_Pal_. I nowe spye a newe sanctuary, his armes, In which I may pursue security. My _Raphael_! _Raph_. My _Palestra_, art thou safe? Beefore I give due thankes to this good man, Which tyme shall paye in all pluralityes, Oh shewe mee but that monster of mankind And shame of men on whom to bee revendgd! _Mild_. The storme at sea was not more terrible Then this the land now threatens; againe undoone, Over and over wretched! _Clowne_. See the limbe Of his ould syre the Devill. _Raph_. Perjured slave! Perfidious, but that I abhore to take The hangman's office from him, this should open A doore by which thy black soule should fly out Unto assured damnation. _Tread_. Bee more patient; Proceede with him after a legal course, And bee not sweyde by fury. _Raph_. Well advys'd: What can thy false toonge pleide in thy excuse, Thou volume of all vyces? _Mild_. Why, what not? _Raph_. Is thy hart sear'd, thy browe made impudent, And all thy malefactions crownd[110] with lyes Against just testates and apparent truthes? When I had payde full ransom for this pryze, Why didst thou beare her hence? _Mild_. I did not doo't,-- These bee my witnes; have I borne her hence When I have brought her to thee? _Raph_. Thy bawdes rhethorick Shall not excuse thee thus. Frends guarde him safe. _Clowne_. We will see his fooles coate guarded,[111] ey and reguarded too from slipping out of our fingers. _Godf_.[112] Weel finde amongst us more then ... him; fower elbowes elbowe him off all sydes, gentlemen. It shall appeare beefore hee parts with us that hee hathe shewed him self no better then a coxcomb. _Tread_. Beleeve mee nowe, I do not blame my frende To fishe in trobled streames for such a pearle, Or digge in black mowled for so ritch a myne; But to redeeme a chast and inocent sowle Forthe from the fierye jawes of lust and hell, Exprest a most comended charitye. What second bewtyes that ... frend, That tremblinge flyes from his infectious ills To patronise her youth and inocence Beneathe that goode man's goodnes-- _Raph_. Alyke suffers With her in all distresses, lyke in years, In vertue, no way differing of our nation; Who knowes but neare all yee too? _Tread_. I feele somthinge Growinge on mee, I know not howe to style, Pitty or love, synce it hath tast of boathe. And sinne itt weare such parity in all thinges, Age, mindes, wrecks, bondadge, pursiutes, injuryes Shoold nowe bee separate; the one be freede The t'other left in durance, for the want And pious tender of so smalle a somme. I somwhat have in purpose. _Raph_. Dragge them boathe Before the magistrate. _Sarlab_. Mee? wherefore? why? _Godf_. As his abettor and ill counseller: One would have burnt the villadge, and the other Threatned to fyar the cloyster. _Raph_. Boathe acts capitall And worthy seveare censure. _Mild_. Though thou pleedst interest In waye of earnest in _Palestra_, yet Robb mee not quite, give me the tother backe, My only portion left me by the sea And stock to sett upp trade by.