_Bacha._ Hell take you all, or if there be a place Of torment that exceeds that, get you thither: And till the devils have you, may your lives Be one continued plague, and such a one, That knows no friends nor ending. May all ages that shall succeed, curse you as I do: And if it be possible, I ask it heaven, That your base issues may be ever Monsters, That must for shame of nature and succession, Be drown'd like dogs. Would I had breath to [poyson] you. _Leu._ Would you had love within you, and such grief As might become a Mother: look you there, Know you that face? that was _Urania_: These are the fruits of those unhappy Mothers, That labour with such horrid births as you do: If you can weep, there's cause; poor innocent, Your wickedness has kill'd her: I'll weep for you. _Isme._ Monstrous woman, _Mars_ would weep at this, and yet she cannot. _Leu._ Here lies your Minion too, slain by my hand, I will not say you are the cause: yet certain, I know you were [to] blame, the gods forgive you. _Isme._ See, she stands as if she were inventing Some new destruction for the world. _Leu. Ismenus_, thou art welcome yet to my sad company. _Isme._ I come to make you somewhat sadder, Sir. _Leu._ You cannot, I am at the height already. _Isme._ Your Fathers dead. _Leu._ I thought so, Heaven be with him: Oh woman, woman, weep now or never, thou hast made more sorrows than we have eyes to utter. _Bac._ Now let Heaven fall, I am at the worst of evils, a thing so miserably wretched, that every thing, the last of humane comforts hath left me: I will not be so base and cold, to live and wait the mercies of these men I hate, no, 'tis just I die, since fortune hath left me, my step discent attends me: hand, strike thou home, I have soul enough to guide; and let all know, as I stood a Queen, the same I'll fall, and one with me. [_She stabs the Prince with a knife._ _Leu._ Ho. _Isme._ How do you, Sir? _Leu._ Nearer my health, than I think any here, my tongue begins to faulter: what is man? or who would be one, when he sees a poor weak woman can in an instant make him none. _Dor._ She is dead already. _Isme._ Let her be damn'd already as she is: post all for Surgeons. _Leu._ Let not a man stirr, for I am but dead: I have some few words which I would have you hear, And am afraid I shall want breath to speak 'em: First to you my Lords, you know _Ismenus_ is Undoubtedly Heir of _Lycia_, I do beseech you all, When I am dead, to shew your duties to him. _Lords._ We vow to do't. _Leu._ I thank you. Next to you Cosin _Ismenus_, that shall be the Duke, I pray you let the broken Image of _Cupid_ Be re-edified, I know all this is done by him. _Isme._ It shall be so.