_Ge_. And I will hold it as a rich possession That she vouchsafes to be of my profession. _Sil_. Then, for a sign that no man here hath wrong, From hence lets all conduct her with a song. _The end of the First Act_. _Actus Secundus_. _Enter Ascanio, and Ioculo his Page_. _Asca_. Away, _Ioculo_. _Io_. Here, sir, at hand. _Asca. Ioculo_, where is she? _Io_. I know not. _Asca_. When went she? _Io_. I know not. _Asca_. Which way went she? _Io_. I know not. _Asca_. Where should I seeke her? _Io_. I know not. _Asca_. When shall I find her? _Io_. I know not. _Asca_. A vengeance take thee, slaue, what dost thou know? _Io_. Marry, sir, that I doo know. _Asca_. What, villiane? _Io_. And[102] you be so testie, go looke. What a coyles here with you? If we knew where she were what need we seeke her? I think you are a lunaticke: where were you when you should haue lookt after her? now you go crying vp and downe after your wench like a boy that had lost his horne booke. _Asca_. Ah, my sweet Boy! _Io_. Ah, my sweet maister! nay, I can giue you as good words as you can giue me; alls one for that. _Asca_. What canst thou giue me no reliefe? _Io_. Faith, sir, there comes not one morsel of comfort from my lips to sustaine that hungry mawe of your miserie: there is such a dearth at this time. God amend it! _Asca_. Ah, _Ioculo_, my brest is full of griefe, And yet my hope that only wants reliefe. _Io_. Your brest and my belly are in two contrary kaies; you walke to get stomacke to your meate, and I walke to get meate to my stomacke; your brest's full and my belli's emptie. If they chance to part in this case, God send them merry meeting,--that my belly be ful and your brest empty. _Asca_. Boy, for the loue that euer thou didst owe To thy deare master, poore _Ascanio_. Racke thy proou'd wits vnto the highest straine, To bring me backe _Eurymine_ againe. _Io_. Nay, master, if wit could do it I could tell you more; but if it euer be done the very legeritie[103] of the feete must do it; these ten nimble bones must do the deed. Ile trot like a little dog; theres not a bush so big as my beard, but Ile be peeping in it; theres not a coate[104] but Ile search every corner; if she be aboue, or beneath, ouer the ground or vnder, Ile finde her out. _Asca_. Stay, _Ioculo_; alas, it cannot be: If we should parte I loose both her and thee. The woods are wide; and, wandering thus about, Thou maist be lost and not my loue found out. _Io_. I pray thee let me goe. _Asca_. I pray thee stay. _Io_. I faith Ile runne. _Asca_. And doest not know which way. _Io_. Any way, alls one; Ile drawe drie foote;[105] if you send not to seeke her you may lye here long enough before she comes to seeke you. She little thinkes that you are hunting for her in these quarters.