_Serv_. Your growth, and your long absence in the Indies,
Have altered you so much, he'll scarcely know you.
_Gons_. I'm sure I should not him, and less my sister;
Who, when I with my uncle went this voyage,
Was then one of those little prating girls,
Of whom fond parents tell such tedious stories:
Well, go you back.
_Serv_. I go, sir.
_Gons_. And take care
None of the seamen slip ashore.
_Serv_. I shall, sir. [_Exit Servant_.
_Gons_. I'll walk a little while among these trees,
Now the fresh evening air blows from the hills,
And breathes the sweetness of the orange flowers
Upon me, from the gardens hear the city.
_Robbers within_.
_1 Rob_. I say, make sure, and kill him.
_Hip_. For heaven's dear sake have pity on my youth.
[_Within_.
_Gons_. Some violence is offered in the wood
By robbers to a traveller: Whoe'er
Thou art, humanity obliges me
To give thee succour.
_Hip_. Help! ah cruel men! [_Within_.
_Gons_. This way, I think, the voice came; 'tis not far. [_Exit_.
_The_ SCENE _draws, and discovers_ HIPPOLITO _bound to a
tree, and two Robbers by him with drawn swords_.
_2 Rob_. Strip him, and let him go.
_1 Rob_. Dispatch him quite; off with his doublet quickly.
_Hip_. Ah me, unfortunate!
_Enter_ GONSALVO, _seizes the sword of one of them, and runs
him through; then, after a little resistance, disarms the other_.
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