_Cur._ 'Twas some trick That brought him hither: the boy, and letter conterfeit, Which shall appear, if ye dare now detain him. _Mast._ I dare not Sir; nor will not: I believe ye, And will restore him up: had I known sooner H'ad been a neighbour, and the man you speak him, (Though as I live, he carried a wild seeming) My Service, and my self had both attended him. How I have us'd him, let him speak. _Seb._ Let's in, and visit him: Then to the holy Temple: there pay our duties, And so we'l take our leaves. _Mast._ I'le wait upon you. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _An Altar prepar'd. Solemn Musick_. _Enter Governour_, Verdugo, _Courtiers, Ladies, &c_. Gov. _This to devotion sacred be,_ _This to the Kings prosperity,_ _This to the Queen, and Chastity._ [Musick. Ver. _These Oblations first we bring_ _To purge our selves: These to the King._ _To love, and beautie these: now sing._ [Musick. Ladies. _Holy Altar, daign to take_ _These for our selves: For the Kings sake_ _And honour these: These sacred lye_ _To Vertue, Love, and Modesty,_ _Our wishes to Eternity._ [Musick. _Enter_ Pedro, _and_ Roderigo. Ped. _For our selves first, thus we bend,_ _Forgive us heaven, and be our friend._ Rod. _And happy fortune to us send._ Ped. _To the King, honour, and all Joy,_ _Long, and happy from annoy._ Rod. _Prosperous be all his dayes_ _Every new hour, a new praise._ Ped. _Every minute thus be seen,_ Both. _And thousand honours Crown the Queen._ [Musick. _Enter_ Alphonso, Curio, Seberto. _Seb._ Come to the Altar: let us do our duties. _Alph._ I have almost forgot a Church. _Cur._ Kneel reverently. Alph. _For my lost wits (let me see)_ _First I pray: and secondly_ _To be at home again, and free,_ _And if I travel more, hang me._ _For the King, and for the Queen,_ _That they may be wise, and seen_ _Never in the Mad-mans Inne._ _For my Daughter, I would pray_ _But she has made a holy-day,_ _And needs not my devotion now_ _Let her take her own course, Heaven,_ _Whether it be odd, or even,_ [Musick. _Enter_ Alinda, _and_ Juletta, _like Shepheards_. _And if that please not, take her you._ _Seb._ A short, and sweet Meditation: what are these here? _Alin._ Hale to this sacred place. _Jul._ They are all here, Madam: No violence dare touch here; be secure: My Bilbo Master too: how got he loose again? How lamentably he looks! he has had discipline. I dare not let him know my pranks.