_Tim._ By no means Sir, rather, make more your love, And hold your favor to him: for 'tis now Impossible to yoke him, if his thoughts, As I must ne'er believe, run with their rages, He never was so innocent, but what reason His Grace has to withdraw his love from me, And other good men that are near your person, I cannot yet find out: I know my duty Has ever been attending. _Leon._ 'Tis too plain: He means to play the villain, I'll prevent him, not a word more of this, be private. [_Exit Leontius._ _Tim._ Madam 'tis done. _Bac._ He cannot escape me. Have you spoken with the noble men? _Tim._ Yes Madam they are here: I wait a farther service. _Bac._ Till [you see] the Prince, you need no more instructions. _Tim._ No, I have it. [_Exit Timantus._ _Enter Dorialus, Nisus, Agenor._ _Bac._ That fool that willingly provoks a woman, Has made himself another evill Angell, And a new Hell, to which all other torments Are but mere pastime: Now my noble Lords, You must excuse me, that unmannerly We have broke your private business. _Agen._ Your good Grace may command us, and that. _Bac._ Faith my Lord _Agenor_: 'Tis so good a cause I am confident, you cannot loose by it. _Dorialus._ Which way does she fish now? The devill is but a fool to a right woman. _Nisus._ Madam, we must needs win in doing service to such a gracious Lady. _Bac._ I thank you, and will let you know the business: So I may have your helps, never be doubtfull, For 'tis so just a cause, and will to you Upon the knowledge seem so honorable, That I assure my self your willing hearts Will strait be for me in it. _Age._ If she should prove good now, what wer't like? _Dorial._ Thunder in _Januarie_, or a good woman, That's stranger than all _Affrick_. _Bac._ It shall not need your wonder, this it is: The Duke you know is old, and rather subject To ease and prayers now, than all those troubles, Cares, and continuall watchings, that attend A Kingdomes safety, therefore to prevent The fall of such a flourishing Estate As this has [ever] been, and to put off The murmure of the people that encrease Against my government, which the gods knows I onely feel the trouble of: I present The Prince unto your loves, a Gent. In whom all Excellencies are knit together, All peeces of a true man, let your prayers Win from the Duke half his Vexation, That he may undertake it, whose discretion I must confess, though it be from the Father, Yet now is stronger, and more apt to govern. 'Tis not my own desire, but all the Lands, I know the weakeness of it.