SCENE III.
Reading edition
Enter Don John.
John. The civil order of this Town, Bologna, Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all Travellers, As a most safe retirement in all troubles; Beside the wholsome seat, and noble temper Of those minds that inhabit it, safely wise, And to all strangers vertuous; But I see My admiration has drawn night upon me, And longer to expect my friend may pull me Into suspicion of too late a stirrer, Which all good Governments are jealous of. I'll home, and think at liberty: yet certain, 'Tis not so far night as I thought; for see, A fair house yet stands open, yet all about it Are close, and no lights stirring, there may be foul play; I'le venture to look in: if there be knaves, I may do a good office. [Woman within. Within. Signieur? John. What? how is this? Within. Signieur Fabritio? John. I'le go nearer. Within. Fabritio? Joh. This is a womans tongue, here may be good done. Within. Who's there? Fabritio? John. I. Within. Where are ye? Joh. Here. Within. O come, for Heavens sake! Joh. I must see what this means.
Enter Woman with a Child.
Within. I have stay'd this long hour for you, make no noise, For things are in strange trouble: here, be secret, 'Tis worth your care; begon now; more eyes watch us, Than may be for our safeties. Joh. Hark ye? Within. Peace: good night. Joh. She is gone, and I am loaden; fortune for me; It weighs well, and it feels well; it may chance To be some pack of worth: byth' mass 'tis heavie; If it be Coyn or Jewels, 'tis worth welcom: I'le ne're refuse a fortune: I am confident 'Tis of no common price: now to my lodging: If it hit right, I'le bless this night. [Exit.