[_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Roderigo, Jaques, Lopez, _and three Out-Laws_. _Rod._ None of you know her? _Jaq._ Alas Sir, we never saw her: Nor ever heard of her, but from your report. _Rod._ No happy eye? _Lop._ I do not think 'tis she, Sir, Me thinks a woman dares not. _Rod._ Thou speak'st poorly, What dares not woman, when she is provok'd? Or what seems dangerous to Love, or fury? That it is she, this has confirm'd me certain, These Jewels here, a part of which I sent her, And though unwilling, yet her Father wrought her To take, and wear. _Lop._ A wench, and we not know it? And among us? where were our understandings? I could have ghess'd unhappily: have had some feeling In such a matter: Here are as pretty fellows, At the discovery of such a Jigambob: A handsome wench too! sure we have lost our faculties, We have no motions: what should she do here, Sir? _Rod._ That's it that troubles me: O that base rascal! There lies the misery: how cunningly she quit him, And how she urg'd! had ye been constant to me, I ne're had suffer'd this. _1 Out-l._ Ye might have hang'd him: And would he had been hang'd, that's all we care for't: So our hands had not don't. _Rod._ She is gone again too, And what care have ye for that? gone, and contemn'd me; Master'd my will, and power, and now laughs at me. _Lop._ The Devil that brought her hither, Sir I think Has carryed her back again invisible, For we ne're knew, nor heard of her departure. _Jaq._ No living thing came this night through our watches. She went with you. _Rod._ Was by me till I slept, But when I wak'd, and call'd: O my dull pate here, If I had open'd this when it was given me, This Roguy Box. _Enter_ Alphonso, _and 2 Out-laws_. _Lop._ We could but give it ye. _Rod._ Pilgrim? a Pox o' Pilgrims, there the game goes, There's all my fortune fled; I know it, I feel it. _Al._ Bring me unto thy Captain: where's thy Captain? I am founder'd, melted, some fairy thing or other Has led me dancing; the Devil has haunted me I'th' likeness of a voyce: give me thy Captain. _2 Out-l._ He's here Sir, there he stands. _Al._ How do'st thou Captain? I have been fool'd and jaded, made a dog-bolt. My Daughter's run away: I have been haunted too, I have lost my horse; I am hungry, and out of my wits also. _Rod._ Come in: I'le tell you what I know: strange things. And take your ease; I'le follow her recovery, These shall be yours the whil'st, and do ye service. _Al._ Let me have drink enough: I am almost choak'd too. _Rod._ You shall have any thing; what think you now, Souldiers?