Val. Frank, you shall lye with me soon.
Fran. I thank my money.
Lan. His money shall lie with me, three in a Bed, Sir, will be too much this weather.
Val. Meet me at the Mermaid, and thou shalt see what things—
Lan. Trust to your self Sir.[Exeunt Fran. and Val.
Enter Fount. Bella. and Valentine.
Fount. O Valentine!
Val. How now, why do you look so?
Bella. The Widow's going, man.
Val. Why let her go, man.