_Tim._ Oh noble, Sir, your honest eyes perceive not The dangers you are led to; shame upon her, And what fell miseries the gods can think on Shower down upon her wicked head, she has plotted I know too well your death: would my poor life Or thousand[s] such as mine is, might be offer'd Like sacrifices up for your preserving, What free oblations would she have to glut her, But she is merciless, and bent to ruin; If heaven and good men step not to your rescue, And timely, very timely: Oh this Dukedom! I weep, I weep for the poor Orphans i'th' Countrey Left with but Friends or Parents. _Leu._ Now _Ismenus_, what think you of this fellow? This was a lying knave, a flatterer, Does not this Love still shew him so. _Ism._ This Love? this Halter: if he prove not yet The cunning'st rankest rogue that ever Canted, I'll never see man again: I know him to bring, And can interpret every new face he makes; Look how he wrings like a good stool for a tear: Take heed, Children and Fools First feel the smart, Then weep. _Leu._ Away, away, such an unkind distrust, Is worse than a dissembling, if it be one, And sooner leads to mischief, I believe it, And him an honest man: he could not carry Under an evil cause, so true a sorrow. _Ism._ Take heed, this is your Mothers scorpion, That carries stings even in his tears, Whose soul is a rank poison through: Touch Not at him, if you do, you are gone, if you had twenty Lives: I knew him for a Roguish boy, when He would poison Dogs, and keep tame Toads, He lay with his Mother, and infected her, and now She begs i'th' Hospital, with a patch of Velvet, Where her Nose stood: like the Queen of Spades. And all her teeth in her purse, the Devil and this Fellow are so near, 'Tis not yet known which is the eviler Angel. _Leu._ Nay, then I see 'tis spite: Come hither friend. Hast thou not heard the cause yet that incens'd my Mother to my death, for I protest I feel none in my self? _Tim._ Her Will Sir, and Ambition, as I think, Are the provokers of it, as in Women, Those two are ever powerful to destruction, Beside a hate of your still growing virtues, She being only wicked. _Leu._ Heavens defend me as I am innocent, And ever have been from all immoderate thoughts and Actions, that carry such rewards along w[i]th 'em.