Gons.  All this is stranger yet.

Man.  Whate’er a brother’s power To-morrow can do for you, claim it boldly.

Gons.  I know not why you think yourselves my prisoners;
This lady’s freedom is a thing too precious
To be disposed by any but herself: 
But value this small service as you please,
Which you reward too prodigally, by
Permitting me to pay her more.

Jul.  Love from an outlaw? from a villain, love? 
If I have that power on thee, thou pretend’st,
Go and pursue thy mischiefs, but presume not
To follow me:—­Come, brother. [Ex.  Jul. and Man.

Gons.  Those foul names of outlaw and of villain
I never did deserve:  They raise my wonder. [Walks. 
Dull that I was, not to find this before! 
She took me for the captain of the robbers;
It must be so; I’ll tell her her mistake.

[Goes out hastily, and returns immediately.

She’s gone, she’s gone, and who or whence she is
I cannot tell; methinks, she should have left
A track so bright, I might have followed her;
Like setting suns, that vanish in a glory. 
O villain that I am!  O hated villain!

Enter HIPPOLITO again.

Hip.  I cannot suffer you to wrong yourself
So much; for, though I do not know your person,
Your actions are too fair, too noble, sir,
To merit that foul name.

Gons.  Pr’ythee, do not flatter me; I am a villain; That admirable lady said I was.

Hip.  I fear, you love her, sir.

Gons.  No, no, not love her: 
Love is the name of some more gentle passion;
Mine is a fury, grown up in a moment
To an extremity, and lasting in it;
An heap of powder set on fire, and burning
As long as any ordinary fuel.

Hip.  How could he love so soon? and yet, alas! 
What cause have I to ask that question,
Who loved him the first minute that I saw him? 
I cannot leave him thus, though I perceive
His heart engaged another way. [Aside.

Sir, can you have such pity on my youth, [To Him. 
On my forsaken and my helpless youth,
To take me to your service?

Gons.  Would’st thou serve
A madman? how can he take care of thee,
Whom fortune and his reason have abandoned? 
A man, that saw, and loved, and disobliged,
Is banished, and is mad, all in a moment.

Hip.  Yet you alone have title to my service;
You make me yours by your preserving me: 
And that’s the title heaven has to mankind.

Gons.  Pr’ythee, no more.

Hip.  I know your mistress too.

Gons.  Ha! dost thou know the person I adore?  Answer me quickly; speak, and I’ll receive thee:  Hast thou no tongue?

Hip.  Why did I say I knew her? 
All I can hope for, if I have my wish
To live with him, is but to be unhappy. [Aside.