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Enter Ferdinando fighting with 3 or 4 Rogues.
Fer.
Nay, stay Villains, run from one man!
Enter 2 more, and sieze him behind.
1.
Are you so stout, Sir? Come, we can tame yee:
Fer.
Unhand me, Rogues;
Is it my Purse ye want? take it,
And be gone.
2 Rogue.
We thank yee for nothing;
You give us what yee cannot keep.
Fer.
What then? is it my Life?
Who set ye on to do this mischief?
3 Rogue.
No, that wee'l spare, if you'l be quiet:
Come, bind him, Fellows.
Fer.
I must submit to what I cannot help.
[they bind him.
2 Rogue.
To tell you true, we're men condemn'd
Unto the Gallies, Sir;
But lately we have slipt our Chain,
And are in danger of the Hermandad,
Whose Officers are all in quest of us:
Having not wherewithal to carry us any whither,
We have pitch'd upon this Course
Till we can better provide for our safeties.
3 Rogue.
Come, Sir, you must with us to our private
Retreat; and if Fortune favour us, we hope
This night to bring yee Company.
1 Rogue.
Yes truly, Signior; for we are resolv'd
To stop all Comers and Goers till morning.
Fer.
You'l use me civilly, I hope;
It shall be worth ye more
Then what you otherways can get;
And if in the morning you will let me go,
I'le pay a better Ransome then what I bear
About me.
2 Rogue.
Yes, who shall be so bold to fetch it?
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Why, you or any man; I will engage my
Honour for your safety.
1 Rogue.
Come, Sir, wee'l talk of that within.
Fer.
This I deserve for my disloyalty:
There's none of these yet half so bad as I.
[Exeunt.
Enter Quintagona, Miranda.
Quin.
What say you now, Lady?
Ah, wo is me, I am undone, undone for ever!
[weeps.
Mir.
So have I seen Rain trickle through an old
Crackt ceiling; Alas, poor Nurse!
Quin.
I, I, is this all your Care for your Sister?
Mir.
Why, I warrant you she's in a better place,
And better Company.
Quin.
Marry, God forbid; what, dead!
Mir.
No, no, I mean in a place and company
Of her own chusing.
Quin.
Ay me, here's my Master!
[Bell rings.
Mir.
See, Nurse, see, I'le not stay the first Brunt.
Quin.
No, no, stay, Madam, it is
[Qui. peeps through the door.
Signior Felices.
[Enter Felices.
Mir.
Oh you are welcome, Sir;
We're all undone here, my Sister's lost.
Feli.
Lost! how so? you jest sure.
Quin.
Nay, nay, 'tis too true;
I'le be hang'd if some Fellow has not
A finger in the Pye.
Feli.
What Pye? what finger, goody Quintelin?
Quin.
Why, your sweet Brother:
S'flesh, a look'd like an honest man.
Feli.
Why, do you know him to be otherwise,
Old mouldy-Chops.
Quin.
What if I do, or do not, I may say
My pleasure, I hope, for all you?
Nay, faith, I dare swear you stand much
Upon your honest reputation too.
Mir.
Nay, fye, Nurse, fye, is this the way
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Quin.
My business! I'de rather
Never have my business done whil'st I breathe
Then be beholding to such spindle-shanks.
Fel.
Ha, ha, ha.
Quin.
I, I, you had need laugh,
But I hope my Master will not be fob'd so.
Fel.
Your Master?
Pray, young Mistriss, what do's this woman mean?
Mir.
Why truly, Sir, my sister is gone,
And (she suspects) with your Brother.
Fel.
My Brother! Ha;
Why should they do that by stealth
Which I know your Brother would not
Have disallowed of; for none can doubt
The brightness of her honour, nor (I hope)
His honesty.
Mir.
Nay, truly, Sir, I know nothing.
Fel.
I have something in my head—
As soon as I hear any thing,
I'le come and bring you tidings.
Mir.
You oblige me, Sir, extreamly.
Fel.
Mistriss, I kiss your hands,
Adieu Lots wife—I like not this.
[Exit.
Mir.
Come, stop the source of those most Orient Pearls.
Quin.
Well, well, you shall see when your Brother comes home,
What Orient words hee'll give us all.
[Exeunt.
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