nt_. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier,
Do bravely, I'le love thee as much.

_Lieu_. I thank ye;
But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye:
I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge.

_2 Gent_. That's certain Sir;
Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye,
Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase;
Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd;
Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this,
Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet.

_Ant_. Bring in your Bills: mine own love shall be satisfi'd;
And sirrah, for this potion you have taken,
I'le point ye out a portion ye shall live on.

_Men_. 'Twas the best draught that e're ye drunk.

_Lieu_. I hope so.

_Ant_. Are the Princes come to th' Court?

_Men_. They are all, and lodg'd Sir.

_Ant_. Come then, make ready for their entertainment,
Which presently we'l give: wait you on me Sir.

_Lieu_. I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [_Exeunt._

_SCENA III._

_Enter Demetrius, and Leontius.

_Dem_. Let me but see her, dear _Leontius_;
Let me but dye before her.

_Leo_. Would that would doe it:
If I knew where she lay now, with what honestie,
You having flung so main a mischief on her,
And on so innocent and sweet a Beauty,
Dare I present your visit?

_Dem_. I'le repent all:
And with the greatest sacrifice of sorrow,
That ever Lover made.

_Leo_. 'Twill be too late Sir:
I know not what will become of you.

_Dem_. You can help me.

_Leo_. It may be to her sight: what are you nearer?
She has sworn she will not speak to ye, look upon ye,
And to love ye again, O she cries out, and thunders,
She had rather love--there is no hope--

_Dem_. Yes _Leontius_,
There is a hope, which though it draw no love to it,
At least will draw her to lament my fortune,
And that hope shall relieve me.

_Leo_. Hark ye Sir, hark ye:
Say I should bring ye--

_Dem_. Do [not] trifle with me?

_Leo_. I will not trifle; both together bring ye,
You know the wrongs ye' done.

_Dem_. I do confess 'em.

_Leo_. And if you should then jump into your fury,
And have another querk in your head.

_Dem_. I'le dye first.

_Leo_. You must say nothing to her; for 'tis certain,
The nature of your crime will admit [no] excuse.

_Dem_. I will not speak, mine eyes shall tell my penance.

_Leo_. You must look wondrous sad too.

_Dem_. I need not look so,
I am truly sadness sel