SCENA IV.

Enter Leontius, Lieutenant, Gent.

1 Gent. There's the door, Lieutenant, if you dare do any thing.

Leo. Here's no man waits.

1 Gent. H' as given a charge that none shall, Nor none shall come within the hearing of him: Dare ye go forward?

Lieu. Let me put on my Skull first. My head's almost beaten into th' pap of an Apple. Are there no Guns i'th' door?

Leo. The Rogue will do it. And yet I know he has no Stomach to't.

Lieu. What loop-holes are there when I knock for stones, For those may pepper me? I can perceive none.

Leo. How he views the Fortification.

Lieu. Farewel Gentlemen, If I be kill'd—

Leo. We'll see thee buried bravely.

Lieu. Away, how should I know that then? I'll knock softly. Pray heaven he speak in a low voice now to comfort me: I feel I have no heart to't:—Is't well, Gentlemen? Colonel, my Troop—

Leo. A little louder.

Lieu. Stay, stay; Here is a window, I will see, stand wide. By —— he's charging of a Gun.

Leo. There's no such matter. There's no body in this room.

Lieu. O 'twas a fire-shovel: Now I'll knock louder; if he say who's there? As sure he has so much manners, then will I answer him So finely & demurely; my Troop Colonel— [knocks louder.

1 Gent. Knock louder, Fool, he hears not.

Lieu. You fool, do you. Do and you dare now.

1 Gent. I do not undertake it.

Lieu. Then hold your peace, and meddle with your own matters.

Leo. Now he will knock. [Knocks louder.

Lieu. Sir, Sir, will't please you hear Sir? Your Grace, I'll look again, what's that?

Leo. He's there now. Lord! How he stares! I ne'r yet saw him thus alter'd: Stand now, and take the Troop.

Lieu. Would I were in't, And a good horse under me: I must knock again, The Devil's at my fingers ends: he comes now. Now Colonel, if I live—

Leo. The Troop's thine own Boy.

Enter Demetrius, a Pistol.

Dem. What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine?

Lieu. Your Father would desire ye, Sir, to come to dinner.

Dem. Thou art no more.

Lieu. Now, now, now, now.

Dem. Poor Coxcomb: Why do I aim at thee? [Exit.

Leo. His fear has kill'd him.

Enter Leucippe with a Bowl.

2 Gent. I protest he's almost stiff: bend him and rub him, Hold his Nose close, you, if you be a woman, Help us a little: here's a man near perish'd.

Leu. Alas alas, I have nothing here about me. Look to my Bowl; I'll run in presently And fetch some water: bend him, and set him upwards.

Leo. A goodly man— [Exit. Here's a brave heart: he's warm again: you shall not Leave us i'th' lurch so, Sirrah.

2 Gent. Now he breaths too.

Leo. If we had but any drink to raise his Spirits. What's that i'th' Bowl? upon my life, good Liquor, She would not own it else.

1 Gent. He sees.

Leo. Look up Boy. And take this Cup, and drink it off; I'll pledge thee. Guide it to his mouth, he swallows heartily.

2 Gent. Oh! fear and sorrow's dry; 'tis off—

Leo. Stand up man.

Lieu. Am I not shot?

Leo. Away with him, and chear him: Thou hast won thy Troop.

Lieu. I think I won it bravely.

Leo. Go, I must see the Prince, he must not live thus; And let me hear an hour hence from ye. Well, Sir— [Exeunt Gent. and Lieu.

Enter Leucippe with water.

Leu. Here, here: where's the sick Gentleman?

Leo. He's up, and gone, Lady.

Leu. Alas, that I came so late.

Leo. He must still thank ye; Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort.

Leu. That in the Bowl?

Leo. Yes truly, very much comfort, He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily.

Leu. Did he drink it all?

Leo. All off.

Leu. The Devil choak him; I am undone: h'as twenty Devils in him; Undone for ever, left he none?

Leo. I think not.

Leu. No, not a drop: what shall become of me now? Had he no where else to swound? a vengeance swound him: Undone, undone, undone: stay, I can lye yet And swear too at a pinch, that's all my comfort. Look to him; I say look to him, & but mark what follows. [Ex.

Enter Demetrius.

Leo. What a Devil ails the Woman? here comes the Prince again, With such a sadness on his face, as sorrow, Sorrow her self but poorly imitates. Sorrow of Sorrows on that heart that caus'd it.

Dem. Why might she not be false and treacherous to me? And found so by my Father? she was a Woman, And many a one of that Sex, young and fair, As full of faith as she, have fallen, and foully.

Leo. It is a Wench! O that I knew the circumstance.

Dem. Why might not, to preserve me from this ruine, She having lost her honour, and abused me, My father change the forms o'th' coins, and execute His anger on a fault she ne'r committed, Only to keep me safe? why should I think so? She never was to me, but all obedience, Sweetness, and love.

Leo. How heartily he weeps now! I have not wept this thirty years, and upward; But now, if I should be hang'd I cannot hold from't It grieves me to the heart.

Dem. Who's that that mocks me?

Leo. A plague of him that mocks ye: I grieve truly, Truly, and heartily to see you thus, Sir: And if it lay in my power, gods are my witness, Who e'r he be that took your sweet peace from you; I am not so old yet, nor want I spirit—

Dem.No more of that, no more Leontius, Revenges are the gods: our part is sufferance: Farewell, I shall not see thee long.

Leo. Good Sir, tell me the cause, I know there is a woman in't; Do you hold me faithful? dare you trust your Souldier? Sweet Prince, the cause?

Dem. I must not, dare not tell it, And as thou art an honest man, enquire not.

Leo. Will ye be merry then?

Dem. I am wondrous merry.

Leo. 'Tis wondrous well: you think now this becomes ye. Shame on't, it does not, Sir, it shews not handsomely; If I were thus; you would swear I were an Ass straight; A wooden ass; whine for a Wench?

Dem. Prithee leave me.

Leo. I will not leave ye for a tit.

Dem. Leontius?

Leo. For that you may have any where for six pence, And a dear penny-worth too.

Dem. Nay, then you are troublesome.

Leo. Not half so troublesom as you are to your self, Sir; Was that brave Heart made to pant for a placket: And now i'th' dog-days too, when nothing dare love! That noble Mind to melt away and moulder For a hey nonny, nonny! Would I had a Glass here, To shew ye what a pretty toy ye are turn'd to.

Dem. My wretched Fortune.

Leo. Will ye but let me know her? I'll once turn Bawd: go to, they are good mens offices, And not so contemptible as we take 'em for: And if she be above ground, and a Woman; I ask no more; I'll bring her o' my back, Sir, By this hand I will, and I had as lieve bring the Devil, I care not who she be, nor where I have her; And in your arms, or the next Bed deliver her, Which you think fittest, and when you have danc'd your galliard.

Dem. Away, and fool to them are so affected: O thou art gone, and all my comfort with thee! Wilt thou do one thing for me?

Leo. All things i'th' World, Sir, Of all dangers.

Dem. Swear.

Leo. I will.

Dem. Come near me no more then.

Leo. How?

Dem. Come no more near me: Thou art a plague-sore to me. [Exit.

Leo. Give you good ev'n Sir; If you be suffer'd thus, we shall have fine sport. I will be sorry yet.

Enter 2 Gentlemen.

1 Gent. How now, how does he?

Leo. Nay, if I tell ye, hang me, or any man else That hath his nineteen wits; he has the bots I think, He groans, and roars, and kicks.

2 Gent. Will he speak yet?

Leo. Not willingly: Shortly he will not see a man; if ever I look'd upon a Prince so metamorphos'd, So juggl'd into I know not what, shame take me; This 'tis to be in love.

1 Gent. Is that the cause on't?

Leo. What is it not the cause of but bear-baitings? And yet it stinks much like it: out upon't; What giants, and what dwarffs, what owls and apes, What dogs, and cats it makes us? men that are possest with it, Live as if they had a Legion of Devils in 'em, And every Devil of a several nature; Nothing but Hey-pass, re-pass: where's the Lieutenant? Has he gather'd up the end on's wits again?

1 Gent. He is alive: but you that talk of wonders, Shew me but such a wonder as he is now.

Leo. Why? he was ever at the worst a wonder.

2 Gent. He is now most wonderful; a Blazer now, Sir.

Leo. What ails the Fool? and what Star reigns now Gentlemen We have such Prodigies?

2 Gent. 'Twill pose your heaven-hunters; He talks now of the King, no other language, And with the King as he imagines, hourly. Courts the King, drinks to the King, dies for the King, Buys all the Pictures of the King, wears the Kings colours.

Leo. Does he not lye i'th' King street too?

1 Gent. He's going thither, Makes prayers for the King, in sundry languages, Turns all his Proclamations into metre; Is really in love with the King, most dotingly, And swears Adonis was a Devil to him: A sweet King, a most comely King, and such a King—

2 Gent. Then down on's marrow-bones; O excellent King Thus he begins, Thou Light, and Life of Creatures, Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour; And so proceeds to incision: what think ye of this sorrow?

1 Gent. Will as familiarly kiss the King['s] horses As they pass by him: ready to ravish his footman.

Leo. Why, this is above Ela? But how comes this?

1 Gent. Nay that's to understand yet, But thus it is, and this part but the poorest, 'Twould make a man leap over the Moon to see him act these.

2 Gent. With sighs as though his heart would break: Cry like a breech'd boy, not eat a bit.

Leo. I must go see him presently, For this is such a gig, for certain, Gentlemen, The Fiend rides on a Fiddle-stick.

2 Gent. I think so.

Leo. Can ye guide me to him for half an hour? I am his To see the miracle.

1 Gent. We sure shall start him. [Exeunt.