_Alph._ She always kept that Key; I was a Coxcomb, A Fool, an Ass, to give a Girl that liberty; Saddle my Horses, Rogues, ye drunken Varlets, Your precious diligence lies in Pint-pots, Your Brains in Butts, my Horses, ye pin-Buttocks. You'll bear me Company? _Seb._ We dare not leave ye, Unless we found a quieter soul within ye. _Cur._ If we may do the Lady any service, Sweet, gentle Soul. _Alph._ I say again, my horses, Are ye so hot? have ye your private Pilgrimages? Must ye be jumping, Joan? I'll wander with ye; I'll jump ye, and I'll juggle ye, my horses; And keep me this young Lirry-poop within doors, I will discover, Dame. _Jul._ 'Tis fit you should, Sir, If ye knew what; well Love, if thou beest with her, Or what power else that arms her resolution, Conduct her fair, and keep her from this mad-man, Direct her to her wishes; dwell about her, That no dishonourable end o'rtake her, Danger, or want; and let me try my fortune. _Alph._ You know the place we meet in? _Seb._ We shall hit it. _Alph._ And as ye are honest Gentlemen, endeavour. _Cur._ We'l search the best we can; if she light in our hands. _Alph._ I'll tye her to the horse-tail. _Seb._ We know how to use her, But not your way, for all your state. _Alph._ Make haste there; And get you in, and look to th' house. If you stir out, Damsel, Or set a foot any new motion this way, When I come home (which will be suddenly) You know my mind; if you do play the Rascal, I have my eyes and ears in sundry places, If ye do praunce. _Jul._ I shall do that that's fit, Sir; And fit to cross your fooleries; I'll fail else: And so I'll to my Chamber. [_Exit._ _Alph._ To your Prayers, And leave your stubborn tricks; she is not far yet, She cannot be, and we dividing suddenly. _Cur._ Keep her from thy hands, I beseech. _Alph._ Our horses; Come chearfully. I'll teach her to run gadding. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Roderigo, _and four Out-Laws._ _1 Out-law._ Captain, y'are not merry. _Rod._ We get nothing, We have no sport; whoring and drinking spoils us, We keep no Guards. _2 Out-law._ There come no Passengers, Merchants, nor Gentlemen, nor whosoever, But we have tribute. _Rod._ And whilst we spend that idlely, We let those pass that carry the best purchase. I'll have all search'd, and brought in: Rogues, and Beggars, Have got the trick now to become Bank-masters. I'll have none scape; only my friends and neighbours, That may deliver to the King my innocence; Those I would have regarded; 'tis policy. But otherwise nor gravities, nor shadows, Appear they how they will, they may have purses, For they shall pay.