[ Exit CAPTAINE, and Citizens.
PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life,
For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd.
PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King,
Who was carefull to preserve ye.
[Exit.
[Enter LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON.
TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest.
LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen.
CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this.
LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong
um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad?
TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your
love to Phylaster, sir.
LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere
serve me to looke on them?