Ism. Madam, you know I dare not speak before
The King; but you know well, if not, I'll tell [it] you,
You are the most wicked'st, and most murderous
Strumpet, that ever was call'd Woman.
Bac. My Lord, what can I do for him? he shall command me.
Leon. I know thou art too kind; away I say. [Exit Leon. Bac. Tima. Telia.
Isme. Sir, I am sure we dream, this cannot be.
Leu. Oh that we did, my wickedness has brought
All this to pass, else I should bear my self.
Enter Urania.
Isme. Look, doe you see who's there? your virtuous Mothers issue: kill her, yet take some little pidling revenge.
Leu. Away, the whole Court calls her virtuous; for they say, she is unlike her Mother, and if so, she can have no vice.
Ism. I'll trust none of 'em that come of such a breed.
Leu. But I have found
A kind of love in her to me: alas,
Think of her death! I dare be sworn for her,
She is as free from any hate to me
As her bad Mother's full. She was brought up
I'th' Countrey, as her tongue will let you know