Cres. And I mine.
Lope. I can eat no more, and will to bed.
Cres. Very good: so will I.
Lope. Good-night, good-night, to you all.
All. Good-night, sir.
Lope (aside). I’ll see to them.
[Exit.
Cres. (aside). I’ll shut the girls up, and then look after ’em. (Aloud.) Come, to bed. (To Juan) Holloa, lad, again! This is the way to thy room, is it not?
[Exeunt severally.