Ele. Good old man,
I never touch'd him; do not touch me then
With thy Hortenzo.
Chris. Where's Philip too?
Ele. And where is Philip too?
I pray, I pray, is Philip a tame Spaniard?
What, can I Philip him hither, hither make him fly?
First, where's Hortenzo? Where's Philip too?
Rod. And where is Isabel? She was with you.
Ele. And where is Isabel? She was with me!
Enter Philip and Hortenzo, like Moors.
And so are you; yet are you well, you see:
But in good time, see where their keepers come.
Come hither, Zarack; Balthazar, come hither:
Zarack, old Lord Alvero asks of thee
Where young Hortenzo is.
Hor. My lord, set free.
Ele. O, is he so? Come hither, Balthazar:
Lord Christofero here would ask of thee
Where Prince Philippo is.
Phil. My lord, set free.