SCENE III.

_Enter_ Seberto, _and_ Curio.

_Seb._ 'Tis strange, in all the circuit we have ridden, We cannot cross her: no way light upon her.

_Cur._ I do 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 pass by any body that could promise any thing. 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 Unless she light in's teeth, to look about him. He guesses now, and chafes and frets like Tinsel.

_Seb._ Let him go 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 hours, And had an aim.

_Seb._ I would we had a guide.

_Cur._ And if I be not much awry _Seberto_, Not far off should be _Roderigo's_ quarter, For in this fastness 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 think 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 feel 'em wavering, O God my head.

_Seb._ Boy, dost thou hear, thou stripling?

_Alin._ Now they will tear me, torture me, now _Roderigo_ Will hang [him] without mercy; ha?

_Cur._ Come hither. A very pretty boy: what place is this, child? And whither dost thou travel? how he stares! Some stubborn Master has abus'd the boy, And beaten him: how he complains! whither goest thou?

_Alin._ I go to _Segovia_ Sir, to my sick Mother, I have been taken here by drunken thieves, And (O my bones!) I have been beaten Sir. Mis-us'd, and 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 thieves?

_Alin._ I know not. But they call the Captain _Roderigo_.

_Cur._ Look ye, I knew we were thereabouts.

_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 extreamly foul, to vex a child thus. Come, let's along, we cannot lose our way now. [_Ex._

_Alin._ Though ye are honest men, I fear your fingers, And glad I am got off; O how I tremble! Send me but once within his arms dear fortune, And then come all the world: what shall I do now? 'Tis almost night again, and where to lodge me,

_Enter_ Juletta.

Or get me meat, or any thing, I [k]now not. These wild woods, and the fancies I have in me, Will run me mad.

_Jul._ Boy, Boy.

_Alin._ More set to take me?

_Jul._ Do'st thou hear boy? thou pointer.

_Alin._ 'Tis a boy too, A Lacky Boy: I need not fear his fierceness.

_Jul._ Canst thou beat a Drum?

_Alin._ A Drum?

_Jul._ This thing, a Drum here. Didst thou never see a Drum? Canst thou make this grumble?

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

_Jul._ I'le give thee a royal but to go along with me.

_Alin._ I care not for thy royal, I have other business, Drum to thy self, and daunce to it.

_Jul._ Sirrah, Sirrah. Thou scurvy Sirrah; thou snotty-nos'd scab, do'st thou hear me? If I lay down my Drum.

_Enter_ Roderigo, _and two Out-laws_.

_Alin._ Here comes more Company, I fear a plot, Heaven send me fairly from it. [_Exit._

_Jul._ Basto; who's here?

_Lop._ Captain, do you need me farther?

_Rod._ No not a foot: give me the gown: the sword now.

_Jul._ This is the Devil thief, and if he take me, Woe be to my Gally gaskins.

_Lop._ Certain Sir, She will take her patches off, and change her habit.

_Rod._ Let her do what she please: No, no _Alinda_ You cannot cozen me again in a Boys figure, Nor hide the beauty of that face in patches, But I shall know it.

_Jul._ A boy his face in patches?

_Rod._ Nor shall your tongue again bewitch mine anger, If she be found i'th' woods, send me word presently, And I'le return; she cannot be far 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 business: farewel, No more, farewel. [_Exeunt._

_Jul._ 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 mop-eyed ass 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 piss 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 cross the Captain too: Come Tabor. [_Exit._