Shall by my spels of reason[1713] vanish quite:

Away, and let me heare from thee to night.

Phil. To night! yes, that you shall: but harke ye, father; 440

Looke that you my sister waking keepe,

For Franke I sweare shall kisse her ere I sleepe.

Exeunt.

[Scene Fourth. The Court-yard of Master Gourseys House at Milton.]

Enter Franke and Boy.

Frank. I am very dry with walking ore the greene.—

Butler, some beere!—Sirra, call the butler.