Do.—His appearance would betray all: I thus prevent it.
La. Nay, sweet hart, you sha'not leave me till I ha told
What a cruell Dreame I had. Methought a king
Of Blackamores was in love with me, and haveing
By flattering Courtship drawne me to his bed chamber,
With my consent or force swore to enjoy mee.
I knew not by what reasons to divert
The Ravisher, but told him that I heard
Thy voice, and bid him if he lov'd his life
Retire, for thou wouldst deere revenge my honour.
But he pursueing me, I cry'd out Murder!
At which sad noise methought I saw thee enter,
But, having nere a sword, I counselld thee
To strangle him with a Lute string, for which cruelty
Of mine, me thought he threw an Arrow at me,
Which, if thou hadst not wak'd me as thou didst,
Would as I slept with my strong feares ha killd me.
Ri. This was the King of Morocco: well, I'me glad I came to take away thy fright.
La. But, sweet, you left me with a resolution To hunt this morning. Have you done already?
Ri. The theeves prevented me. My Stable has been rob'd to night; two geldings And my roane Nagg are vanished.
La. How?
Ri. Nay, doe not thou vexe:
I have sent hue and cry that may oretake 'em.
But come, Ile leave thee to my glasse,
And visit Sir Francis now shees return'd.—
[Enter Dorothy.
How does our Noble guest?
Do. Hees pretty well: he has voided one stone since And now finds ease.