_Clod_. The same.

_Guard_. We saw 'em.
Making with all main speed to th' Port.

_Clod_. Away villains. [_Exit Guard_.
Recover her, or I shall dye; deal truly,
Didst not thou know?

_Char_. By all that's good I did not.
If your honour mean their flight, to say I grieve for that,
Will be to lye; you may handle me as you please.

_Clod_. Be sure, with all the cruelty, with all the rigor,
For thou hast rob'd me villain of a treasure.

_Enter Guard_.

How now?

_Guard_. They're all aboard, a Bark rode ready for 'em,
And now are under Sail, and past recovery.

_Clod_. Rig me a Ship with all the speed that may be,
I will not lose her: thou her most false Father,
Shalt go along; and if I miss her, hear me,
A whole day will I study to destroy thee.

_Char_. I shall be joyful of it; and so you'l find me.