SCENE V.

_Enter_ Pedro, _and a Gentleman_.

_Gent._ Ye are a stranger, Sir, and for humanity, Being come within our walls, I would shew you something. Ye have seen the Castle?

_Ped._ Yes Sir, 'tis a strong one, And well maintain'd.

_Gent._ Why are you still thus sad, Sir? How do ye like the walks?

_Ped._ They are very pleasant; Your Town stands cool and sweet.

_Gent._ But that I would not Affect you with more sadness, I could shew ye A place worth view.

_Ped._ Shows seldom alter me, Sir; Pray ye speak it, and then shew it.

_Gent._ 'Tis a house here Where people of all sorts, that have been visited With Lunacies, and Follies wait their cures, There's fancies of a thousand stamps and fashions, Like flies in several shapes buz round about ye, And twice as many gestures; some of pity, That it would make ye melt to see their passions: And some as light again, that would content ye. But I see, Sir, your temper is too modest, Too much inclin'd to contemplation, To meet with these?

_Ped._ You could not please me better; And I beseech you, Sir, do me the honour To let me wait upon ye.

_Gent._ Since ye are willing, To me it shall be a pleasure to conduct ye.

_Ped._ I never had such a mind yet to see misery. [_Exe._