_Phil._ Come, 'tis bright morning Let's walk out, and consider: you'll keep this habit. _Theo._ I would Sir. _Phil._ Then it shall be: what must I call ye? Come, do not blush: pray speak, I may spoil all else. _Theo._ Pray call me _Theodoro_. _Enter_ Diego. _Dieg._ Are ye ready? The day draws on apace: once more good morrow. _Theo._ Good morrow gentle Host: now I must thank ye: _Phil._ Who dost thou think this is? _Die._ Were you a wench Sir, I think you would know before me. _Phil._ Mine own Brother. _Dieg._ By th' Masse your noses are akin: should I then Have been so barbarous to have parted Brothers? _Phi._ You knew it then. _Dieg._ I knew 'twas necessary You should be both together: Instinct Signior, Is a great matter in an Host. _Theo._ I am satisfied. _Enter_ Pedro. _Ped._ Is not mine Host up yet? _Phi._ Who's that? _Die._ I'll see. _Phil._ Sister, withdraw your self. _Ped._ Signior _Philippo_. _Phil._ Noble Don _Pedro_, where have you been this way? _Ped._ I came from Port _St. Maries_, whence the Gallies Put this last tide, and bound for _Barcelona_, I brought _Mark-antonie_ upon his way. _Phi. Marc-antonie_? _Ped._ Who is turn'd Soldier, And entertain'd in the new Regiment, For _Naples_. _Phi._ Is it possible? _Ped._ I assure you. _Phi._ And put they in at _Barcelona_? _Ped._ So One of the Masters told me. _Phi._ Which way go you Sir? _Ped._ Home. _Phi._ And I for _Sivil_: pray you Sir; say not That you saw me, if you shall meet the question, I have some little business. _Ped._ Were it less Sir. It shall not become me, to lose the caution: Shall we breakfast together? _Phi._ I'll come to you Sir: Sister you hear this: I believe your fortune Begins to be propitious to you: we will hire Mules of mine Host here: if we can, himself To be our guide, and straight to _Barcelona_, This was as happy news, as unexpected Stay you till I rid him away. _Theo._ I will. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Alphonso _and a Servant_. _Alph._ Knock at the door. _Ser._ 'Tis open Sir. _Alph._ That's all one, Knock when I bid you. _Ser._ Will not your Worship enter? _Alph._ Will not you learn more manners Sir, and do that Your Master bids ye; knock ye knave, or I'll knock Such a round peal about your pate: I enter Under his roof, or come to say god save ye To him, the Son of whose base dealings has undone me? Knock louder, louder yet: I'll starve, and rot first, This open air is every mans. _2 Ser. within._ Come in Sir. _Enter two Servants._