Di. Serves he the Princess?
Thra. Yes.
Di. 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him!
Pha. Ladies all good rest; I mean to kill a Buck
To morrow morning, ere y'ave done your dreams.
Meg. All happiness attend your Grace, Gentlemen good rest,
Come shall we to bed?
Gal. Yes, all good night.
[Ex. Gal. _and _Meg.
Di. May your dreams be true to you;
What shall we do Gallants? 'Tis late, the King
Is up still, see, he comes, a Guard along
With him.
[_Enter _King, Arethusa _and _Guard.
King. Look your intelligence be true.