SCENE V.

_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 clear'd: That the Duke sent him We told ye how impossible; he knows him not; That he is mad himself, and therefore fit To be your Prisoner, we dare swear against it.

_Seb._ Take heed Sir, be not madder than you would make him; Though he be rash, and suddain (which is all his wildness) Take heed ye wrong him not: he is a Gentleman, And so must be restor'd and clear'd in all points; The King shall be a Judge else.

_Cur._ 'Twas some trick That brought him hither: the boy, and letter conterfeit, Which shall appear, if ye dare now detain him.

_Mast._ I dare not Sir; nor will not: I believe 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 self had both attended him. How I have us'd him, let him speak.

_Seb._ Let's in, and visit him: Then to the holy Temple: there pay our duties, And so we'l take our leaves.

_Mast._ I'le wait upon you. [_Exeunt._