_Luc._ I am so frighted, I cannot stay to thank you. [_Exeunt_ LUC. ASCA. _and_ HIP. _Duke_ to _Fred._ 'Tis a mistake, the ambassador knows nothing of her: I'm resolved I'll know it of herself, ere she shall depart.--Ha! Where is she? I left her here. _Fred._ [_Aside._] Out of your reach, father mine, I hope. _Duke._ She has either shifted places, or else slipped out of the assembly. _Fred._ I have looked round: She must be gone, sir. _Duke._ She must not be gone, sir. Search for her every where: I will have her. _Fred._ Has she offended your highness? _Duke._ Peace, with your impertinent questions. Come hither, Valerio. _Val._ Sir? _Duke._ O, Valerio, I am desperately in love: That lady, with whom you saw me talking, has--But I lose time; she's gone; haste after her,-- find her,--bring her back to me. _Val._ If it be possible. _Duke._ It must be possible; the quiet of my life depends upon it. _Val._ Which way took she? _Duke._ Go any way,--every way; ask no questions: I know no more, but that she must,--must be had. [_Exit_ VALERIO. _Fred._ Sir, the assembly will observe, that-- _Duke._ Damn the assembly; 'tis a dull insignificant crowd, now she is not here: Break it up, I'll stay no longer. _Fred._ [_Aside._] I hope she's safe, and then this fantastic love of my father's will make us sport to-momorrow. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ LUCRETIA, ASCANIO, _and_ HIPPOLITA. _Luc._ Now that we are safe at the gate of our convent, methinks the adventure was not unpleasant. _Hip._ And now that I am out of danger, brother, I may tell you what a novice you are in love, to tempt a young sister into the wide world, and not to show her the difference betwixt that and her cloister. I find I may venture safely with you another time. _Asca._ O, sister, you play the brazen-head with me,--you give me warning when time's past. But that was no fit opportunity: I hate to snatch a morsel of love, and so away. I am for a set-meal, where I may enjoy my full gust; but, when I once fall on, you shall find me a brave man upon occasion. _Luc._ 'Tis time we were in our cells. Quick, Hippolita; where's the key? _Hip._ Here, in my pocket--No, 'tis in my other pocket:--Ha, 'tis not there neither. I am sure I put it in one of them. _Luc._ What should we do, if it should be lost now? _Hip._ I have searched myself all over, and cannot find it. _Asca._ A woman can never search herself all over; let me search you, sister. _Luc._ Is this a time for raillery? Oh, sweet heaven! speak comfort quickly; have you found it? [_Here_ ASCANIO _slips away._ _Hip._ Speak you comfort, madam, and tell me you have it, for I am too sure that I have none on't. _Luc._ O, unfortunate that we are! day's breaking; the handicrafts' shops begin to open. [_Clock strikes._