Pio. Now, for your life Signior:
Luc. Oh: alas, I am kill'd
My eye is out: look Father: Zancho:
I'll play the fool no more thus, that I will not.
Cla. 'Heart: ne'r a rogue in Spain shall wrong my brother
Whilst I can hold a sword.
Pio. Hold Madam, Madam.
Alv. Clara.
Eug. Daughter.
Bo. Mistress.
Pio. Bradamante.
Hold, hold I pray.
Alv. The devil's in her, o'the other side sure,
There's Gold for you: they have chang'd what ye calt's:
Will no cure help? well I have one experiment,
And if that fail, I'll hang him, then here's an end on't.
Come you along with me: and you Sir: [Exeunt. Alv. Eug. Luc. Bob.
Bob. Now are you going to drowning.