_Leo._ I crave your love and friendship, and require As I have made now, both my self and business A portion of your care, you will but bring me Under the person of a call'd assistant To his next opening, where I may but see him, And utter a few words to him in private, And you will merit me; for I am loth Since here I have not to appear my self, Or to be known unto the Governor, Or make a tumult of my purpose. _Surg._ Neither I hope will be your need Sir; I shall bring you Both there, and off again without the hazard. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Quarta._ _Enter_ Philippo, _and_ Leocadia. _Ph._ Will you not hear me! _Leo._ I have heard so much Will keep me deaf for ever; No, _Mark-antonio_ After thy sentence, I may hear no more, Thou hast pronounc'd me dead. _Phi._ Appeal to reason, She will reprieve you from the power of grief, Which rules but in her absence; Hear me say A soveraign message from her, which in duty, And love to your own safety, you ought hear: Why do you strive so? whither would you flie? You cannot wrest your self away from care You may from counsel; you may shift your place But not your person; and another Clyme Makes you no other. _Leo._ Oh. _Phi._ For passions sake, (Which I do serve, honor, and love in you) If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would vary A sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here. No shade, no desart, darkness, nor the grave Shall be more equal to your thoughts than I, Only but hear me speak. _Leo._ What would you say? _Phi._ That which shall raise your heart, or pull down mine, Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own; We must have both one balsome, or one wound, For know (lov'd fair) since the first providence Made me your rescue, I have read you through, And with a wondring pity look'd on you, I have observ'd the method of your blood, And waited on it even with sympathy Of a like Red, and Paleness in mine own; I knew which blush was angers, which was loves, Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth: And could distinguish honor from disdain In every change: and you are worth my study; I saw your voluntary misery Sustain'd in travel: A disguis'd Maid Wearied with seeking: and with finding lost, Neglected, where you hop'd most, or put by; I saw it, and have laid it to my heart, And though it were my Sister which was righted, Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature, Could not be glad, where I [was] bound to triumph; My care for you, so drown'd respect of her; Nor did I only apprehend your bonds, But studied your release: and for that day Have I made up a ransom, brought [you] health Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury Please you apply it to the grief; my self. _Leo._ Humph.