Scene IV Another Room in the House
Enter Delavil in a nightgown, and Wife in night attire.
Delavil.
A happy morning now betide you, lady,
To equal the content of a sweet night.
Wife.
It hath been to my wish, and your desire;
And this your coming by pretended love
Unto my sister Prue cuts off suspicion
Of any such converse ’twixt you and me.
Delavil.
It hath been wisely carried.
Wife.
One thing troubles me.
Delavil.
What’s that, my dearest?
Wife.
Why your friend Geraldine
Should on the sudden thus absent himself:
Has he had, think you, no intelligence
Of these our private meetings?
Delavil.
No, on my soul,
For therein hath my brain exceeded yours:
I, studying to engross you to myself,
Of his continued absence have been cause;
Yet he of your affection no way jealous,
Or of my friendship. How the plot was cast,
You at our better leisure shall partake:
The air grows cold, have care unto your health;
Suspicious eyes are o’er us, that yet sleep,
But with the dawn will open. Sweet, retire you
To your warm sheets; I now to fill my own,
That have this night been empty.
Wife.
You advise well:
Oh, might this kiss dwell ever on thy lips
In my remembrance!
Delavil.
Doubt it not, I pray,
Whilst day frights night, and night pursues the day.
Good-morrow.
[Exeunt.