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Scæna prima.
Enter Roderigo, Iaques, Loper, and three Out-Lawes.Rod.
None of you know her?
Iaq.
Alas Sir, we never saw her:
Nor ever heard of her, but from your report.
Rod.
No happy eye?
Lop.
I doe not think 'tis she, Sir,
Me thinks a woman dares not.
Rod.
Thou speak'st poorely,
What dares not woman, when she is provok'd?
Or what seemes dangerous to Love, or fury?
That it is she, this has confirm'd me certain,
These Jewels here, a part of which I sent her,
And though unwilling, yet her Father wrought her
To take, and weare.
Lop.
A wench, and we not know it?
And among us? where were our understandings?
I could have ghess'd unhappily: have had some feeling
In such a matter: Here are as pretty fellowes,
At the discovery of such a Jigambob:
A handsome wench too? sure we have lost our faculties,
We have no motions: what should she doe here, Sir?
Rod.
That's it that troubles me: O that base Rascall!
There lies the misery: how cunningly she quit him,
And how she urg'd? had ye been constant to me,
I ne're had suffer'd this.
1. Outl.
Ye might have hang'd him:
And would he had been hang'd; that's all we care for't:
So our hands had not don't.
Rod.
She is gone again too,
And what care have ye for that? gone, and contemn'd me;
Master'd my will, and power, and now laughs at me.
Lop.
The devill that brought her hither, Sir I thinke
Has carryed her back again invisible,
For we ne're knew, nor heard of her departure.
Iaq.
No living thing came this night through our watches
She went with you:
Rod.
Was by me till I slept,
But when I wak'd, and call'd: O my dull pate here,
If I had open'd this when it was given me,
This Roguy Box.
Enter Alphonso, and 2 Outlaw.
Lop.
We could but give it ye.
Rod.
Pilgrime? a Pox O Pilgrimes there the game goes,
There's all my fortune fled; I know it, I feele it.
Al.
Bring me unto thy Captain: where's thy Captain?
I am founder'd, melted, some fairy thing or other
Has led me dauncing; the devill has haunted me
Ith' likenesse of a voyce: give me thy Captaine.
2. Outl.
He's here Sir, there he stands.
Al.
How do'st thou Captain?
I have been fool'd and jaded, made a dogge bolt.
My daughters runne away: I have been haunted too,
I have lost my horse; I am hungry, & out of my wits also.
Rod.
Come in; I'le tell you what I know: strange things
And take your ease; I'le follow her recovery,
These shall be yours the whil'st, and do ye service.
Al.
Let me have drinke enough: I am almost choak'd too.
Rod.
You shall have any thing; what think you now, Souldiers?
Jaq.
I think a woman, is a woman that's any thing.
The next we take, we'l search a little neerer,
We'l not be boyed again with a paire of breeches.
Exeunt.
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