Duke.
Can it be possible that no man saw them?

Lord.
My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses that she secretly o'er-heard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler,
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.

Duke.
Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither;

And let not search and inquisition quail,
To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.

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