Ism. A good faith doth well, but methinks
It were no hard matter now, for her Mother to send her:
Yonder's one you may trust if you will too.
Leu. So I will, if he can shew me as apparent signs
Of truth as she did; Does he weep Ismenus?
Ism. Yes, I think so: some good's happen'd I warrant:
Do you hear, you? What honest man has scap'd misery, that
[you are] crying thus?
Tim. Noble Ismenus, where's the Prince?
Ism. Why there! hast wept thine eyes out?
Tim. Sir, I beseech you hear me.
Leu. Well, speak on.
Ism. Why, will you hear him?
Leu. Yes Ismenus, why?
Ism. I would hear blasphemy as willingly.