Mast. Many have sworn him right, and I have thought so:
Yet on a sudden, from some word, or other,
When no man could expect a fit, he has flown out:
I dare not give him will.
Enter Alinda.
Ped. Pray Heaven recover him.
Alin. Must I come in too?
Mast. No, my pretty Lad;
Keep in thy Chamber Boy; 'shalt have thy supper.
Ped. I pray ye what is he, Sir?
Mast. A strange Boy, that last night
Was found i'th' Town, a little craz'd, distracted,
And so sent hither.
Ped. How the pretty Knave looks,
And plays, and peeps upon me! sure such eyes
I have seen, and lov'd: what fair hands! certainly—
Mast. Good Sir, you'l make him worse.
Ped. I pray believe not.
Alas, why shold I hurt him? how he smiles!
The very shape, and sweetness of Alinda:
Let me look once again: were it in such clothes
As when I saw her last; this must be she.
How tenderly it stroaks me!