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] Bren. Why so, 'tis well. Fortune, I thank thee still.

I dare not call thee villain neither: 'twas

Plotted from the first, that's certain; it looks that way.

Hum!

Caught in a trap. Here's something yet to trust to.

This was the entry, these the stairs;

But whither afterwards?

He that is sure to perish on the land

May quit the nicety of card and compass;

And safe, to his discretion, put to sea:

He shall have my hand to't.

Rag. Look! by this light, 'tis day.

Ori. Not by this; by t'other 'tis indeed.

Rag. Thou art such another piece of temptation. My

lord raves by this time. A hundred to one, the sentinels

will discover us too: then I do pay for night-watch.

Ori. Fie upon thee! thou art as fearful as a young colt.

Bogglest at everything, fool? As if lovers had consider'd

hours! I'll peep in.

Rag. I am as weary of this wench as if I were married

to her. She hangs upon me like an ape upon a horse.

She's as common, too, as a barber's glass; conscienc'd, too,

like a dy-dapper!

Ori. There's nobody within: my lady sleeps this hour at

least.

Rag. Good, the devil's even with me: not be an honest

man neither. What course now?

1st Sol. Nay, sir, we shall order you now.

Bren. Dogs!

Fre. What tumult's this?—ha! Brennoralt! 'tis he

In spite of his disguise: what makes he here?

He's lost for ever, if he be discover'd;

How now, companions, why do you use my friend thus?