Ped. Now, sir, if I can help. But Lord ha’ mercy! (Sees Gil.)
Adm. What! going just when you are wanted?
Ped. I was born, my lord, with a tender heart; that seeing these poor fellows so drencht, bleeds for them. That he should pursue me even to Portugal! (Is creeping away.)
Adm. What! only just come, and going?
Ped. Oh, my lord, a sudden call. Excuse me.
[Exit.
Adm. ’Tis an idiot. But let me help you.
Alon. My life is in your hand.
Adm. In my hand? How is that?
Alon. You shall hear, if I may first know to whom I tell my story. Misfortune forces me to be cautious.