URANIA

I would fene speak to the good Marquess my brother, if I but thought he could abaid me. Very well I thank you. Feth a she be no good, God may her so. Leave us a while. My Lord Ismenus, I pray for the love of heaven and God, That you would tell me one thing, which I know You can do weel. But will you tell me this one thing? Yes faith 'tis matter. I pray you let we know whaire the Prince my brother is. But believe me, she knows none of this. Why I will tell you: and if I speak false Let the Devil would me, Yonders a bade man, Come from a Tayrant to my mother, and what name They would for him, good faith I cannot tell. Thats it: but he would carry me away, And have me marry his Master; and I'll day Ere I will would him. Yes, for you know all my mother does: Again the Prince is but to ma me great. Why I would go to the good Marquess my Brother, and put my self into his hands, that so He may preserve himself. Why feth I do, would I might never stir more if I do not. By my troth you may. But ail go i'this ladst reparrell: But you must help me to Silver. In good feth I shall be weell and rich enough If you will love me, and not put me from you. You have fair eyes Master. To think that such a fine man should live, and no gay Lady love him. Yes sure till I die, and when I am in heaven I'll eene wish for you. You are sad, but I am not sleepy, would I could do ought to make you merry: shall I sing? Law Master, theres one, look to your sen. Gods keep me but from knowing him till I die: aye me, sure I cannot live a day, o thou foul Traitor: How do you Master? 'Tis nothing sir and you be well. I know you well enough, Feth I am dying, and now you know all too. Do you not know me? I shall smile till death and I see you. I am Urania your sister-in-law. I am Urania. Feth for love, I would not let you know till I was dying; for you could not love me, my Mother was so nought. I, but never sir be afred; For though she take th'vngainst weas she can, I'll never hat from you. And though she be my Mother, If she take any caurse to do you wrong, If I can seet, youst quickly hear ont sir: And so I'll take my leave. And wone you tell me then? Why, and I do, would I might never see day again. I but I'll never deliver it. When I have found my Brother, I will beg To serve him; but he shall never know who I am; For he must hate me then for my bad mother: I'll say I am a country Lad that want a service, And have streid on him by chance, lest he discover me; I know I must not live long, but that taime I would to spend, shall be in serving him. And though my Mother seek to take his life away, In ai day my brother shall be taught that I was Ever good, though she were nought. I can not eat God thank you, But I'll eat to morrow. Alas, I fear I shall be discovered now. I cannot tell if I go from you, Sir I shall never dawn day more: Pray if you can I will be true To you: Let me wait on you: If I were a man, I would fight for you: Sure you have some ill-willers, I would slay um. What hast thou found him? Gods bless my brother where so ere he is: And I be seech you keep me from the bed Of any naughty Tyrant whom my mother Would would me have to wrong him. You know me weel enough, but that you mock, I am she my sen. If you have any mercy left i'you to a poor wench tell me. I should be well then, for you will not love me.