Age. O God! I knew her when I have been off'red her to be brought to my bed for five [pound]: whether it could have been perform'd or no, I know not.
Nis. Her Daughters a pretty Lady.
Dor. Yes: and having had but mean bringing up, it talks the pretilest and innocentliest, the Queen will be so angry to hear her betray her breeding by her language: but I am perswaded she's well dispos'd.
Agenor. I think better than her Mother.
Nis. Come, we stay too long. [Exeunt.
Enter Leucippus, and Ismenus.
Isme. How now man, strook dead with a tale?
Leu. No, but with a truth.
Isme. Stand [of] your self: can you endure blows, and shrink at words?