_Gons_. Do they rob angels here? This sweet youth has A face so like one, which I lately saw, It makes your crime of kin to sacrilege: But live; and henceforth Take nobler courses to maintain your life: Here's something that will rescue you from want, 'Till you can find employment. [_Gives him gold, and unbinds_ HIPPOLITO. _Hip_. What strange adventure's this! How little hoped I, When thus disguised I stole from Barcelona, To be relieved by brave Gonsalvo here? [_Aside_. _2 Rob_. That life, you have preserved, shall still be yours; And that you may perceive, how much my nature Is wrought upon by this your generous act, That goodness, you have shown to me, I'll use To others for your sake, if you dare trust me A moment from your sight. _Gons_. Nay, take your sword; I will not so much crush a budding virtue, As to suspect. [_Gives him his sword. Exit Robber_. --Sweet youth, you shall not leave me, Till I have seen you safe. _Hip_. You need not doubt it: Alas! I find I cannot, if I would: I am but freed to be a greater slave: [_Aside_. How much am I obliged, sir, to your valour! _Gons_. Rather to your own sweetness, pretty youth; You must have been some way preserved, though I Had not been near; my aid did but prevent Some miracle more slowly setting out To save such excellence. _Hip_. How much more gladly could I hear those words, If he, that spoke them, knew he spoke to me! [_Aside_. _Enter the Robber again with Don_ MANUEL, _and_ JULIA, _bound_. My brother and my sister prisoners too! They cannot sure discover me through this Disguise; however, I'll not venture it. [_Steps behind the trees_. _2 Rob_. This gentleman and lady [_To_ GONS. _privately_. My fellows bound. [_Exit Robber_. _Man_. We must prepare to die; This is the captain of the Picarons. _Jul_. Methinks he looks like one; I have a strange Aversion to that man; he's fatal to me. _Gons_. I ne'er saw excellence in womankind [_Stares on her_. Till now, and yet discern it at the first: Perfection is discovered in a moment; He, that ne'er saw the sun before, yet knows him. _Jul_. How the villain stares upon me! _Gons_. Wonder prepares my soul, and then love enters: But wonder is so close pursued by love, That, like a fire, it warms as soon as born. _Man_. If we must die, what need these circumstances? _Jul_. Heaven defend me from him! _Gons_. Why, madam, can you doubt a rudeness from me? Your very fears and griefs create an awe, Such majesty they bear; methinks, I see Your soul retired within her inmost chamber. Like a fair mourner sit in state, with all The silent pomp of sorrow round about her. _Man_. Your language does express a man, bred up To worthier ways than those you follow now. _Gons_. What does he mean? [_Aside_. _Man_. If (as it seems) you love; love is a passion, Which kindles honour into noble acts: Restore my sister's liberty; oblige her, And see what gratitude will work. _Gons_. All this is stranger yet.