_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?
_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.
[_Exeunt omnes_.
_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_.
_Enter_ Manuel du Sosa, _and_ Guiomar.
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