_Bacha._ I understand you not, Love I adore thee, Sir, on my knees I give you hearty thanks, for so much Honoring your humble Hand-mayd above her birth: Far more her weak deservings, I dare not trust the Envious tongues of all that must repine at my unworthy rising. Beside, you have many fair ones in your Kingdome Born to such worth: O turn your self about And make a Noble choice. _Leon._ If I do, let me famish: I will have thee, Or break up house, and boord here. _Bac._ Sir, you may command an unwilling woman to obey ye: but heaven knows-- _Leon._ No more: these half a dozen kisses, and this Jewell, and every thing I have, and away with me, and clap it up; and have a boy by morning _Timantus_. let one be sent post for my son again: and for _Ismenus_, they are scarce twenty miles on their way yet, by that time we'll be married. _Tima._ There shall Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertii. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Dorialus, Agenor, Nisus._ _Nisus._ Is not this a fine marriage? _Agenor._ Yes, yes, let it alone. _Dor._ I, I, the King may marry whom's list, let's talk of other matters. _Nis._ Is the _Prince_ coming home certainly? _Dor._ Yes, yes, he was sent post for yesterday, lets make haste we'll see how his new Mother-in-law will entertain him. _Nis._ Why well I warrant you: did you not mark how humbly she carried her self to us on her marriage day, acknowledging her own unworthiness, and that she would be our servant. _Dor._ But mark what's done. _Nis._ Regard not shew. _Age._ O God! I knew her when I have been off'red her to be brought to my bed for five [pound]: whether it could have been perform'd or no, I know not. _Nis._ Her Daughters a pretty Lady. _Dor._ Yes: and having had but mean bringing up, it talks the pretilest and innocentliest, the Queen will be so angry to hear her betray her breeding by her language: but I am perswaded she's well dispos'd. _Agenor._ I think better than her Mother. _Nis._ Come, we stay too long. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Leucippus, and Ismenus._ _Isme._ How now man, strook dead with a tale? _Leu._ No, but with a truth. _Isme._ Stand [of] your self: can you endure blows, and shrink at words? _Leu._ Thou knowst I have told thee all. _Isme._ But that all's nothing to make you thus: your Sisters dead. _Leu._ That's much, but not the most. _Isme._ Why, for the other let her marry and hang, 'tis no purpos'd fault of yours: and if your Father will needs have your cast Whore, you shall shew the duty of a child better in being contented, and bidding much good doe his good old heart with her, than in repining thus at it; let her go: what, there are more wenches man, we'll have another.