And let my sorrowes suffer in these teares:
Haue I a sonne or no? Good Souldier speake.
Capt. Sir, I arriu’d by chance vpon your coast,
Yet hearing of the Proclamation
Which promis’d thousands vnto any man
That could bring newes to the Sicilian King,
Whether Lorenzo were aliue or dead.
Attic. We’le double our reward what-e’r it be,
If hee be liuing: Dead, we’le keepe our word:
Then prethee say, What is become of him?