Alin. I know it: and those many I have cozen'd.
Jul. You cannot still do thus.
Alin. I have no means to shift it.
Jul. I have: and shift you too. I lay last night
At a poor widows house here in the Thicket,
Whither I will conduct ye, and new shape ye,
My self too to attend ye.
Alin. What means hast thou?
For mine are gone.
Jul. Fear not, enough to serve ye;
I came not out so empty.
Alin. Prethee tell me,
(For thou hast struck a kind of comfort through me.)
When saw'st thou Roderigo?
Jul. Even this morning,
And in these woods: take heed, h'as got a new shape.
Alin. The habit of a Pilgrim? yes, I know it,
And I hope shall prevent it; was he alone?
Jul. No Madam, and which made me wonder mightily,
He was in company with that handsom Pilgrim,
That sad sweet man.