_Leu._ All you have nam'd but making of me sin With you, you may command, but never that; Say what you will, I'll hear you as becomes me, If you speak, I will not follow your counsell, Neither will I tell the world to your disgrace, But give you the just honor That is due from me to my Father's wife. _Bac._ Lord how full of wise formality you [are] grown Of late: but you were telling me You could have wisht that I had marry'd you, If you will swear so yet, I'll make away the King. _Leuc._ You are a strumpet. _Bacha._ Nay, I care not For all your Railings: They will Batter walls And take in Towns, as soon as trouble me: Tell him, I care not, I shall undoe you only, which is no matter. _Leu._ I appeal to you still, and for ever, that are And cannot be other, Madam, I see 'tis in your power To work your will on him: And I desire you To lay what trains you will for my wish'd death, But suffer him to find his quiet grave In peace; Alas he never did you wrong, And farther I beseech you pardon me, For the ill word I gave you, for how ever You may deserve, it became not me To call you so, but passion urges me I know not whither: my heart break now, & ease me ever. _Bacha._ Pray you get you hence With your goodly humor, I am weary of you extreamely: _Leu._ Trust me, so am I of my self too: Madam, I'll take my leave; gods set all right. _Bacha._ Amen, Sir, get you gon; Am I deny'd? it does not trouble me That I have mov'd, but that I am refus'd: I have lost my patience: I will make him know Lust is not Love, for Lust will find a mate While there are men, and so will I: and more _Enter_ Timantus. Than one, or twenty: yonder is _Timantus_, A fellow void of any worth, to raise himself, And therefore like to catch at any evil That will but pluck him up: him will I make Mine own: _Timantus_. _Timantus._ Madam? _Bac._ Thou know'st well Thou wert by chance, a means of this my raising: Brought the Duke to me, and though 'twere but chance I must reward thee. _Tim._ I shall bend my service unto your Highness. _Bacha._ But do it then entirely, and in every thing, And tell me, couldst thou now think that thing Thou wouldst not do for me? _Timant._ No by my soul Madam.