Ware. Fetch'd abroad by two gallants, say you?
Cyph. Yes, sir,
As soon as you were gone: he only stay'd
To put on other clothes.
Sea. You say, my son went with 'em too?
Cyph. Yes, sir.
Ware. And whither went they?
Cyph. I follow'd 'em to Roseclap's ordinary.
Ware. And there you left 'em?
Cyph. Yes, sir, just before
I saw some captains enter.
Sea. Well, I give
My son for lost, undone past hope.
Ware. There is
No more but this; we'll thither straight: you, Cypher,
Have your instructions.