Fer. Goe to my Wardrobe,
And of the richest things I wear, cull out,
What thou thinkst fit: do you attend him sirrah?
Vil. I warrant you I shall be at his elbow,
The fool will never leave him. [Exit Cast., Villio.
Cast. Made for ever. [A shout within.
Fer. What shout is that, draw up our Guards.
Enter Virolet, Ascanio, and a Servant.
Ron. Those rather
Speak joy than danger.
Bring her to my house,
I would not have her seen here.
Fer. My Ascanio!
The most desir'd of all men, let me die
In these embraces; how wert thou redeem'd?
Asc. Sir, this is my preserver.
Fer. At more leisure,
I will enquire the manner, and the means,
I cannot spare so much time now from my
More strickt embraces: Virolet, welcome too,
This service weighs down your intended Treason;
You long have been mine enemy, learn now
To be my friend and loyal, I ask no more,
And live as free as Ferrant; let him have
The forty thousand crowns I gladly promis'd,
For my Ascanio's freedom, and deliver
His Father, and his wife to him in safety,
Something hath passed which I am sorry for,
But 'twill not now be help'd; come my Ascanio,
And reap the harvest of my winter travels. [Flourish Cornets.
My best Ascanio, my lov'd Ascanio.
Vir. My Lord, all former passages forgot, [Exit Fer., Ascanio.
I am become a suitor.