Enter Ronvere and Guard.
Ron. My Lord.
Fer. Welcome Ronvere, welcome my golden plummet
With which I sound mine enemies depths and angers,
Hast thou discover'd?
Ron. Al[l] as you could wish Sir,
The Plot, and the contrivers; was made one
Of the conspiracie.
Fer. Is Virolet in?
Ron. The head of all, he only scented me:
And from his fear, that I plaid false is fled;
The rest I have in fetters.
Fer. Death and Hell.
Next to my mortal foe the pirate Sesse,
I aim'd at him; he's virtuous, and wise,
A lover of his freedom and his Countries
Dangerous to such as govern by the sword,
And so to me: no tract which way he went,
No means to overtake him?
Ron. There's some hope left;
But with a rough hand, to be seiz'd upon.
Fer. What is't?
Ron. If any know, or where he is,
Or which way he is fled, it is his wife;
Her with his Father I have apprehended,
And brought among the rest.