Arn.  Pray take your pleasure Sir, And so we’l take our leaves.

Zen.  We are determined, Dye, before yield.

Arn.  Honour, and a fair grave.

Zen.  Before a lustful Bed, so for our fortunes.

Rut. Du cat awhee, good Count, cry, prethee cry, O what a wench hast thou lost! cry you great booby. [Exe.

Enter Charino.

Clod.  And is she gone then, am I dishonoured thus, Cozened and baffl’d? my Guard there, no man answer?  My Guard I say, sirrah you knew of this plot; Where are my Guard?  I’le have your life you villain, You politick old Thief.

Char.  Heaven send her far enough,

Enter Guard.

And let me pay the ransom.

Guard.  Did your honour call us?

Clod.  Post every way, and presently recover The two strange Gentlemen, and the fair Lady.

Guard.  This day was Married Sir?

Clod.  The same.

Guard.  We saw ’em.  Making with all main speed to th’ Port.

Clod.  Away villains. [Exit Guard.  Recover her, or I shall dye; deal truly, Didst not thou know?

Char.  By all that’s good I did not.  If your honour mean their flight, to say I grieve for that, Will be to lye; you may handle me as you please.

Clod.  Be sure, with all the cruelty, with all the rigor, For thou hast rob’d me villain of a treasure.

Enter Guard.

How now?

Guard.  They’re all aboard, a Bark rode ready for ’em, And now are under Sail, and past recovery.

Clod.  Rig me a Ship with all the speed that may be, I will not lose her:  thou her most false Father, Shalt go along; and if I miss her, hear me, A whole day will I study to destroy thee.

Char.  I shall be joyful of it; and so you’l find me.

[Exeunt omnes.

Actus Secundus.  Scena Prima.

Enter Manuel du Sosa, and Guiomar.

Man.  I Hear and see too much of him, and that
Compels me Madam, though unwillingly,
To wish I had no Uncles part in him,
And much I fear, the comfort of a Son
You will not long enjoy.

Gui.  ’Tis not my fault,
And therefore from his guilt my innocence
Cannot be tainted, since his Fathers death,
(Peace to his soul) a Mothers prayers and care
Were never wanting, in his education. 
His Child-hood I pass o’re, as being brought up
Under my wing; and growing ripe for study,
I overcame the tenderness, and joy
I had to look upon him, and provided
The choicest Masters, and of greatest name
Of Salamanca, in all liberal Arts.

Man.  To train his youth up.  I must witness that.

Gui.  How there he prospered to the admiration
Of all that knew him, for a general Scholar,
Being one of note, before he was a man,
Is still remembred in that Academy,
From thence I sent him to the Emperours Court,
Attended like his Fathers Son, and there
Maintain’d him, in such bravery and height,
As did become a Courtier.