_Jul._ A curse else that shall never set Will light upon thee: Say thy Prayers, Thou hast as many sins, as hairs. Thou art a Captain, let thy men Be honest, and good thoughts, and then Thou maist command, and lead in chief, Yet thou art bloody, and a thief. _Rod._ What shall I do? I do confess. _Alin._ Retire, And purge thee perfect in his fire: His life observe; live in his School, And then thou shalt put off the fool. _Jul._ Pray at _Segovia_ too, and give Thy Offrings up, repent, and live. [_Musick within._ _Alin._ Away, away: enquire no more, Do this, ye are rich, else fools, and poor; What musick's this? _Jul._ Retire? 'tis some neat Joy, In honour of the Kings great day: they wonder, This comes in right to confirm their reverence. Away, away, let them admire, it makes For our advantage: how the Captain shakes! [_Exit._ _Ped._ This was the Musick. _Rod._ Yes, yes, how I sweat! I was never so deserted; sure these woods Are only inhabited with rare dreams, and wonders; I would not be a knave again, a villain: O how I loath it now: for these know all Sir, And they would find me out. _Ped._ They are excellent women, Deep in their knowledge, friend. _Rod._ I would not be traytor, And have these of my Jury; how light I am, And how my heart laughs now me thinks within me! Now I am Catechiz'd, I would ever dwell here, For here is a kind of Court of Reformation; Had I been stubborn friend. _Ped._ They would have found it. _Rod._ And then they would have handled me a new way, The Devils dump had been danced then. _Ped._ Let's away And do their great commands, and do 'em handsomely: Contrite, and true, for I believe _Roderigo_, And constantly believe, we shall be happy. _Rod._ So you do well; fall edge or flat o' my side; All I can stagger at is the Kings anger, Which if it come, I am prepar'd to meet it. _Ped._ The King has mercy, friend, as well as Justice: And when you fall: no more-- _Rod._ I hope the fairest. [_Exeunt._ SCENE V. _Enter Master_, Seberto, Curio. _Cur._ We have told ye what he is: what time we have sought him: His nature, and his name: the seeming Boy too Ye had here, how, and what by your own relation, All circumstances we have clear'd: That the Duke sent him We told ye how impossible; he knows him not; That he is mad himself, and therefore fit To be your Prisoner, we dare swear against it. _Seb._ Take heed Sir, be not madder than you would make him; Though he be rash, and suddain (which is all his wildness) Take heed ye wrong him not: he is a Gentleman, And so must be restor'd and clear'd in all points; The King shall be a Judge else.