Gons. I made some small essays
Of love; what might have been I cannot tell:
But, to leave that, upon what part of Spain
Are we now cast?
Serv. Sir, I take that city to be Alicant.
Gons. Some days must of necessity be spent In looking to our ship; then back again For Sevile.
Serv. There you're sure you shall be welcome.
Gons. Aye, if my brother Rodoric be returned From Flanders; but 'tis now three years since I Have heard from him, and, since I saw him, twelve.
Serv. Your growth, and your long absence in the Indies, Have altered you so much, he'll scarcely know you.
Gons. I'm sure I should not him, and less my sister;
Who, when I with my uncle went this voyage,
Was then one of those little prating girls,
Of whom fond parents tell such tedious stories:
Well, go you back.
Serv. I go, sir.
Gons. And take care None of the seamen slip ashore.
Serv. I shall, sir. [Exit Servant.