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Scæne. 3.
Enter Don John.John.
The civill order of this Towne Bellonia
Makes it belov'd, and honour'd of all travellers,
As a most safe retirement in all troubles;
Beside the wholsome seat, and noble temper
Of those mindes that inhabit it, safely wise,
And to all strangers vertuous: But I see
My admiration has drawne night upon me,
And longer to expect my friend may pull me
Into suspition of too late a stirrer,
Which all good Governments are jealous of.
Ile home, and thinke at liberty: yet certaine,
'Tis not so farre night as I thought; for see,
A faire house yet stands open, yet all about it
Are close, and no lights stirring: there may be foule play:
Ile venture to look in: if there be knaves,
I may doe a good office.
(Woman within.
Within.
Signieur?
John.
What? how is this?
[Woman]
Within.
Signieur Fabritio?
John.
Ile goe nearer.
[Woman]
Within.
Fabritio?
Joh.
This is a womans tongue, here may be good done.
[Woman]
Within.
Who's there?
Fabritio?
Joh.
I.
[Woman]
Within.
Where are ye?
Joh.
Here.
[Woman]
Within.
O come, for heavens sake!
Joh.
I must see what this meanes,
Enter Woman with a childe.
[Woman]
Within.
I have stay'd this long houre for you, make no noise,
For things are in strange trouble: here, be secret,
'Tis worth your care; begone now; more eyes watch us,
Then may be for our safeties.
Joh.
Harke ye?
[Woman]
Within.
Peace: good night.
Joh.
She is gone, and I am loaden; fortune for me;
It weighes well, and it feeles well; it may chance
To be some pack of worth: by th'masse 'tis heavie;
If it be Coyne or Jewels, 'tis worth welcome:
Ile ne're refuse a fortune: I am confident
'Tis of no common price: now to my lodging:
If it hit right, Ile blesse this night.
Exit.
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