_Leu._ Why if thou wilt not do't, I think thou dar'st not. _Isme._ I dare not: if you speak it in earnest, you are a Boy. _Leu._ Well Sir, if you dare, let me see you do't. _Isme._ Why so you shall, I will stay. _Leu._ Why God-a-mercy. _Isme._ You know I love you but too well. _Leu._ Now take these few directions: farewel, send to me by the wariest ways thou canst: I have a soul tells me we shall meet often. The gods protect thee. _Isme._ Pox o' my self for an ass, I'm crying now, God be with you, if I never see you again: why then pray get you gone, for grief and anger wonnot let me know what I say, I'll to the Court as fast as I can, and see the new Heir apparant. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Urania _and her Woman_. _Uran._ What hast thou found him? _Wo._ Madam, he is coming in. _Uran._ Gods bless my brother, wheresoe'er he is: And I beseech you keep me fro the bed Of any naughty Tyrant, whom my Mother Would ha me have to wrong him. _Enter_ Ismenus. _Isme._ What would her new Grace have with me? _Ura._ Leave us a while. My Lord _Ismenus_, [_Exit_[Wom.] I pray for the love of Heaven and God, That you would tell me one thing, which I know You can do weell. _Isme._ Where's her fain Grace? _Ura._ You know me well inough, but that you mock, I am she my sen. _Isme._ God bless him that shall be thy husband, if thou wear'st [breeches] thus soon, thou'lt be as impudent as thy Mother. _Ura._ But will you tell me this one thing? _Ism._ What is't? if it be no great matter whether I do or no, perhaps I will. _Ura._ Yes faith, 'tis matter. _Ism._ And what is't? _Ura._ I pray you let me know whaire the Prince my Brother is. _Ism._ I'faith you shan be hang'd first, is your Mother so foolish to think your good Grace can sift it out of me? _Ura._ If you have any mercy left i' you to a poor wench, tell me. _Ism._ Why wouldst [not thou] have thy brains beat out for this, to follow thy Mothers steps so young? _Ura._ But believe me, she knows none of this. _Ism._ Believe you? why do you think I never had wits? or that I am run out of them? how should it belong to you to know, if I could tell? _Ura._ Why I will tell you, and if I speak false Let the devil ha me: yonder's a bad man, Come from a Tyrant to my Mother, and what name They ha' for him, good faith I cannot tell. _Isme._ An Ambassador. _Ura._ That's it: but he would carry me away, And have me marry his Master; and I'll day E'r I will ha' him. _Ism._ But what's this to knowing where the Prince is? _Ura._ Yes: for you know all my Mother does: Agen the Prince is but to ma me great. _Ism._ Pray, I know that too well, what ten?