Lieu. Do you think I may live?
2 Phy. He alters hourly, strangely.
1 Phy. Yes, you may live: but—
Leo. Finely butted, Doctor.
1 Gent. Do not discourage him.
1 Phy. He must be told truth, 'Tis now too late to trifle.
Enter Demetrius, and Gent.
2 Gent. Here the Prince comes.
Dem. How now Gentlemen?
2 Gent. Bewailing, Sir, a Souldier, And one I think, your Grace will grieve to part with, But every living thing—