Enter Philippo and Theodosia.
Leo. Gentle Madam speak
To me alone let not them understand
His fault, he will repent [it] I dare swear.
Eug. I'll tell it you in private.
Phil. Mark-antonio,
How do you?
Mar. Stand farther off I pray you
Give me some ayre.
Theo. Good Brother, will he scape,
The Surgeons say there is no danger.
Phil. Scape?
No doubt he will.
Leo. Alas will he not leave
This trying all; Madam, I do beseech you
Let me but speak to him, you and these by,
And I dare almost promise you to make him
Shew himself truly sorrowful to you, besides a story I shall open to you,
Not put in so good words but in it self
So full of chance, that you will easily
Forgive my tediousness, and be well pleas'd
With that so much afflicts me.
Eug. Good Sir do.
Leo. And I desire no interruption
Of speech may trouble me till I have said
What I will quickly do.