Just. The Cloister?
Wild. Such was my fancy, I do not say 'tis true,
Nor do I bid you be too confident.
Ju. Where are the keyes, the keyes I say.
Wild. I dream'd she had 'em to lock her self in.
Nur. What a devil do you mean?
Enter [Ser]vant.
Wild. No harm, good Nurse be patient.
Ser. They are not in the window, where they use to be.
Wild. What foolish dreams are these?
Ju. I am mad.