wish; but I'll say nothing,
Till day discovers it. [_Aside_.] A door opens;
I hope it is some inn.

[_A door opens, at which a Servant appears_.

_Ang_. Friend, can you lodge us here?

_Serv_. Yes, friend, we can.

_Jul_. How shall we be disposed?

_Serv_. As nature would;
The gentleman and you: I have a rule,
That, when a man and woman ask for lodging,
They are ever husband and wife.

_Jul_. Rude and unmannered!

_Gons_. Sir, this lady must be lodged apart.

_Serv_. Then the two boys, that are good for nothing
But one another, they shall go together.

_Ang_. Lie with a man! sweet heaven defend me!

_Hip_. Alas, friend, I ever lie alone.

_Serv_. Then to save trouble, sir, because 'tis late,
One of the youths shall be disposed with you.

_Ang_. Who, I! not for the world.

_Hip_. Neither of us; for, though I would not lodge with you
Myself, I never can endure he should.

_Ang_. Why then, to end the difference, if you please.
I and that lady will be bed-fellows.

_Hip_. No, she and I will lodge together rather.

_Serv_. You are sweet youths indeed; not for the world
You would not lodge with men! none but the lady
Would serve your turn.

_Aug_. Alas, I had forgot I am a boy;
I am so lately one. [_Aside_.

_Serv_. Well, well; all shall be lodged apart.

_Gons_. to Hip. I did not think you harboured wanton
thoughts;
So young, so bad?

_Hip_. I can make no defence,
But must be shamed by my own innocence. [_Exeunt_.

ACT II.

SCENE I.--_A Chamber_.

[_Enter_ GONSALVO, HIPPOLITO, _and_ ANGELINA _as_ AMIDEO _at a
distance_.

_Gon_. Hippolito, what is this pretty youth,
That follows us?

_Hip_. I know not much of him:
Handsome you see, and of graceful fashion;
Of noble blood, he says, and I believe him;
But in some deep distress; he'll tell no more,
And I could cry for that, which he has told.
So much I pity him.

_Gon_. My pretty youth,
Would I could do thee any service.

_Ang_. Sir,
The greatest you can do me, is accepting mine.

_Hip_. How's this? methinks already I begin
To hate this boy, whom but even now I moaned,
You serve my master? Do you think I cannot
Perform all duties of a servant better,
And with more care, than you?

_Ang_. Better you may,
But never with more care:
Heaven, which is served with angels, yet admits
Poor man to pay his duty, and receives it.

_Hip_. Mark but, my lord, how ill behaved a youth,
How very ugly, what a dwarf he is.

_Ang_. My lo