Char. By all that's good I did not. If your honour mean their flight, to say I grieve for that, Will be to lye; you may handle me as you please.
Clod. Be sure, with all the cruelty, with all the rigor, For thou hast rob'd me villain of a treasure.
Enter Guard.
How now?
Guard. They're all aboard, a Bark rode ready for 'em, And now are under Sail, and past recovery.
Clod. Rig me a Ship with all the speed that may be,
I will not lose her: thou her most false Father,
Shalt go along; and if I miss her, hear me,
A whole day will I study to destroy thee.
Char. I shall be joyful of it; and so you'l find me.
[Exeunt omnes.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter Manuel du Sosa, and Guiomar.