Lieu.  Sir, Sir, will’t please you hear Sir?  Your Grace, I’ll look again, what’s that?

Leo.  He’s there now.  Lord!  How he stares!  I ne’r yet saw him thus alter’d:  Stand now, and take the Troop.

Lieu.  Would I were in’t, And a good horse under me:  I must knock again, The Devil’s at my fingers ends:  he comes now.  Now Colonel, if I live—­

Leo.  The Troop’s thine own Boy.

Enter Demetrius, a Pistol.

Dem.  What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine?

Lieu.  Your Father would desire ye, Sir, to come to dinner.

Dem.  Thou art no more.

Lieu.  Now, now, now, now.

Dem.  Poor Coxcomb:  Why do I aim at thee? [Exit.

Leo.  His fear has kill’d him.

Enter Leucippe with a Bowl.

2 Gent.  I protest he’s almost stiff:  bend him and rub him, Hold his Nose close, you, if you be a woman, Help us a little:  here’s a man near perish’d.

Leu.  Alas alas, I have nothing here about me.  Look to my Bowl; I’ll run in presently And fetch some water:  bend him, and set him upwards.

Leo.  A goodly man—­ [Exit. Here’s a brave heart:  he’s warm again:  you shall not Leave us i’th’ lurch so, Sirrah.

2 Gent.  Now he breaths too.

Leo.  If we had but any drink to raise his Spirits.  What’s that i’th’ Bowl? upon my life, good Liquor, She would not own it else.

1 Gent.  He sees.

Leo.  Look up Boy.  And take this Cup, and drink it off; I’ll pledge thee.  Guide it to his mouth, he swallows heartily.

2 Gent.  Oh! fear and sorrow’s dry; ’tis off—­

Leo.  Stand up man.

Lieu.  Am I not shot?

Leo.  Away with him, and chear him:  Thou hast won thy Troop.

Lieu.  I think I won it bravely.

Leo.  Go, I must see the Prince, he must not live thus; And let me hear an hour hence from ye.  Well, Sir—­ [Exeunt Gent. and Lieu.

Enter Leucippe with water.

Leu.  Here, here:  where’s the sick Gentleman?

Leo.  He’s up, and gone, Lady.

Leu.  Alas, that I came so late.

Leo.  He must still thank ye; Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort.

Leu.  That in the Bowl?

Leo.  Yes truly, very much comfort, He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily.

Leu.  Did he drink it all?

Leo.  All off.

Leu.  The Devil choak him; I am undone:  h’as twenty Devils in him; Undone for ever, left he none?

Leo.  I think not.

Leu.  No, not a drop:  what shall become of me now? 
Had he no where else to swound? a vengeance swound him: 
Undone, undone, undone:  stay, I can lye yet
And swear too at a pinch, that’s all my comfort. 
Look to him; I say look to him, & but mark what follows. [Ex.