Vit. You 'll spin a fair thread, trust to 't.


Flam. But do you hear, I shall have you steal to her chamber about
midnight.


Cam. Do you think so? why look you, brother, because you shall not say
I 'll gull you, take the key, lock me into the chamber, and say you
shall be sure of me.


Flam. In troth I will; I 'll be your jailor once.


Cam. A pox on 't, as I am a Christian! tell me to-morrow how scurvily
she takes my unkind parting.


Flam. I will.


Cam. Didst thou not mark the jest of the silkworm?
Good-night; in faith, I will use this trick often.


Flam. Do, do, do. [Exit Camillo.
So, now you are safe. Ha, ha, ha, thou entanglest thyself in thine own