upon a fresh scent; do but preserve me from 'em, I'll make ye a
man for ever.
Mat.
Nor shall you repent the putting your self under my Protecti∣on
—Look ye Sir—
[He takes him to the Scenes.]
you see those parings
of Vines, creep under them, and I'll cover ye up.—
Rod. creeps, Mat.
covers him.]
When they are gone, I'll give you notice.—A hand∣some
Fellow, and wears good Clothes.—If it miscarry, I have lit∣tle
to lose; and if it succeed, I'm made for ever.
Enter Officers, they beat about.
—Pray Gentlemen don't trample my Vines—Who are ye?
1 Off.
We are the States Officers, in quest of a Gentleman we are sure
took this Road.
2 Off.
And cannot be far behind him.—At your Peril be it, if you
conceal him.
Mat.
My House is open to ye.
[Third Officer enters, Mat. digs.
1 Off.
Pr'y thee be honest to us, and thou shalt snack.
2 Off.
We can afford him Forty Duckats—and that's more than
thou'lt get in haste by diging.
Mat.
Forty Duckats Gentlemen, wou'd to me a kindness.
1 Off.
And if we take him I'll be thy Pay-master—I'm sure thou
knowest me—and I'll be true to thee.
[He gives his Hand.
Mat.
Signior Bricone, if I mistake not.
1 Off.
Thou hast me right—and therefore doubt not thy money.
[Mat. describes Rod: Person and Clothes.
2 Off.
The same—And if he's about thy House, shew him us, and
here's thy money down.
[He pulls out a Bag.
Third Officer returns.
3 Off.
There's nothing within.
Mat.
I rather wish he were—But d'ye see that blind side Road, on
the left hand of my Vineyard, as ye came.
1 Off.
And were I to have fled for my Life, I'd have taken't my self.
Mat.
There did I see such a Person, and one other with him, ride
by, about an hour since.—And now I better consider on't—he was
the great Merchant, that lost some Ships t'other day.
Omnes.
The same, the same—To Horse, to Horse.
Mat.
Ride hard, and ye can't but overtake him.
[Exeunt Off. running.
—They're gone, and
Roderigo's Wishes follow 'em.—He told me,
he'd make me a man for ever, and (I hope) he'll be as good as his
word, and not lick himself whole agen, by non-performance.—Hoe
Signior! the Coast is clear, you may advance.
Enter Roderigo stalking, and looking about him.
Rod.
I fansie I hear them still—Hark! what was that?
Mat.
Nothing but the Wind among the Leaves.—I have per∣form'd