Daen. 'Tis an exploit worth wonder.
Carl. Put the worst; Say some Infernall voyce shoo'd rore from hell The Infant's cloystering up.
Alb. 'Tis not our danger Nor the imprison'd Prince's, for what Theefe Dares by base sacrilege rob the Church of him?
Carl. At worst none can be lost but this slight fellow.
Med. All build on this as on a stable Cube:
If we our footing keepe we fetch him forth
And Crowne him King; if up we fly i'th ayre
We for his soules health a broad way prepare.
Daen. They come.
Enter Baltazar and Sebastian.
Med. Thou knowest where To bestow him, Baltazar.
Bal. Come Noble[206] Boy.
Alb. Hide him from being discovered.