_Inc._ 'Tis done. _Die._ My course is now directly to some Pie-house I know the Pages compass. _Inc._ I think rather The smock-side o'th' Town, the surer harbor At his years to put in. _Die._ If I do find The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now. _Inc._ I by the tail, yet I as you. _Die._ No more. [_E_]_xeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Philippo. _Phi._ Dear _Leocadia_, where canst thou be fled Thus like a spirit hence? and in a moment? What cloud can hide thee from my following search If yet thou art a body? sure she hath not Tane any house? she did too late leave one Where all humanity of a place receiv'd her, And would, (if she had staid) have help'd to right The wrong her fortune did her; yet she must Be [inter'd] somewhere, or be found, no street, Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry: If her despair had ravish'd her to air She could not yet be ratified so But some of us should meet her? though their eyes Perhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine would Strike out a lightning for her, and divide A mist as thick as ever darkness was, Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye, Lye grosly that say love is blind; by him, And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierce Through Ivory, as cleer as it were horn, And reach his object. _Enter_ Incubo. _Inc._ Sir, he's found, he's found. _Phi._ Ha? where? But reach that happy Note again And let it relish truth, thou art an Angel. _Inc._ He's here; fast by Sir, calling for a Boat To go aboard the Gallies. _Phi._ Where, where; hold thee. [_Exit._ _Inc._ He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for't, If he had had the wit t' have gone from's word, These direct men, they are no men of fashion, Talk what you will, this is a very smelt. [_Exit._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Leonardo _with a Surgeon._ _Leo._ Upon your Art Sir, and your faith to assist it Shall I believe you then his wound's not mortal? _Surg._ Sir, 'tis not worth your question; less your fear. _Leo._ You doe restore me Sir, I pray you accept This small remembrance of a fathers thanks For so assur'd a benefit. _Surg._ Excuse me. _Leo._ Sir, I can spare it, and must not believe But that your fortune may receiv't, except You'ld ha' me think you live not by your practice. _Sur._ I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.