_Har. Jun._ [_Within._] I'll bear you where your cries shall not be
heard.

_Isab._ [_As further off._] Succour, sweet heaven! oh succour me!


SCENE II.

_Enter_ HARMAN _Senior,_ FISCAL, VAN HERRING, BEAMONT, COLLINS,
_and_ JULIA.

_Beam._ You have led us here a fairy's round in the moonshine, to seek
a bridegroom in a wood, till we have lost the bride.

_Col._ I wonder what's become of her?

_Har. Sen._ Got together, got together, I warrant you, before this
time; you Englishmen are so hot, you cannot stay for ceremonies. A
good honest Dutchman would have been plying the glass all this while,
and drunk to the hopes of Hans in Kelder till 'twas bed-time.

_Beam._ Yes, and then have rolled into the sheets, and turned o' the
t'other side to snore, without so much as a parting blow; till about
midnight he would have wakened in a maze, and found first he was
married by putting forth a foot, and feeling a woman by him; and, it
may be, then, instead of kissing, desired yough Fro to hold his head.

_Col._ And by that night's work have given her a proof, what she might
expect for ever after.