Leon. I'll teach him to fly lower.
Tim. By no means Sir, rather, make more your love,
And hold your favor to him: for 'tis now
Impossible to yoke him, if his thoughts,
As I must ne'er believe, run with their rages,
He never was so innocent, but what reason
His Grace has to withdraw his love from me,
And other good men that are near your person,
I cannot yet find out: I know my duty
Has ever been attending.
Leon. 'Tis too plain: He means to play the villain,
I'll prevent him, not a word more of this, be private. [Exit Leontius.
Tim. Madam 'tis done.
Bac. He cannot escape me. Have you spoken with the noble men?
Tim. Yes Madam they are here: I wait a farther service.
Bac. Till [you see] the Prince, you need no more
instructions.
Tim. No, I have it. [Exit Timantus.
Enter Dorialus, Nisus, Agenor.
Bac. That fool that willingly provoks a woman,
Has made himself another evill Angell,
And a new Hell, to which all other torments
Are but mere pastime: Now my noble Lords,
You must excuse me, that unmannerly
We have broke your private business.