Actus Secundus.
Enter Tom. Lurch, and his Boy.
Lur. WHat hast thou done?
Boy. I have walked through all the lodgings.
A silence as if death dwelt there inhabits.
Lur. What hast thou seen?
Boy. Nought but a sad confusion
Every thing left in such a loose disorder
That were there twenty theeves, they would be laden.
Lu. 'Tis very well, I like thy care, but 'tis strange
A wedding night should be so solitary.
Boy. Certainly there is some cause, some death or sickness
Is faln suddenly upon some friend,
Or some strange news is come.
Lu. Are they all a bed?
Boy. I think so, and sound asleep, unless it be
Some women that keep watch in a low parlor,
And drink, and weep, I know not to what end.