Bra.
It is too true an evil. Gone she is,
And what's to come of my despised time,
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,
Where didst thou see her? oh unhappy girl!
With the Moor, saist thou! who would be a father?
How didst thou know 'twas she? oh she deceives me

Past thought—What said she to you? get more tapers—
Raise all my kindred—are they married, think you?

Rod.
Truly I think they are.

Bra.
Oh heaven! how gat she out?
Oh treason of my blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters minds
By what you see them act. Are there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? have you not read, Rodorigo,
Of some such thing?

Rod.
Yes, Sir, I have indeed.

Bra.
Call up my brothers; oh would you had had her!
Some one way, some another—Do you know
Where we may apprehend her, and the Moor?

Rod.
I think I can discover him, if you please
To get good guard, and go along with me.

Bra.
Pray you lead on. At every house I'll call,
I may command at most; get weapons, hoa!
And raise some special officers of ^{d note}might:
On, good Rodorigo, I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.

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