And by what man, and lie close up to him,

For the bed’s narrow, and there outsleep the cockcrow. [She goes behind the curtain.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

They are gone, they are gone. The proud may lie by the proud.

SECOND MUSICIAN.

Though we were bidden to sing, cry nothing loud.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

They are gone, they are gone.

SECOND MUSICIAN.

Whispering were enough.