_Bel._ Pr'ythee, Wildblood, hold thy tongue, and do not spoil my contemplation: I am undoing myself as fast as ever I can, too. _Wild._ I must go to them. _Bel._ Hold, madman! Dost thou not see their father? Hast thou a mind to have our throats cut? _Wild._ By a Hector of fourscore? Hang our throats: What! a lover, and cautious? [_Is going towards them._ _Alon._ Come away, daughters; we shall be late else. _Bel._ Look you, they are on the wing already. _Wild._ Pr'ythee, dear Frank, let's follow them: I long to know who they are. _Mask._ Let me alone, I'll dog them for you. _Bel._ I am glad on't; for my shoes so pinch me, I can scarce go a step farther. _Wild._ Cross the way there lives a shoemaker: Away quickly, that we may not spoil our design. [_Exeunt_ BEL. _and_ WILD. _Alon._ [_offers to go off_.] Now, friend! what's your business to follow us? _Mask._ Noble Don, 'tis only to recommend my service to you: A certain violent passion I have had for your worship, since the first moment that I saw you. _Alon._ I never saw thee before, to my remembrance. _Mask._ No matter, sir; true love never stands upon ceremon y. _Alon._ Pr'ythee be gone, my saucy companion, or I'll clap an alguazil upon thy heels: I tell thee I have no need of thy service. _Mask._ Having no servant of your own, I cannot, in good manners, leave you destitute. _Alon._ I'll beat thee, if thou followest me. _Mask._ I am your spaniel, sir; the more you beat me, the better I'll wait on you. _Alon._ Let me entreat thee to be gone; the boys will hoot at me to see me followed thus against my will. _Mask._ Shall you and I concern ourselves for what the boys do, sir? Pray do you hear the news at court? _Alon._ Pr'ythee, what's the news to thee or me? _Mask._ Will you be at the next _juego de cannas_? _Alon._ If I think good. _Mask._ Pray go on, sir; we can discourse as we walk together: And whither were you now a-going, sir? _Alon._ To the devil, I think. _Mask._ O, not this year or two, sir, by your age. _Jac._ My father was never so matched for talking in all his life before; he who loves to hear nothing but himself: Pr'ythee, Beatrix, stay behind, and see what this impudent Englishman would have. _Beat._ Sir, if you'll let my master go, I'll be his pawn. _Mask._ Well, sir, I kiss your hand, in hope to wait on you another time. _Alon._ Let us mend our pace, to get clear of him. _Theo._ If you do not, he'll be with you again, like Atalanta in the fable, and make you drop another of your golden apples. [_Exeunt_ ALON. THEO. _and_ JACINTHA. [MASKALL _whispers_ BEATRIX _the while_. _Beat._ How much good language is here thrown away, to make me betray my ladies? _Mask._ If you will discover nothing of them, let me discourse with you a little. _Beat._ As little as you please.