midnight
And he looked on him with great love . ``` I do my best in my station . '' Sir John strokes his beard again and rolls forth his deep drumming Justice 's voice thus : -- `` But -- suffer me ! -- you two lads , on some midnight frolic into which I probe not , roystering around the taverns , surprise Master Collins at his '' -- he thinks a moment -- `` at his good deeds done by stealth . Ye surprise him , I say , cruelly . '' ``` Truth , Sir John . If you had seen him run ! ''