_Leu._ Up, up again _Timantus_, There is no way but this, believe me. Now if--Fie, fie _Timantus_, is there no Usage can recover thee from baseness? wert thou Longer to converse with men, I would have chid Thee for this: be all thy faults forgiven. _Tim._ Oh spare me Sir, I am not fit for death. _Leu._ I think th[o]u art not, yet trust me, fitter than for life: Yet tell me e'r thy breath be gone, know'st of any other plots against me? _Tim._ Of none. _Leu._ What course wouldst thou have taken, when thou hadst kill'd me? _Tim._ I would have ta'en your Page, and married her. _Leu._ What Page? _Tim._ Your boy there. [_Dies._ [Urania _sounds_. _Leu._ Is he fall'n mad in death, what does he mean? Some good god help me at the worst: how dost thou? Let not thy misery vex me, thou shalt have What thy poor heart can wish: I am a Prince, And I will keep thee in the gayest cloaths, And the finest things, that ever pretty boy had given him. _Ura._ I know you well enough, Feth I am dying, and now you know all too. _Leu._ But stir up thy self; look what a Jewel here is, See how it glisters: what a pretty shew Will this make in thy little ear? ha, speak, Eat but a bit, and take it. _Ura._ Do you not know me? _Leu._ I prethee mind thy health: why that's well said my good boy, smile still. _Ura._ I shall smile till death an I see you, I am _Urania_, your Sister-in-law. _Leu._ How? _Ura._ I am _Urania_. _Leu._ Dulness did seize me, now I know thee well; Alas, why cam'st thou hither? _Ura._ Feth for love, I would not let you know till I was dying; for you could not love me, my Mother was so naught. _Leu._ I will love thee, or any thing: what? wilt Thou leave me as soon as I know thee? Speak one word to me: alas she's past it, She will ne'er speak more. What noise is that? it is no matter who _Enter_ Ismenus _with the Lords_. Comes on me now. What worse than mad are you That seek out sorrows? if you love delights Begone from hence. _Isme._ Sir, for you we come, as Soldiers to revenge the wrongs you have suffer'd under this naughty creature: what shall be done with her? say, I am ready. _Leu._ Leave her to Heaven, brave Cosin, they shall tell her how she has sinn'd against 'em, my hand shall never be stain'd with such base bloud: live wicked Mother: that reverend Title be your pardon, for I will use no extremity against you, but leave you to Heaven.