_Ped._ Believe me Sir I neither saw, nor could suspect that face That might be doubted womans, yet I am sure Aboard him I see all that past, and 'tis impossible Among so many high set bloods there should be A woman, let her close her self within a cockle, But they would open her, he must not love Within that place alone, and therefore surely He would not be so foolish had he any, To trust her there; for his discourse, 'twas ever About his business, war, or mirth to make us Relish a Can of Wine well; when he spoke private 'Twas only the remembrance of his service, And hope of your good prayers for his health Sir, And so I gave him to the seas. _Leo._ I thank ye, And now am satisfied, and to prevent Suspitions that may nourish dangers Signior, For I have told you how the mad _Alphonso_ Chafes like a Stag i'th toyl, and bends his fury 'Gainst all but his own ignorance; I am determin'd For peace sake and the preservation Of my yet untoucht honor, and his cure My self to seek him there, and bring him back As testimony of an unsought injury By either of our actions; That the world, And he if he have reason, may see plainly Opinion is no perfect guide; nor all fames Founders of truths: In the mean time this courtesie I must intreat of you Sir, Be my self here And as my self command my family. _Ped._ Ye lay too much trust on me. _Leo._ 'Tis my love Sir, I will not be long from ye; if this question Chance to be call'd upon ere my return I leave your care to answer; so Farewell Sir. _Ped._ Ye take a wise way; All my best endeavors Shall labor in your absence; peace go with ye. [_Exit Le[o]._ A noble honest Gentleman, free hearted And of an open faith, much loving, and much loved, And father of that goodness only malice Can truly stir against, what dare befall Till his return I'll answer. [_Exit Ped._ _Enter_ Alphonso, _and Servant_. _Alph._ Walk off Sirrah, But keep your self within my call. _Serv._ I will Sir. _Alph._ And stir my horse for taking cold: within there, Hoa people; you that dwell there my brave Signior What are ye all a sleep? is't that time with ye? I'll ring a little lowder. _Enter_ Pedro. _Ped._ Sir who seek ye? _Alph._ Not you Sir; Where's your Master? _Ped._ I serve no man In way of pay Sir. _Alph._ Where's the man o'th house then? _Ped._ What would you have with him Sir? _Alph._ Do you stand here Sir To ask men questions when they come? _Ped._ I would sir Being his friend, and hearing such alarmes Know how men come to visit him.