_Tim._ Sir, all I know, my duty must reveal, My Countrey and my Love command it from me, For whom I'll lay my life down: this night coming, A Counsel is appointed by the Duke, To sit about your apprehension: If you dare trust my faith: which by all good things Shall ever watch about you: goe along, And to a place I'll guide you: where no word Shall scape without your hearing, nor no plot Without discovering to you, which once known, you have your answers and prevention. _Ism._ You are not so mad to goe; shift off this fellow, you shall be rul'd once by a wise man: Ratsbane get you gone, or-- _Leu._ Peace, peace for shame, thy love is too suspitious, 'tis a way offer'd to preserve my life, and I will take it: be my Guide _Timantus_ and do not mind this angry man, thou know'st him: I may live to requite thee. _Tim._ Sir, this service is done for virtues sake, not for reward, however he may hold me. _Ism._ The great pox on you: but thou hast that curse so much, 'twill grow a blessing in thee shortly. Sir, for wisdoms sake court not your death, I am your friend and subject, and I shall lose in both: if I lov'd you not, I would laugh at you, and see you run your neck into the noose, and cry a Woodcock. _Leu._ So much of man, and so much fearful; fie, prethee have peace within thee: I shall live yet many a golden day to hold thee here dearest and nearest to me: Go on _Timantus_, I charge you by your love no more, no more. [_Exeunt_ Leu. Tim. _Ism._ Goe, and let your own rod whip you: I pity you. And dog, if he miscarry thou shalt pay for't, I'll study for thy punishment, and it shall last Longer and sharper than a tedious Winter, Till thou blasphem'st, and then thou diest and damn'st. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Leontius _and_ Tellamon. _Leon._ I wonder the Dutchess comes not. _Tel._ She has heard, Sir, your Will to speak with her: But there is something leaden at her heart; (Pray God it be not mortal) that even keeps her From conversation with her self. _Enter the Dutchess._ _B._ Oh whither will you my cross affections pull me? Fortune, Fate, and you whose powers direct our actions, And dwell within us: you that are Angels Guiding to virtue, wherefore have you given So strong a hand to evil? wherefore suffer'd A Temple of your own, you Deities Where your fair selves dwelt only, and your goodness Thus to be soyl'd with sin? _Leon._ Heaven bless us all. From whence comes this distemper? speak my fair one.