Part 59

CECILIA (firmly).

No--no!

MARLOWE.

Wilt promise To see me for one "good night" ere you sleep?

CECILIA.

On my way home I will.

(She turns to look at him--then steps through the Window--Exit.)

MARLOWE.

Be sure--be sure!

(HEYWOOD and MIDDLETON approach.)

HEYWOOD.

Now, Marlowe!--you desert us!

MARLOWE.

Say not so;-- Or, saying so, add--that I have lost myself! Nay, but I have; yonder I go in the dark! (pointing after CECILIA)

Street Music.--JACCONOT, singing outside.

Ram out the link, boys; ho, boys! There's daylight in the sky! While the trenchers strew the floor, And the worn-out grey beards snore, Jolly throats continue dry! Ram out the link, boys, &c.

MIDDLETON.

What voice is that?

MARLOWE (through his teeth).

From one of the hells.

HEYWOOD.

The roystering singer approaches.

Enter JACCONOT, with a full tankard.

JACCONOT.

Ever awake and shining, my masters! and here am I, your twin lustre, always ready to herald and anoint your pleasures, like a true Master of the Revels. I ha' just stepped over the drawer's body, laid nose and heels together on the door-mat, asleep, and here's wherewith to continue the glory!

MIDDLETON.

We need not your help.

HEYWOOD.