Isme. Monstrous woman,
Mars would weep at this, and yet she cannot.
Leu. Here lies your Minion too, slain by my hand,
I will not say you are the cause: yet certain,
I know you were [to] blame, the gods forgive you.
Isme. See, she stands as if she were inventing
Some new destruction for the world.
Leu. Ismenus, thou art welcome yet to my sad company.
Isme. I come to make you somewhat sadder, Sir.
Leu. You cannot, I am at the height already.
Isme. Your Fathers dead.
Leu. I thought so, Heaven be with him: Oh woman, woman, weep now or never, thou hast made more sorrows than we have eyes to utter.
Bac. Now let Heaven fall, I am at the worst of evils, a thing so miserably wretched, that every thing, the last of humane comforts hath left me: I will not be so base and cold, to live and wait the mercies of these men I hate, no, 'tis just I die, since fortune hath left me, my step discent attends me: hand, strike thou home, I have soul enough to guide; and let all know, as I stood a Queen, the same I'll fall, and one with me. [She stabs the Prince with a knife.
Leu. Ho.