_Alin._ I am hungry, and I am weary, and I cannot find him. Keep my wits Heaven, I feel 'em wavering, O God my head. _Seb._ Boy, dost thou hear, thou stripling? _Alin._ Now they will tear me, torture me, now _Roderigo_ Will hang [him] without mercy; ha? _Cur._ Come hither. A very pretty boy: what place is this, child? And whither dost thou travel? how he stares! Some stubborn Master has abus'd the boy, And beaten him: how he complains! whither goest thou? _Alin._ I go to _Segovia_ Sir, to my sick Mother, I have been taken here by drunken thieves, And (O my bones!) I have been beaten Sir. Mis-us'd, and rob'd: extreamly beaten Gentlemen, O God, my side! _Seb._ What beasts would use a boy thus? Look up, and be of good cheer. _Alin._ O, I cannot. My back, my back, my back. _Cur._ What thieves? _Alin._ I know not. But they call the Captain _Roderigo_. _Cur._ Look ye, I knew we were thereabouts. _Seb._ Do'st thou want any thing? _Alin._ Nothing but ease, but ease, Sir. _Cur._ There's some mony, And get thee to thy Mother. _Alin._ I thank ye Gentlemen. _Seb._ This was extreamly foul, to vex a child thus. Come, let's along, we cannot lose our way now. [_Ex._ _Alin._ Though ye are honest men, I fear your fingers, And glad I am got off; O how I tremble! Send me but once within his arms dear fortune, And then come all the world: what shall I do now? 'Tis almost night again, and where to lodge me, _Enter_ Juletta. Or get me meat, or any thing, I [k]now not. These wild woods, and the fancies I have in me, Will run me mad. _Jul._ Boy, Boy. _Alin._ More set to take me? _Jul._ Do'st thou hear boy? thou pointer. _Alin._ 'Tis a boy too, A Lacky Boy: I need not fear his fierceness. _Jul._ Canst thou beat a Drum? _Alin._ A Drum? _Jul._ This thing, a Drum here. Didst thou never see a Drum? Canst thou make this grumble? _Alin. Julettas_ face, and tongue; is she run mad too? Here may be double craft: I have no skill in't. _Jul._ I'le give thee a royal but to go along with me. _Alin._ I care not for thy royal, I have other business, Drum to thy self, and daunce to it. _Jul._ Sirrah, Sirrah. Thou scurvy Sirrah; thou snotty-nos'd scab, do'st thou hear me? If I lay down my Drum. _Enter_ Roderigo, _and two Out-laws_. _Alin._ Here comes more Company, I fear a plot, Heaven send me fairly from it. [_Exit._ _Jul._ Basto; who's here? _Lop._ Captain, do you need me farther? _Rod._ No not a foot: give me the gown: the sword now. _Jul._ This is the Devil thief, and if he take me, Woe be to my Gally gaskins. _Lop._ Certain Sir, She will take her patches off, and change her habit.