Leu. Now take these few directions: farewel, send to me by the wariest ways thou canst: I have a soul tells me we shall meet often. The gods protect thee.
Isme. Pox o' my self for an ass, I'm crying now, God be with you, if I never see you again: why then pray get you gone, for grief and anger wonnot let me know what I say, I'll to the Court as fast as I can, and see the new Heir apparant. [Exeunt.
Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Urania and her Woman.
Uran.
What hast thou found him?
Wo. Madam, he is coming in.
Uran. Gods bless my brother, wheresoe'er he is:
And I beseech you keep me fro the bed
Of any naughty Tyrant, whom my Mother
Would ha me have to wrong him.
Enter Ismenus.
Isme. What would her new Grace have with me?