_Alph._ Nothing, Sir, nothing; I will go in, and quietly, most civilly: And good Sir, let none of your tormentors come about me, You have a gentle face; they look like Dragons. _Mast._ Be civil and be safe: come, for these two daies Ye must eat nothing neither: 'twill ease your fits Sir. _Alph._ 'Twill starve me Sir; but I must bear it joyfully. I may sleep? _Mast._ Yes, a little: go in with these men. _Alph._ O miserable me! [_Exit._ _Mast._ I'le follow presently, You see 'tis done Sir, _Jul._ Ye have done it handsomely, And I'le inform the Duke so: pray ye attend him, Let him want nothing, but his will. _Mast._ He shall not, And if he be rebellious-- _Jul._ Never spare him: H'as flesh, and hide enough, he loves a whipping. _Mast._ My service to his Grace. [_Exit._ _Jul._ I shall commend it. So, thou art fast: I must go get some fresh room To laugh, and caper in: O how it tickles me! O how it tumbles me with joy! thy mouth's stopt: Now if I can do my Mistris good, I am Sainted. [_Exit._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Seberto, Curio. _Seb._ Now, o' my conscience, we have lost him utterly, He's not gone home: we heard from thence this morning, And since our parting last at _Roderigo's_ You know what ground we have travel'd. _Cur._ He's asleep sure: For if he had been awake, we should have met with him: 'Faith let's turn back, we have but a fruitless journey; And to hope further of _Alindas_ recovery, (For sure she'l rather perish than return) Is but to seek a Moth i'th' Sun. _Seb._ We'l on sure; Something we'l know, some cause of all this fooling, Make some discovery. _Cur._ Which way shall we cast then, For all the Champion Country, and the villages, And all those sides? _Seb._ We'l cross these woods awhile then: Here if we fail, we'l gallop to _Segovia_. And if we light of no news there, hear nothing; We'l even turn fairly home, and coast the other side. _Cur._ He may be sick, or faln into some danger; He has no guide, nor no man to attend him. _Seb._ He's well enough, he has a travel'd body, And though he be old, he's tough, and will endure well; But he is so violent to finde her out, That his anger leads him a thousand wild-goose chases: I'le warrant he is well. _Cur._ Shall we part company? _Seb._ By no means, no: that were a sullen business: No pleasure in our journey: come, let's cross here first, And where we find the paths, let them direct us. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Juletta, Alinda.