Luc. I have slept my lord, already.
Bru. It was well done; and thou shall sleep again;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live
I will be good to thee. [Music and a song.
This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.—
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.