_Leu._ But I have found A kind of love in her to me: alas, Think of her death! I dare be sworn for her, She is as free from any hate to me As her bad Mother's full. She was brought up I'th' Countrey, as her tongue will let you know _Enter_ Urania. If you but talk with her, with a poor Uncle, Such as her Mother had. _Ism._ She's come again. _Ura._ I would fene speak to the good Marquess my brother, if I but thought he could abaid me. _Leu._ Sister, how do you? _Ura._ Very well I thank you. _Ism._ How does your good Mother? _Leu._ Fie, fie, _Ismenus_ for shame, mock such an innocent soul as this. _Ura._ Feth a she be no good, [G]od may her so. _Leu._ I know you wish it with your heart dear Sister, but she is good I hope. _Ism._ Are you so simple, to make so much of this? Do you not know, That all her wicked Mother labours for, is but to raise Her to your right, and leave her this Dukedom? _Ura._ I, but ne'r Sir be afred; For though she take th' ungain'st weas she can, I'll ne'er ha't fro' you. _Leu._ I should hate my self _Ismenus_; If I should think of her simplicity, Ought but extreamly well. _Ism._ Nay, as you will. _Ura._ And though she be my Mother, If she take any caurse to do you wrong, If I can see't, youst quickly hear on't Sir: And so I'll take my leave. _Leu._ Farewel good Sister, I thank you. [_Exit_ Urania. _Ism._ You believe all this. _Leu._ Yes. _Enter_ Timantus. _Ism._ A good faith doth well, but methinks It were no hard matter now, for her Mother to send her: Yonder's one you may trust if you will too. _Leu._ So I will, if he can shew me as apparent signs Of truth as she did; Does he weep _Ismenus_? _Ism._ Yes, I think so: some good's happen'd I warrant: Do you hear, you? What honest man has scap'd misery, that [you are] crying thus? _Tim._ Noble _Ismenus_, where's the Prince? _Ism._ Why there! hast wept thine eyes out? _Tim._ Sir, I beseech you hear me. _Leu._ Well, speak on. _Ism._ Why, will you hear him? _Leu._ Yes _Ismenus_, why? _Ism._ I would hear blasphemy as willingly. _Leu._ You are [to] blame. _Tim._ No Sir: he is not to blame: If I were as I was. _Ism._ Nor as thou art, yfaith awhit [to] blame. _Leu._ What's your business? _Tim._ Faith Sir, I am ashamed to speak before you, My conscience tells me I have injur'd you, And by the earnest instigation Of others, have not done you to the King Always the best and friendliest offices; Which pardon me, or I will never speak. _Ism._ Never pardon him and silence a knave. _Leu._ I pardon thee. _Tim._ Your Mother sure is naught. _Leu._ Why shouldst thou think so?