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Scæna Tertia.

Enter Seberto, and Curio.
Seb.
'Tis strange, in all the circuit we have ridden,
We cannot crosse her: no way light upon her:

Cur.
I doe not think she is gone thus far, or this way,
For certain if she had, we should have reach'd her
Made some discovery: heard some news; we have seen nothing.

Seb.
Nor passe by any body that could promise anything.
She is certainly disguis'd, her modesty
Durst never venture else.

Cur.
Let her take any shape,
And let me see it once, I can distinguish it.

Seb.
So should I think too: has not her father found her?

Cur.
No, i'le be hang'd then; he has no patience
Unlesse she light in's teeth, to looke about him.
He guesses now, and chafes and frets like Tinsell.

Seb.
Let him goe on, he cannot live without it.
But keep her from him, heaven: where are we Curio?

Cur.
In a wood I think, hang me if I know else.
And yet I have ridden all these Coasts, at all houres,
And had and aime.

Seb.
I would we had a guid,

Cur.
And if I be not much awry Seberto,
Not far off should be Rodorigo's quarter,
For in this Fastwes if I be not cozen'd,
He and his Out-laws live.

Seb.
This is the place then
Enter Alinda.
We appointed him to meet in.

Cur.
Yes, I thinke so:

Seb.
Would we could meet some living thing: what's that there?

Cur.
A Boy, I think, stay; why may not he direct us.

Alin.
I am hungry, and I am weary, and I cannot find him.
Keep my wits heaven, I feele 'em wavering,
O God my head.

Seb.
Boy, dost thou heare, thou stripling?

Alin.
Now they will teare me, torture me, now Roderigo
Will hang him without mercy; ha:

Cur.
Come hither.
A very pretty Boy: what place is this, child?
And whether dost thou travell? how he stares!
Some stubborn Master has abu'd the Boy,
And beaten him: how he complaines! whether goest thou?

Alin.
I goe to Segonia Sir, to my sick Mother,
I have been taken here by drunken theeves,
And (O my bones;) I have been beaten Sir.
Mis-us'd, & rob'd: extreamly beaten Gentlemen,
O God, my side!

Seb.
What beasts would use a Boy thus?
Look up, and be of good cheer:

Alin.
O, I cannot.
My back, my back, my back.

Cur.
What theeves?

Alin.
I know not.
But they call the Captaine Roderigo.

Cur.
Look ye,
I know we were there abouts;

Seb.
Do'st thou want any thing?

Alin.
Nothing but ease, but ease, Sir.

Cur.
There's some mony,
And get thee to thy Mother.

Alin.
I thank ye Gentlemen:

Seb.
This was extreamely foule, to vex a Child thus.
Come, let's along, we cannot loose our way now.

Ex.
Alin.
Though ye are honest men, I feare your fingers,
And glad I am got off; O how I tremble!
Send me but once within his armes dear Fortune,
And then come all the world: what shall I do now?
'Tis almost night again, and where to lodge me,
Enter Iuletta.
Or get me meat, or any thing, I know not.
These wild woods, and the fancies I have in me,
Will run me mad.

Iul.
Boy, Boy:

Alin.
More set to take me?

Iul.
Do'st thou heare Boy; thou pointer.

Alin.
'Tis a Boy too,
A Lacky Boy: I need not feare his feircenesse.

Jul.
Canst thou beat a Drum?

Alin.
A Drum?

Iul.
This thing, a drum here.
Didst thou never see a Drum: Canst thou make this grumble?

Alin.
Iulettas face, and tongue; Is she run mad too?
Here may be double craft: I have no skill in't.

Iul.
I'le give thee a Royall but to goe along with me.

Alin.
I care not for thy Royall, I have other businesse,
Drum to thy selfe, and daunce to it.

Iul.
Sirha, Sirha.
Thou scurvy Sitha; thou snotty-nos'd scab, do'st thou heare me?
If I lay downe my Drum.

Enter Rodorigo, and two Outlaw.
Alin.
Here comes more Company,
I feare a plot, heaven send me fairely from it.

Exit.
Iul.
Basto; who's here?

Lop.
Captain, do you need me Father?

Rod.
No not a foot: give me the gowne: the sword now.

Iul.
This is the devill theef, and if he take me,
Woe be to my Gally-gaskins.

Lop.
Certaine Sir,
She will take her patches of, and change her habit.

Rod.
Let her do what she please: No, no Alinda
You cannot cozen me againe in a Boyes figure,
Nor hide the beauty of that face in patches,
But I shall know it.

Iul.
A Boy his face in patches?

Rod.
Nor shall your tongue againe bewitch mine Anger,
If she be found ith' woods, send me word presently,
And i'le returne; she cannot be farre gone yet,
If she be not, expect me, when ye see me,
Use all your service to my friend Alphonso,
And have a care to your businesse: farewell,
No more, farewell.

Exeunt.
Iul.
I am heartily glad thou art gone yet.
This Boy in patches, was the Boy came by me,
The very same, how hastily it shifted?
What a mopp'-eyed asse was I, I could not know her,
This must be she, this is she, now I remember her,
How loth she was to talk too, how she fear'd me?
I could now pisse mine eyes out for meer anger:
I'le follow her, but who shall vex her father then?
One flurt at him, and then I am for the voyage,
If I can crosse the Captain too: Come Tabor.

Exit.