_Luc._ Though I want courage: I yet have a sons duty in me, and Compassion of a fathers danger; that, That wholly now possesses me. _Alv. Lucio._ This is beyond my hope. _Met._ So _Lazarillo_, Take up all boy: well done. _Pach._ And now steal off Closely and cunningly. _An._ How? have I found you? Why Gentlemen, are you mad, to make your selves A prey to Rogues? _Lam._ Would we were off. _Bob._ Theeves, theeves. _Lam._ Defer our own contention: and down with them. _Luc._ I'll make you sure. _Bob._ Now he plays the Devil. _Gen._ This place is not for me. [_Exit._ _Luc._ I'll follow her Half of my pennance is past oe'r. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Alguazier, Assistant, _and other Watches_. _Alg._ What noyse? What tumult's there? keep the Kings peace I charge you. _Pach._ I am glad he's come yet. _Alv._ O, you keep good Guard Upon the City, when men of our ranck Are set upon in the streets. _Lam._ The assistants Shall hear on't be assur'd. _An._ And if he be That careful Governor he is reported, You will smart for it. _Alg._ Patience, good Signiors: Let me survey the Rascals: O, I know them, And thank you for them: they are pilf'ring rogues Of _Andaluza_ that have perus'd All Prisons in _Castile_: I dare not trust The dungeon with them: no, I'll have them home To my own house. _Pach._ We had rather go to prison. _Alg._ Had you so dog-bolts? yes, I know you had: You there would use your cunning fingers on The simple locks; you would: but I'll prevent you. _Lam._ My Mistriss lost, good night. [_Exit._ _Bob._ Your Son's gone too, What should become of him? _Alv._ Come of him, what will: Now he dares fight, I care not: I'll to bed, Look to your prisoners _Alguazier_. [_Exit with Boba._ _Alg._ All's clear'd: Droop not for one disaster: let us hug, And triumph in our knaveries. _Assist._ This confirms What was reported of him. _Met._ 'Twas done bravely. _Alg._ I must a little glory in the means We Officers have, to play the Knaves, and safely: How we break through the toyles, pitch'd by the Law, Yet hang up them that are far less delinquents: A simple shopkeeper's carted for a bawd For lodging (though unwittingly) a smock-Gamster: Where, with rewards, and credit I have kept _Malroda_ in my house, as in a cloyster, Without taint, or suspition. _Pach._ But suppose The Governor should know't?