Alin. Nothing but ease, but ease, Sir.
Cur. There's some mony,
And get thee to thy Mother.
Alin. I thank ye Gentlemen.
Seb. This was extreamly foul, to vex a child thus.
Come, let's along, we cannot lose our way now. [Ex.
Alin. Though ye are honest men, I fear your fingers,
And glad I am got off; O how I tremble!
Send me but once within his arms dear fortune,
And then come all the world: what shall I do now?
'Tis almost night again, and where to lodge me,
Enter Juletta.
Or get me meat, or any thing, I [k]now not.
These wild woods, and the fancies I have in me,
Will run me mad.
Jul. Boy, Boy.
Alin. More set to take me?