_Bac._ [Ha] ha, ha, I hope yet I shall come too late to find him. _Cornets._ Cupid _from above_. _Enter_ Leucippus, Urania: Leucippus _with a_ _bloody Handkerchief_. _Leu._ Alas poor boy, why dost thou follow me? What canst thou hope for? I am poor as thou art. _Ura._ In good feth I shall be weel and rich enough If you will love me, and not put me from you. _Leu._ Why dost thou choose out me Boy to undo thee? Alas, for pitty take another Master, That may be able to deserve thy love In breeding thee hereafter: me thou knowest not, More than my misery: and therefore canst not Look for rewards at my hands: would I were able My pretty knave, to doe thee any kindness: truly Good Boy, I would upon my faith, thy harmless Innocence moves me at heart: wilt thou goe Save thy self; why dost thou weep? Alas, I do not chide thee. _Ura._ I cannot tell if I go from you; Sir, I shall ne'er dawn day more: Pray if you can, I will be true to you: Let me wait on you: if I were a man, I would fight for you: Sure you have some ill-willers, I would slay [u]m. _Leu._ Such harmless souls are ever Prophets: well, I take thy wish, thou shalt be with me still: But prethee eat, [then] my good boy: Thou wilt die my child if thou fast one day more. This four daies thou hast tasted nothing: Goe into the Cave and eat: thou shalt find something for thee, to bring thy bloud again, and thy fair colour. _Ura._ I cannot eat, God thank you. But I'll eat to morrow. _Leu._ Thou't be dead by that time. _Ura._ I should be well then, for you will not love me. _Leu._ Indeed I will. This is the prettiest passion that e'er I felt yet: why dost thou look so earnestly upon me? _Ura._ You have fair eyes Master. _Leu._ Sure the boy dotes: why dost thou sigh my child? _Ura._ To think that such a fine man should live, and no gay Lady love him. _Leu._ Thou wilt love me? _Ura._ Yes sure till I die, and when I am in heaven, I'll e'en wish for you. _Leu._ And I'll come to thee boy. This is a Love I never yet heard tell of: come, thou art sleepy child; goe in, and I'll sit with thee: heaven what portends this? _Ura._ You are sad, but I am not sleepy, would I could do ought to make you merry: shall I sing? _Leu._ If thou wilt good Boy. Alas my boy, that thou shouldst comfort me, and art far worse than I! _Enter_ Timantus _with a Letter disguised_. _Ura._ Law Master, there's one, look to your [sen.]