SCENE III.

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

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,

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.

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.