_Leoc._ Sir, they will not come, If they should dress you, you would dye they say Ere one would tell twenty; trouble not your mind, Keep your head warm, and do not stir your body, And you may live an hour. _Mar._ Oh heavens, an hour? Alass, it is to[o] little t[o] remember But half the wrongs that I have done; how short Then for contrition, and how least of all For satisfaction? _Leo._ But you desire To satisfie? _Mar._ Heaven knows I do. _Leo._ Then know That I am he, or she, or what you will Most wrong'd by you; your _Leocadia_, I know you must remember me. _Mar._ Oh heaven! _Le[o]._ That lost her friends, that lost her fathers house, That lost her fame in loosing of her Sex, With these strange garments, there is no excuse To hinder me, it is within your power To give me satisfaction; you have time Left in this little piece of life to do it: Therefore I charge you for your conscience sake, And for our fame, which I would fain have live When both of us are dead, to celebrate That Contract; which you have both seal'd and sworn Yet ere you dye, which must be hastily Heaven knows. _Mar._ Alass, the sting of conscience To death-ward for our faults; draw nearer all And hear what I unhappy man shall say; First Madam I desire your pardon; next (I feel my spirits fail me) Gentlemen Let me shake hands with you, and let's be friends, For I have done wrong upon wrong so thick I know not where, that every man methinks Should be mine enemy; Forgive me both. Lastly 'tis true (oh I do feel the power Of death seize on me) that I was contracted By seal and oath to _Leocadia_; (I must speak fast, because I fear my life Will else be shorter than my speech would be) But 'tis impossible to satisfie You _Leocadia_, but by repentance, Though I can dyingly, and boldly say I know not your dishonor, yet that was Your virtue, and not mine, you know it well; But herein lies th' impossibility, O _Theodosia_, _Theodosia_ I was betroth'd to _Theodosia_ Before I ever saw thee; heaven forgive me She is my wife this half hour whilst I live. _Theo._ That's I, that's I, I'm _Theodosia_, Hear me a little now, who have not suffer'd Disgrace at all methinks, since you confess What I so long have sought for, here is with me _Philippo_ too my Brother. _Mar._ I am glad; All happiness to him; come let me kiss thee Beg pardon of that Maid for my offence, And let me farther, with a dying breath Tell in thine ear the rest of my desires. _Eug._ I am afraid they will all four turn women If we hold longer talk.