_Thra_. Yes.

_Di_. 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him!

_Pha_. Ladies all good rest; I mean to kill a Buck
To morrow morning, ere y'ave done your dreams.

_Meg_. All happiness attend your Grace, Gentlemen good rest,
Come shall we to bed?

_Gal_. Yes, all good night.

[_Ex_. Gal. _and _Meg.

_Di_. May your dreams be true to you;
What shall we do Gallants? 'Tis late, the King
Is up still, see, he comes, a Guard along
With him.

[_Enter _King, Arethusa _and _Guard.

_King_. Look your intelligence be true.

_Are_. Upon my life it is: and I do hope,
Your Highness will not tye me to a man,
That in the heat of wooing throws me off,
And takes another.

_Di_. What should this mean?