Fred. That farthermost. [Duke retires farther.
Fred. to Luc. Take your opportunity to escape, while his back is turned, or you are ruined. Ascanio, wait on her.
Luc. I am so frighted, I cannot stay to thank you. [Exeunt Luc. Asca. and Hip.
Duke to Fred. 'Tis a mistake, the ambassador knows nothing of her: I'm resolved I'll know it of herself, ere she shall depart.—Ha! Where is she? I left her here.
Fred. [Aside.] Out of your reach, father mine, I hope.
Duke. She has either shifted places, or else slipped out of the assembly.
Fred. I have looked round: She must be gone, sir.
Duke. She must not be gone, sir. Search for her every where: I will have her.
Fred. Has she offended your highness?
Duke. Peace, with your impertinent questions. Come hither, Valerio.