Ri. Sweet heart, Madam, wake!
La. Whoes that?
Ri. Tis I.
La. Sir Richard? Oh you have delivered me From such a dreame I quake to thinke upon't.
Ri. I must confesse you frighted me at first.
Enter Dorothy.
Do.—My Master come back? if he had found the [sic] Sir Francis here!
Ri. How now? art thou frighted too?
Do. Frighted, quoth a! Oh, Madam, the key of the Closet quickly. I must have some Cordiall water for Sir Francis; I feare this fitt will kill him.
La. Alas, good gentleman! make hast.