[Exeunt.
Enter King, Cardinal, Dessandro, Duke, Duchess, attendants.
King. The night begins to frown at our uncivil stay;
And Hymen's tapers do burn out apace:
Good night; you shall not stir a foot, Dessandro.
Duke. All the wishes of a bridal bed crown
your wishes and embraces!
Card. And all the blessings of true joy.
Duke. To bed, to bed! [Exeunt.
Enter De Loome, De Flame, and Cleara.
De L. You are as melancholy as [the] day, when sun sets:
I hope you do not doubt my promise?
De F. No.
De L. Ye sha' not: I'll not leave you, till the grant be yours.
Be confidant; and that's more than a courtier is bound
To by his oath. Sir, where are you? Why, you were
Living but e'en now; could speak—had sense, too:
Ha' you seen anything against nature or stomach?
Hum! sweetheart, has thy master any fits o' th' mother [To Cleara.
Or falling-sickness? Pretty knave! 'tis pity
This face was made for breeches.