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Scæna quinta.
Enter Master, Seberto: Curio.Cur.
We have told ye what he is: what time we have sought him:
His nature, and his name: the seeming Boy too,
Ye had here, how, and what by your own relation,
All circumstances we have cleer'd: That the Duke sent him
We told ye how impossible; he knowes him not;
That he is mad himselfe, and therefore fit
To be your Prisoner, we dare swear against it.
Seb.
Take heed Sir, be not madder then you would make him;
Though he be rash, and suddain (which is all his wildenes)
Take heed ye wrong him not: he is a Gentleman,
And so must be restor'd and cleer'd in all points;
The King shall be a Judge else.
Cur.
'Twas some trick
That brought him hither: the Boy, and letter counterfeit,
Which shall appear, if ye dare now detain him.
Mast.
I dare not Sir; nor will not: I beleeve ye,
And will restore him up: had I known sooner
H'ad been a neighbour, and the man you speak him,
(Though as I live, he carried a wild seeming)
My Service, and my selfe had both attended him
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Seb.
Let's in, and visit him:
Then to the holy Temple: there pay our duties,
And so wee'le take our leaves.
Mast.
I'le waite upon ye.
Exeunt.
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