_Mast._ Now he grows villainous. _Alph._ Methinks he's best now. _Mast._ Away with him. _Alph._ He shall not. _Mast._ Sir, he must. _Welsh._ I will sing and dance, Do any thing. _Alph._ Wilt thou declaim in Greek? _Mast._ Away with the fool, And whip her soundly, Sirrah. _She fool._ I'll tell no more tales. [_Exit._ _Alph._ Or wilt thou flye i'th' air? _Eng._ Do, and I'll catch thee, And like a wisp of Hay, I'll whirl, and whirl thee, And puff thee up, and puff thee up. _Schol._ I'll save thee, And thou shalt fall into the Sea, soft, softly. _Welsh._ I'll get upon a mountain, and call my Countrymen. _Mast._ They all grow wild, away with him for Heavens sake, Sir, ye are much to blame. _Alph._ No, no, 'tis brave, Sir, Ye have cozen'd me; I'll make you mad. _Mast._ In with him, And lock him fast. _Alph._ I'll see him in his lodging. [_Exit._ _Mast._ What means this Gentleman? _Enter_ Juletta. _Jul._ He's in; have at him, Are you the Master, Sir? _Mast._ What would you with him? _Jul._ I have a business from the Duke of _Medina_, Is there not an old Gentleman come lately in? _Mast._ Yes, and a wild one too, but not a Prisoner. _Jul._ Did you observe him well? 'tis like it may be he. _Mast._ I have seen younger men of better temper. _Jul._ You have hit the cause I come for; there's a Letter, Pray ye peruse it well; I shall be wi' ye; And suddenly, I fear not, finely, daintily, I shall so feed your fierce vexation, And raise your Worships storms; I shall so niggle ye, And juggle ye, and fiddle ye, and firk ye: I'll make ye curse the hour ye vext a Woman; I'll make ye shake when our Sex are but sounded; For the Lords sake we shall have him at; I long to see it As much as for my wedding night; I gape after it. _Mast._ This Letter says the Gentleman is lunatick, I half suspected it. _Jul._ 'Tis very true, Sir, And such pranks he has plaid. _Mast._ He's some great man, The Duke commands me with such care to look to him, And if he grow too violent, to correct him, To use the speediest means for his recovery, And those he must find sharp. _Jul._ The better for him. _Mast._ How got ye him hither? _Jul._ With a train, I told him; He's in love with a Boy, there lyes his melancholy. _Mast._ Hither he came to seek one. _Jul._ Yes, I sent him, Now had we dealt by force, we had never brought him. _Mast._ Here was a Boy. _Jul._ He saw him not? _Mast._ He was gone first. _Jul._ It is the better; look you to your charge well; I'll see him lodged, for so the Duke commanded me, He will be very rough. _Mast._ We are us'd to that, Sir, And we as rough as he, if he give occasion.