n set me on his knee,
Then give me sweetmeats, call me pretty boy,
And ask me what the maids talk'd of at nights.

_Pol._ Run quickly then, and prosp'rous be thy wishes.
Here I'm alone, and fit for mischief. [_exit Page._
I heard the sign she order'd him to give.
"Just three soft strokes against the chamber door;
But speak not the least word, for, if you should,
It's surely heard, and we are both betray'd."
Blest heav'ns, assist me but in this dear hour,
And, my kind stars, be but propitious now,
Dispose of me hereafter as you please.
Monimia! Monimia! [_gives the sign._

_Flo._ [_At the window._] Who's there?

_Pol._ 'Tis I.

_Flo._ My lord Castalio?

_Pol._ The same.
How does my love, my dear Monimia?

_Flo._ Oh!
She wonders much at your unkind delay;
You've staid so long, that at each little noise
The wind but makes, she asks if you are coming.

_Pol._ Tell her I'm here, and let the door be open'd.
[_Florella withdraws._

Now boast, Castalio, triumph now, and tell
Thyself strange stories of a promis'd bliss! [_exit._

_Re-enter Castalio and Page._

_Page._ Indeed, my lord, 'twill be a lovely morning:
Pray, let us hunt.

_Cas._ Go, you're an idle prattler:
I'll stay at home to-morrow; if your lord
Thinks fit, he may command my hounds. Go, leave me:
I must to bed.

_Page._ I'll wait upon your lordship,
If you think fit, and sing you to repose.

_Cas._ No, my kind boy.
Good night: commend me to my brother.

_Page._ Oh!
You never heard the last new song I learn'd;
It is the finest, prettiest, song indeed,
Of my lord and my lady, you know who, that were caught
Together, you know where. My lord, indeed it is.

_Cas._ You must be whipp'd, youngster, if you get such songs as those are.
What means this boy's impertinence to-night? [_aside._

_Page._ Why, what must I sing, pray, my dear lord?

_Cas._ Psalms, child, psalms.

_Page._ O dear me! boys that go to school learn psalms;
But pages, that are better bred, sing lampoons.

_Cas._ Well, leave me; I'm weary.

_Page._ Indeed, my lord, I can't abide to leave you.

_Cas._ Why, wert thou instructed to attend me?

_Page._ No, no, indeed, my lord, I was not.
But I know what I know.

_Cas._ What dost thou know?----'Sdeath! what can all this mean? [_aside._

_Page._ Oh! I know who loves somebody.

_Cas._ What's that to me, boy?

_Page._ Nay, I know who loves you too.

_Cas._ Th