Vand. In the meane time You are a prisoner.
Boy. Who? my father?
Bred. Yes, Boy.
Boy. Then I will be a prisoner, too. For heaven sake
Let me goe with him, for theis naughtie men
Will nere wayt on him well. I am usd to undresse him
When he's to goe to bed, and then read to him
Untill he be a sleepe, and then pray by him:
I will not leave him.
Bred. Why, thou shalt not, Boy. Goe with thy father.
Boy. You are a good Lord,
Indeed I love you for't and will pray for you.
Come, father; now I must goe too, I care not.
While I am with you, you shall have no hurt,
Ile be your warrant.
Leid. I have lost myself, But something I shall doe.
[Exeunt Leid., Boy, Guard.
Or. 'Tis time to rise; And, if your Lordshipps please, we will defer Our other busines to an other sitting.
Vand. In the meane time wee'll use all honest meanes To sound the depth of this Confederacie, In which Heaven's hand direct us and assist us.