Enter GONSALVO.
Gons. Hippolito! how barbarous was I To leave my boy! Hippolito!
_Hip. _Here, here. Now, madam, fear not, you are safe.
Jul. What is become, sir, of those gentlemen?
Gons. Madam, they all went several ways; not like To meet.
Jul. What will become of me?
Gons. Tis late, And I a stranger in the town; yet all Your dangers shall be mine.
Jul. You're noble, sir.
Gons. I'll pawn the hopes of all my love, to see You safe.
Jul. Whoe'er your mistress be, she has My curses, if she prove not kind.