Serv. Sir, we found this gentleman bound and gagged, and he desired us to bring him to you with all haste imaginable.
Mel. O, sir, sir! your two daughters and your niece——
Bel. They are gone; he knows it:—But are you mad, sir, to set this pernicious wretch at liberty?
Mel. I endeavoured all that I was able——
Mask. Now, sir, I have it for you. [Aside to his master.]—He was endeavouring, indeed, to have got away with them; for your daughter Theodosia was his prize. But we prevented him, and left him in the condition in which you see him.
Alon. I thought somewhat was the matter, that Theodosia had not a spirit by her, as her sister had.
Bel. This was he I meant to shew you.
Mel. Do you believe him, sir?
Bel. No, no, believe him, sir: You know his truth, ever since he stole your daughter's diamond.
Mel. I swear to you, by my honour—