_Enter Don_ John.
_John._ The civil order of this Town, _Bologna_,
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 minds that inhabit it, safely wise,
And to all strangers vertuous; But I see
My admiration has drawn night upon me,
And longer to expect my friend may pull me
Into suspicion of too late a stirrer,
Which all good Governments are jealous of.
I'll home, and think at liberty: yet certain,
'Tis not so far night as I thought; for see,
A fair house yet stands open, yet all about it
Are close, and no lights stirring, there may be foul play;
I'le venture to look in: if there be knaves,
I may do a good office. [_Woman within._
_Within._ Signieur?
_John._ What? how is this?
_Within._ Signieur _Fabritio_?
_John._ I'le go nearer.
_Within._ _Fabritio?_
_Joh._ This is a womans tongue, here may be good done.
_Within._ Who's there?
_Fabritio?_
_John._ I.
_Within._ Where are ye?
_Joh._ Here.
_Within._ O come, for Heavens sake!
_Joh._ I must see what this means.
_Enter Woman with a Child._
_Within._ I have stay'd this long hour for you, make no noise,
For things are in strange trouble: here, be secret,
'Tis worth your care; begon now; more eyes watch us,
Than may be for our safeties.
_Joh._ Hark ye?
_Within._ Peace: good night.
_Joh._ She is gone, and I am loaden; fortune for me;
It weighs well, and it feels well; it may chance
To be some pack of worth: byth' mass 'tis heavie;
If it be Coyn or Jewels, 'tis worth welcom:
I'le ne're refuse a fortune: I am confident
'Tis of no common price: now to my lodging:
If it hit right, I'le bless this night. [_Exit._