Dor. Now? no indeed, Francis.
It shall be soon at night, when your lord's come home.
Fran. Then! how is it possible?
Dor. Possible! women can make any of these things possible, Francis: now many casualties may cross us; but soon at night my lord, I'm sure, will be so sleepy, what with his journey and deep healths for the duke's return, that before he goes to bed (as he uses still when he has been hard a-drinking) he will sleep upon the bed in's clothes so sound, bells, would not wake him, rung in the chamber.
Fran. The cuckold slumbers; and though his wife hit him o' th' forehead with her heel, he dreams of no such matter.
Dor. Now Pambo, that makes him merry in his chamber, shall, when the candle's out and he asleep, bring you into the chamber.
Fran. But will he be secret?
Dor. Will he, good soul! I am not to try him now.
Fran. 'Sfoot, this is brave,
My kind lord's fool is my cunning lady's knave.
But, pray, how then?
Dor. When you are in at door on right before you, you shall feel the bed; give me but softly a touch, I'll rise, and follow you into the next chamber: but truly, and you do not use me kindly, I shall cry out and spoil all.
Fran. Use you kindly! was lady e'er used cruelly i' th' dark? Do you but prepare Pambo and your maid: let me alone with her mistress. About eleven I desire to be expected.