with ye,
You know my fair affection.
Ma. So preserve it,
You know I am married now, for shame be civiller,
Not all the earth shall make me.