ll run in presently
And fetch some water: bend him, and set him upwards.

_Leo_. A goodly man-- [_Exit._
Here's a brave heart: he's warm again: you shall not
Leave us i'th' lurch so, Sirrah.

_2 Gent_. Now he breaths too.

_Leo_. If we had but any drink to raise his Spirits.
What's that i'th' Bowl? upon my life, good Liquor,
She would not own it else.

_1 Gent_. He sees.

_Leo_. Look up Boy.
And take this Cup, and drink it off; I'll pledge thee.
Guide it to his mouth, he swallows heartily.

_2 Gent_. Oh! fear and sorrow's dry; 'tis off--

_Leo_. Stand up man.

_Lieu_. Am I not shot?

_Leo_. Away with him, and chear him:
Thou hast won thy Troop.

_Lieu_. I think I won it bravely.

_Leo_. Go, I must see the Prince, he must not live thus;
And let me hear an hour hence from ye.
Well, Sir-- [_Exeunt Gent. and Lieu._

_Enter Leucippe with water._

_Leu_. Here, here: where's the sick Gentleman?

_Leo_. He's up, and gone, Lady.

_Leu_. Alas, that I came so late.

_Leo_. He must still thank ye;
Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort.

_Leu_. That in the Bowl?

_Leo_. Yes truly, very much comfort,
He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily.

_Leu_. Did he drink it all?

_Leo_. All off.

_Leu_. The Devil choak him;
I am undone: h'as twenty Devils in him;
Undone for ever, left he none?

_Leo_. I think not.

_Leu_. No, not a drop: what shall become of me now?
Had he no where else to swound? a vengeance swound him:
Undone, undone, undone: stay, I can lye yet
And swear too at a pinch, that's all my comfort.
Look to him; I say look to him, & but mark what follows. [_Ex._

_Enter Demetrius._

_Leo_. What a Devil ails the Woman? here comes the Prince again,
With such a sadness on his face, as sorrow,
Sorrow her self but poorly imitates.
Sorrow of Sorrows on that heart that caus'd it.

_Dem_. Why might she not be false and treacherous to me?
And found so by my Father? she was a Woman,
And many a one of that Sex, young and fair,
As full of faith as she, have fallen, and foully.

_Leo_. It is a Wench! O that I knew the circumstance.

_Dem_. Why might not, to preserve me from this ruine,
She having lost her honour, and abused me,
My father change the forms o'th' coins, and execute
His anger on a fault she ne'r committed,
Only to keep me safe? why should I think so?
She never was to me, but all obedience,
Sweetness, and love.

_Leo_. How heartily he weeps now!
I have