_Leu._ What art thou that in this dismal place, Which nothing could find out but misery, Thus boldly stepst? Comfort was never here, Here is no food, nor beds, nor any house Built by a better Architect than beasts; And e'r you get dwelling from one of them, You must fight for it: if you conquer him, He is your meat: if not, you must be his. _Tim._ I come to you (for if I not mistake, you are the Prince) from that most Noble Lord _Ismenus_ with a Letter. _Ura._ Alas, I fear I shall be discover'd now. _Leu._ Now I feel my self the poorest of all mortal things. Where is he that receives such courtesies But he has means to shew his gratefulness Some way or other? I have none at all: I know not how to speak so much as well Of thee, but to these trees. [Leucippus _opening the Letter, the whilst_ Timantus _runs at him, and_ Urania _steps before_. _Tim._ His Letters speak him, Sir-- _Ura._ Gods keep me but from knowing him till I die: aye me, sure I cannot live a day, Oh thou foul Traitor: How do you Master? _Leu._ How dost thou my child? alas, look on [t]his, it may make thee repentant, to behold those innocent drops that thou hast drawn from thence. _Ura._ 'Tis nothing Sir, and you be well. _Tim._ Oh pardon me, know you me now, Sir? _Leu._ How couldst thou find me out? _Tima._ We intercepted a Letter from _Ismenus_, and the bearer directed me. _Leu._ Stand up _Timantus_ boldly, The world conceives that thou art guilty Of divers treasons to the State and me: But oh far be it from the innocence Of a just man, to give a Traitor death Without a tryal: here the Countrey is not To purge thee or condemn thee; therefore A nobler trial than thou dost deserve, Rather than none at all, here I accuse thee Before the face of Heaven, to be a Traitor Both to the Duke my Father and to me, and the Whole Land: speak, is it so or no? _Tima._ 'Tis true Sir, pardon me. _Leu._ Take heed _Timantus_ how thou dost cast away thy self, I must proceed to execution hastily if thou confess it: speak once againe, is it so or no? _Tima._ I am not guilty, Sir. [_Fight here: the Prince gets his_ _sword, and gives it him._ _Leu._ Gods and thy sword acquit thee, here it is. _Tima._ I will not use any violence against your Highness. _Leu._ At thy peril then, for this must be thy trial: and from henceforth look to thy self. [Timantus _draws his sword, and runs_ _at him when he turns aside_. _Tim._ I do beseech you, Sir, let me not fight.