There's some good matter now in hand: How the slave jeers and grins; the Duke is pleas'd, There's a new pair of Scarlet Hose now, and as much Money to spare, as will fetch the old from pawn, a Hat and a Cloak to goe out to morrow: Garters and Stockings come by nature. _Leon._ Be sure of this. _Tima._ I durst not speak else, Sir. _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ _Cornets. Descend_ Cupid. _Cupid. Leucippus_ thou art shot through with a shaft That will not rankle long, yet sharp enough To sow a world of helpless misery-- In this [happie] Kingdom, dost thou think Because thou art a Prince, to make a part Against my power, but it is all the fault Of thy old Father, who believes [his] age Is cold enough to quench my burning Darts, But he shall know e'r long, that my smart loose, Can thaw Ice, and inflame the wither'd heart Of _Nestor_, thou thy self art lightly struck, But his mad love, shall publish that the rage Of _Cupid_, has the power to conquer Age. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Bacha, _and_ Leucippus, Bacha, _a Handkerchief_. _Leu._ Why, what's the matter? _Bacha._ Have you got the spoil You thirsted for? Oh tyrannie of men! _Leu._ I pray thee leave. _Bacha._ Your envy is, Heaven knows, Beyond the reach of all our feeble sex: What pain alas, could it have been to you, If I had kept mine honor? you might still Have been a Prince, and still this Countreys Heir, That innocent Guard which I till now had kept, For my defence, my virtue, did it seem So dangerous in a State, that your self came to suppress it? _Leu._ Drie thine eyes again, I'll kiss thy tears away, This is but folly, 'tis past all help. _Bacha._ Now you have won the treasure, 'Tis my request that you would leave me thus: And never see these empty Walls again, I know you will do so, and well you may: For there is nothing in 'em that's worth A glance, I loath my self, and am become Another Woman; One methinks with whom I want acquaintance. _Leu._ If I do offend thee, I can be gone, And though I love thy sight, so highly do I prize thine own content, that I will leave thee. _Bac._ Nay, you may stay now; You should have gone before: I know not now Why I should fear you: All I should have kept Is stol'n: Nor is it in the power of man To rob me farther: if you can invent, Spare not; No naked man fears robbing less Than I doe: now you may for ever stay. _Leu._ Why, I could do thee farther wrong. _Bac._ You have a deeper reach in evill than I: 'Tis past my thoughts. _Leu._ And past my will to act: but trust me I could do it. _Bac._ Good Sir do, that I may know there is a wrong beyond what you have done me. _Leu._ I could tell all the world what thou hast done.