No doubt My secret shall remain a virgin for you! [_Goes out, smiling in scorn_.
_Lovel_ (_rising_).

For once you are mistaken in your man.
The deed you wot of shall forthwith be done, A bird let loose, a secret out of hand, Returns not back.

Why, then 'tis baby policy To menace him who hath it in his keeping.
I will go look for Gray; Then, northward ho! such tricks as we shall play Have not been seen, I think, in merry Sherwood, Since the days of Robin Hood, that archer good.
ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE .-- _An Apartment in Woodvil Hall_.
JOHN WOODVIL.

(_Alone_.) A weight of wine lies heavy on my head, The unconcocted follies of last night.
Now all those jovial fancies, and bright hopes, Children of wine, go off like dreams.
This sick vertigo here Preacheth of temperance, no sermon better.
These black thoughts, and dull melancholy, That stick like burrs to the brain, will they ne'er leave me?
Some men are full of choler, when they are drunk; Some brawl of matter foreign to themselves; And some, the most resolved fools of all, Have told their dearest secrets in their cups.
SCENE .-- _The Forest_.
SIR WALTER.SIMON.LOVEL.

GRAY.
_Lovel_.