_Leoc._ Alass there is No hope for me; that's _Theodosia_ And that her Brother, I am only sorry I was beholding to 'em; I will search Over the world, as careless of my fortunes, As they of me, till I can meet a curse To make these almost killing-sorrows worse. [_Exit._ _Theo._ Sir, as I live she ly'd, only to draw A just confession from you, which she hath A happy one for me, ask of this Lady, Ask of my Brother. _Eug._ Sir, she did dissemble, Your wound is nothing. _Phil. Leocadia_'s gone. [_Exit._ _Theo._ Rise up, and stir your self, 'tis but amazement And your imagination that afflicts you, Look you Sir now. _Mar._ I think 'tis so indeed. _Theo._ The Surgeons do not come, because they swear It needs no dressing. _Eug._ You shall talk with 'em Within, for your own fancy. _Mar._ Where's your Brother, and _Leocadia_? _Eug._ Within belike. _Mar._ I feel my self methinks as well as ever. _Eug._ Keep then your mind so too; I do forgive The fault you did to me; But here is one Must not be wrong'd hereafter. _Mar._ Neither shall she When I make jests of oaths again, or make My lust play with religion, when I leave To keep true joys for her, and yet within My self true sorrow for my passed deeds May I want grace, when I would fain repent, And find a great and sodain punishment. [_Exeunt._ _Actus V. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Philippo, Diego, _and_ Incubo. _Phil._ Where is mine Host, did not he see him neither? _Die._ Not I, i'faith Sir. _Phil._ Nor the muleter? _Inc._ Nay he is past seeing, unless it be in's sleep, By this time; all his visions were the pots, Three hours since Sir. _Phil._ Which way should she take? Nay, look you now; do you all stand still? good Heaven You might have lighted on him, now this instant? For loves sake see[k] him out, who ever find him I will reward his fortune as his diligence; Get all the Town to help, that will be hir'd, Their pains I'll turn to annual holiday, If it shall chance, but one bring word of her, Pray you about it. _Inc._ Her Sir? who do you mean? _Phil._ (I had forgot my self) the Page I meant That came along with us. _Die._ He you gave the clothes too? _Phil._ I ga' the clothes to; Rascal? _Die._ Nay good Sir. _Phi._ Why dost thou mention or upbraid my courtesies Slave? _Die._ For your honor Sir. _Phi._ Wretch; I was honor'd, That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death? Go, get, and find 'em out, or never see me, I shall betray my love e'r I possess it, Some Star direct me, or ill Planet strike me. [_Exit_ Phil. _Inc._ Best to divide. _Die._ I'll this way. _Inc._ And I this. _Die._ I, as you, find him for a _Real_.