Fred. Pray go forward.
Joh. A Gentleman I found ingag'd amongst 'em,
It seems of noble breeding, I'm sure brave metal,
As I return'd to look you, I set in to him,
And without hurt (I thank heaven) rescued him,
And came my self off safe too.
Fred. My work's done then:
And now to satisfie you, there is a woman,
Oh John, there is a woman—
John. Oh, where is she?
Fred. And one of no less worth than I assure ye;
And which is more, fain under my protection.
John. I am glad of that: forward sweet Frederick.
Fred. And which is more than that, by this nights wandring,
And which is most of all, she is at home too Sir.
John. Come, let's be gone then.
Fred. Yes, but 'tis most certain,
You cannot see her, John.
John. Why?