Gen. And asleep?
Sha. I think so.
Gen. And are you sure you will not tell him, Shalon?
Sha. Yes, very sure.
Gen. Then I am sure, I will.
Open, or I must force.
Sha. Pray ye stay, he is not,
Nor will not be this night. You may excuse it.
Gent. I knew he was gone about some womans labour.
As good a neighbor, though I say it, and as comfortable:
Many such more we need Shaloon. Alas, poor Lady,
Thou art like to lie cross-legg'd to night. Good Monsieur,
I will excuse your Master for this once, Sir,
Because sometimes I have lov'd a wench my self too.
Sha. 'Tis a good hearing, Sir.
Gent. But for your lye, Shaloon,
If I had you here, it should be no good hearing.
For your pate I would pummel.
Sha. A fair good night, Sir.