Thomas. Prooves hee my brother, and his dowghter found,
Lost by my want of care, (which canott bee
All reasons well considered) and I so happy
To bringe him newes of a recovered state,
Who to his foes so longe hathe been a prey,
I'd count my monthes and years but from this day.
[Exeunt.
SCENE 2.
Enter at one door D'Averne, and Dennis with the Fryar armed. At the other Fryar Richard and the Baker.
D'Averne. So nowe all's fitt, the daylight's not yet broake; Mount him and lock him in the saddle fast, Then turn him forthe the gates.
Dennis. Pray, Syr, your hand to rayse him.
D'Av. Nowe lett him post, whether his fate shall guide him.
[Exeunt.
Ent. Rich. and Baker.
Baker. The mare's ready.