_Rod._ Let her do what she please: No, no _Alinda_ You cannot cozen me again in a Boys figure, Nor hide the beauty of that face in patches, But I shall know it. _Jul._ A boy his face in patches? _Rod._ Nor shall your tongue again bewitch mine anger, If she be found i'th' woods, send me word presently, And I'le return; she cannot be far gone yet: If she be not, expect me, when ye see me; Use all your service to my friend _Alphonso_, And have a care to your business: farewel, No more, farewel. [_Exeunt._ _Jul._ I am heartily glad thou art gone yet. This boy in patches, was the boy came by me, The very same, how hastily it shifted! What a mop-eyed ass was I, I could not know her, This must be she, this is she, now I remember her, How loth she was to talk too, how she fear'd me: I could now piss mine eyes out for meer anger: I'le follow her, but who shall vex her Father then? One flurt at him, and then I am for the voyage, If I can cross the Captain too: Come Tabor. [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ Jaques, _and 1 Out-Law_. _Jaq._ Are they all set? _1 Out-l._ All, and each quarter quiet. _Jaq._ Is the old man asleep? _1 Out-l._ An hour agoe Sir. _Jaq._ We must be very carefull in his absence, And very watchfull. _1 Out-l._ It concerns us nearly, He will not be long from us. _Jaq._ No, he cannot. _1 Out-l._ A little heat of love, which he must wander out. [_Drum a far off._ And then again: hark. _Ja[q]._ What? _1 Out-l._ 'Tis not the wind sure: That's still and calm, no noise, nor flux of waters. _Jaq._ I hear a Drum, I think. _1 Out-l._ That, that; It beats again now. _Jaq._ Now it comes nearer: sure we are surprized, Sir; Some from the Kings command: we are lost, we are dead all. _1 Out-l._ Hark, hark, a charge now: my Captain has betray'd us, And left us to this ruine, run away from us. _Enter two Out-Laws._ _Lop._ Another beats o' that side. _2 Out-l._ Fly, flie, _Jaques_, We are taken in a toyle: snapt in a pitfal; Methinks I feel a Sword already shave me. _3 Out-l._ A thousand horse and foot, a thousand pioneers, If we get under-ground, to fetch us out again; And every one an Axe to cut the woods down. _Lop._ This is the dismalst night-- [_Exit._ _Enter_ Alpho[n]so.