Bac. Good Lords delay no time, since 'tis your good
Pleasures to think my counsell good, and by no means
Let the Prince know it, whose affections
Will stir mainly against it: besides his Father
May hold him dangerous, if it be not carried
So that his forward will appear not in it,
Go, and be happy.
Dorial. Well, I would not be Chronicl'd as thou
Wilt be for a good woman, for all the world.
Nisus. Madam, we kiss your hand, and so inspire.
Nothing but happiness can crown our prayers. [Exeunt.
Actus Quart[us]. Scæna Prima.
Enter Leucippus, Ismenus.
Leu.
And thus she has us'd me, is't not a good mother?
Ismenus. Why kill'd you her not?
Leu. The gods forbid it.
Ismenus. S'light, if all the women i'th' world were barren, shee had dy'd.