_Rod_. These, Pedro, are your confiding men--
_2 Serv_. I think them still so.
_Rod_. Would I were from them.
_2 Serv_. 'Tis impossible
To attempt it now; you have not strength enough
To walk.
_Rod_. That venture must be mine: We're lost,
If we stay here to-morrow.
_2 Serv_. I hope better.
_1 Serv_. One whom I saw among 'em, to my knowledge,
Is a notorious robber.
_2 Serv_. He looked so like a gentleman, I could
not know him then.
_Rod_. What became of Julia when I fell?
_1 Serv_. We left her weeping over you, till we
Were beaten off; but she, and those with her,
Were gone when we returned.
_Rod_. Too late I find,
I wronged her in my thoughts. I'm every way
A wretched man:--
Something we must resolve on, ere we sleep;
Draw in the bed, I feel the cold.
[_Bed drawn in. Exeunt_.
SCENE II.
_Enter GONSALVO, MANUEL, HIPPOLITO and
AMIDEO_.
_Hip_. Nay, 'tis too true; for, peeping through a chink,
I saw Don Roderick lying on a bed,
Not dead, as we supposed, but only hurt;
So waited on as spoke him master here.
_Man_. Was there ever so fatal an adventure!
To fly into that very ship, for refuge,
Where the only person, we would shun, commands!
This mischief is so strange, it could not happen,
But was the plot and juggle of our fate,
To free itself, and cast the blame on us.
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