And. Yes, by my life, Sir; and if now you help not, and speedily, by force, or by persuasion, my good old Master (for now I pity him) is ruin'd for ever.
Char. Ha, my Father!
And. He, Sir.
Mir. By what means? speak.
And. At the suit of Monsieur Lewis; his house is seiz'd upon, and he in person is under guard, (I saw it with these eyes, Sir) to be convey'd to Paris, and there Sentenc'd.
Mir. Nay, then there is no jesting.
Char. Do I live, and know my Father injur'd?
And. And what's worse, Sir, my Ladie Angellina—
Eust. What of her?
And. She's carri'd away too.