_Isme. Timantus_, a pox take him, would I had him here, I would kill him at his own weapon single, sithes we have built enough on him: plague on't, I'm out of all patience: discharge such an Army as this, that would have followed you without paying, Oh gods! _Leu._ To what end should I keep 'em? I am free. _Isme._ Yes, free o'th' Traitors, for you are proclaim'd one. _Leu._ Should I therefore make my self one? _Isme._ This is one of your moral Philosophy, is it? Heaven bless me from subtilties to undoe my self with: But I know, if reason her self were here, She would not part with her own safety. _Leu._ Well, pardon _Ismenus_, for I know My courses are most just; nor will I stain 'em With one bad action; for thy self thou know'st, That though I may command thee, I shall be A ready servant to thee if thou needst: and so I'll take my leave. _Isme._ Of whom? _Leu._ Of thee. _Isme._ Heart, you shall take no leave of me. _Leu._ Shall I not? _Isme._ No, by the gods shall you not: nay, if you have no more wit but to goe absolutely alone, I'll be in a little. _Leu._ Nay, prethee good _Ismenus_ part with me. _Isme._ I wonnot i'faith, never move it any more; for by this good light I wonnot. _Leu._ This is an ill time to be thus unruly: _Ismenus_. You must leave me. _Isme._ Yes, if you can beat me away: else the gods refuse me if I will leave you till I see more reason; you sha'nt undoe your self. _Leu._ But why wilt not leave me? _Isme._ Why I'll tell you: Because when you are gone, then--life, if I have not forgot my reason--hell take me: you put me out of patience so: Oh! marry when you are gone, then will your Mother (a pox confound her) she never comes in my head, but she spoils my memory too: there are a hundred reasons. _Leu._ But shew me one. _Isme._ Shew you; what a stir here is; why I will shew you: Do you think; well, well, I know what I know, I pray come, come. 'Tis in vain: but I am sure. Devils take 'em; what do I meddle with 'em? You know your self. Soul, I think I am: is there any man i'th' world? as if you knew not this already better than I. Pish, pish, I'll give no reason. _Leu._ But I will tell thee one, why thou shouldst stay: I have not one friend in the Court but thou, On whom I may be bold to trust to send me Any intelligence: and if thou lov'st me Thou wilt do this, thou needst not fear to stay, For there are new-come Proclamations out, Where all are pardon'd but my self. _Isme._ 'Tis true, and in the same Proclamation, your fine Sister _Urania_, whom you us'd so kindly, is proclaim'd Heir apparent to the Crown. _Leu._ What though, thou mayst stay at home without danger. _Isme._ Danger, hang danger, what tell you me of danger?