_Nisus._ Madam, this noble care and love has won us For ever to your lives, we'll to the King, And since your Grace has put it in our mouths, We'll win him with the cunning'st words we can. _Dorial._ I was never cousen'd in a woman before. For commonly they are like Apples: If once they bruise They will grow rotten thorow, and serve for nothing but to asswage swellings. _Bac._ Good Lords delay no time, since 'tis your good Pleasures to think my counsell good, and by no means Let the Prince know it, whose affections Will stir mainly against it: besides his Father May hold him dangerous, if it be not carried So that his forward will appear not in it, Go, and be happy. _Dorial._ Well, I would not be Chronicl'd as thou Wilt be for a good woman, for all the world. _Nisus._ Madam, we kiss your hand, and so inspire. Nothing but happiness can crown our prayers. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quart[us]. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Leucippus, Ismenus._ _Leu._ And thus she has us'd me, is't not a good mother? _Ismenus._ Why kill'd you her not? _Leu._ The gods forbid it. _Ismenus._ S'light, if all the women i'th' world were barren, shee had dy'd. _Leuc._ But 'tis not reason directs thee thus. _Ismen._ Then have I none at all, for all I have in me Directs me: Your Father's in a pretty rage. _Leucippus._ Why? _Ismenus._ Nay, 'tis well, if he know himself, but some of the Nobility have deliver'd a petition to him: what's in't, I know not, but it has put him to his trumps: he has taken a months time to answer it, and chafes like himself. _Enter Leontius, Bacha, and Tellamon._ _Leu._ He's here _Ismenus_. _Leon._ Set me down _Tellamon_. _Leucippus._ _Leu._ Sir. _Bach._ Nay good Sir, be at peace, I dare swear he kn[ew] not of it. _Leon._ You are foolish: peace. _Bach._ All will go ill, deny it boldly Sir, trust me he cannot prove it by you. _Leu._ What? _Bach._ You'll make all worse too with your facing it. _Leuc._ What is the matter? _Leon._ Know'st thou that petition? Look on it well: wouldst thou be joyn'd with me (Unnaturall child to be weary of me) E'r Fate esteem me fit for other worlds. _Bac._ May be he knows not of it.