Your people seize me on suspicion
Of knowing where he hides, and so far justly,
That carrying me by way of a decoy,
I’ll lay my life he soon were in the trap.
Judge. Your folly, or your cunning, sir, shall not mislead us; tell me where your master is at once, or the wooden horse—
Ped. Alas, I’m a bad rider.
Judge. Take him to the village and keep him close. By his looks I doubt not, spite of this affected simplicity, he’s a desperate ruffian.
Ped. I seem such a desperate fellow to him. Dear me, of the four men here let one depart, and leave three, and one of the three leave two, and one of the two one; and that one leave half himself; and that half his half; and that quarter his half, till it comes to nil: it would still be nilly willy with me.
[Exit, guarded by Alguazils.
Gil. Manuel,