_Theo._ Good Sir be patient, I have done no fault Worthy this banishment. _Phil._ Yes _Leocadia_, The Lady so distress'd, who was content To lay her story, and to lay her heart As open as her story to your self, Who was content, that I should know her Sex, Before dissembl'd and to put her self Into my conduct, whom I undertook Safely to guard, is in this Tumult lost. _Theo._ And can I help it Sir? _Phil._ No, would thou couldst, You might have done, but for that zeald religion You women bear to swownings, you do pick Your times to faint when some body is by: Bound or by nature, or by love, or service To raise you from that well dissembled death: Inform me but of one that has been found Dead in her private chamber by her self, Where sickness would no more forbear, than here, And I will quit the rest for her. _Theo._ I know not What they may do, and how they may dissemble; But by my troth, I did not. _Phil._ By my troth, Would I had try'd; would I had let thee layn, And followed her. _Theo._ I would you had done so Rather, than been so angry: where's _Antonio_? _Phil._ Why do'st thou vex me with these questions? I'll tell thee where, he's carried to the Galleys, There to be chain'd, and row, and beat, and row With knotted ropes, and pizzels; if he swound, He has a dose of bisket. _Theo._ I am glad He is alive. _Phil._ Was ever man thus troubled, Tell me where _Leocadia_ is? _Theo._ Good brother be not so hasty, and I think I can: You found no error in me, when I first Told you she was a woman, and believe me Something I have found out, which makes me think, Nay, almost know so well, that I durst swear She follow'd hurt _Antonio_. _Phil._ What do we _Enter the Governor, two Attendants, and the Townsmen._ Then lingring here; we will aboard the Galleys And find her. _Gov._ Made he a shot into the Town? _1. Attend._ He did Sir. _Gov._ Call back those Gentlemen. _1. Attend._ The Governor, commands you back. _Phil._ We will obey him Sir. _Gov._ You gave him cause to shoot; I know, he is So far from rash offence, and holds with me Such curious friendship: could not one of you Have call'd me while 'twas doing, such an uproar, Before my dore too? _1. Towns._ By my troth Sir, we were so busy in the publick cause, of our own Private falling out: that we forgot it: at home we see now You were not, but as soon as the shot made us fly, we ran Away as fast as we could to seek your honor. _Gov._ 'Twas gravely done; but no man tells the cause Or chance, or what it was that made you differ. _1. Towns._ For my part Sir, if there were any that I knew Of, the shot drove it out of my head, do you know any neighbours? _All._ Not we, not we.