Enter Timantus with a Letter disguised.
Ura. Law Master, there's one, look to your [sen.]
Leu. What art thou that in this dismal place,
Which nothing could find out but misery,
Thus boldly stepst? Comfort was never here,
Here is no food, nor beds, nor any house
Built by a better Architect than beasts;
And e'r you get dwelling from one of them,
You must fight for it: if you conquer him,
He is your meat: if not, you must be his.
Tim. I come to you (for if I not mistake, you are the
Prince) from that most Noble Lord Ismenus with a Letter.
Ura. Alas, I fear I shall be discover'd now.
Leu. Now I feel my self the poorest of all mortal things.
Where is he that receives such courtesies
But he has means to shew his gratefulness
Some way or other? I have none at all:
I know not how to speak so much as well
Of thee, but to these trees.
[Leucippus opening the Letter, the whilst Timantus runs at him, and Urania steps before.
Tim. His Letters speak him, Sir—
Ura. Gods keep me but from knowing him till I die: aye me, sure I cannot live a day, Oh thou foul Traitor: How do you Master?
Leu. How dost thou my child? alas, look on [t]his, it may make thee repentant, to behold those innocent drops that thou hast drawn from thence.