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So rich, so gay, so poignant is his wit,
Time vanishes before him as he speaks,
And ruddy morning thro' the lattice peeps
Ere night seems well begun.

De Mon.How is he call'd?

Freb. I will surprise thee with a welcome face:
I will not tell thee now.

Lady to Mon. I have, my Lord, a small request to make,
And must not be denied. I too may boast
Of some good friends, and beauteous country-women:
To-morrow night I open wide my doors
To all the fair and gay; beneath my roof
Musick, and dance, and revelry shall reign.
I pray you come and grace it with your presence.

De Mon. You honour me too much to be denied.

Lady. I thank you, Sir; and in return for this,
We shall withdraw, and leave you to repose.

Freb. Must it be so? Good night—sweet sleep to thee. (To De Monfort.)

De Mon. to Freb. Good night.(To Lady.) Good-night, fair Lady.

Lady.Farewel!
[Exeunt Freberg and Lady.]

De Mon. to Jer. I thought Count Freberg had been now in France.

Jer. He meant to go, as I have been inform'd.

De Mon. Well, well, prepare my bed; I will to rest.
[Exit Jerome.