_Zen_. We are determined,
Dye, before yield.

_Arn_. Honour, and a fair grave.

_Zen_. Before a lustful Bed, so for our fortunes.

_Rut_. _Du cat awhee_, good Count, cry, prethee cry,
O what a wench hast thou lost! cry you great booby. [_Exe_.

_Enter_ Charino.

_Clod_. And is she gone then, am I dishonoured thus,
Cozened and baffl'd? my Guard there, no man answer?
My Guard I say, sirrah you knew of this plot;
Where are my Guard? I'le have your life you villain,
You politick old Thief.

_Char_. Heaven send her far enough,

_Enter Guard_.

And let me pay the ransom.

_Guard_. Did your honour call us?

_Clod_. Post every way, and presently recover
The two strange Gentlemen, and the fair Lady.

_Guard_. This day was Married Sir?