Caf. I'll have it thought fo, hence. [Exit Meffenger. Leo. Plant Force to batter The Walls, and in their ruin bring us word They live not. Eub. Good Sir, hear me. Caf. Let it work; Were Demetrius dead, we eafily might uncrown Eub. Their Lives may do You Service, let not Blood ftain your beginnings; Leo. Who dares but think it? Yet offer first our Mercy; if they yield, Without dispute. Caf. Hum; in my Judgment, Sir, That wo'not do fo well. Leo. What's your Opinion? Caf. He countermines my Plot: Are you fo cunning? Leo. What's that you mutter, Sir? Caf. I mutter, Sir? Leo. Beft fay I am no King, but fome Impoftor Rais'd up to gull the State. Caf. Very fine! To have faid within Few hours you'd been no King, nor like to be, Eub. Reftrain your Anger, the King's mov'd, fpeak not. E Leo. Leo. Our Guard, to Prifon with him. Caf. Me to Prison? Leo. Off with his Head. Caf. My Head? Eub. Vouchfafe to hear me, Great Sir. Leo. (41) How dares he be fo infolent ? Phi. Very well, my Lord; How are we bound to Heav'n for multiplying Leo. We allow it. Eub. Counsel did never blaft a Prince's Ear. Leo. Convey him to the Sanctuary of Rebels, Leo. Away with him: When Kings Frown, let Offenders tremble: This flows not Must lose Compaffion, know what's good, not do it. Enter Polidora and her Servant. Ser. Madam, [Exeunt. The Princess Sophia. Polid. I attend her Highness. Enter Sophia. How much your Grace honours your humble Servant. Polid. I hope fo too, Madam. Sop. Do you but hope? he came to be your Gueft. (41) Caf. How dares he be fo infolent? ] 'Tis poffible that this Line belongs to Caffander; but I think more probable it fhould be Leonatus's, and accordingly I have prefix'd his Ñame to it. Polid. We are all his, whilft he is pleas'd to honour This poor Roof with his Royal Prefence, Madam. Sop. I came to ask your Pardon, Polidora. Polid. You never, Madam, trefpafs'd upon me, Wrong not your Goodness. Sop. I can be but penitent, Unless you point me out fome other way Polid. Dear Madam, do not mock me. Sop. There is no injury, like that, to love But though I would have robb'd thee of Arcadius, Yet can rejoice, and heartily, that Have met your own again. Polid. Whom do you mean? you Polid. He's found to himself and Honour ; Sop Has he made Himself lefs capable, by being King? Sop. Of your Affection? Polid. With your pardon, Madam, Love, in that Sense you mean, left Polidora When he forfook Arcadius: I disclaim All Ties between us, more than what the Name Of King must challenge from my Obedience. 1 Sop. [Afide.] This does confirm my Jealoufie; my Heart! For my fake, Madam, has he loft his value? Polid. Let me befeech your Grace, I may have leave To answer in fome other Caufe, or Perfon: Sop. Well, you were talking of Lyfimachus, Polid. Mine? It will be much short of his Worth: I think him Sop. You've in a little, Madam, Express'd a Volume of Mankind, a Miracle; Polid. What Miftrefs would defire Her Servant old? he has both Spring to please Polid. He fets a Beauty off more rich, And fhe that's fair will love him; faint Complexions Two Beauties in a Bed, compound few Men; He's not fo fair to counterfeit a Woman, Nor yet fo black, but Blushes may betray His Modefty. Sop. His Proportion exceeds not Polid. That praifes him, and a well compacted Frame Speaks Temper, and fweet flow of Elements: Vaft Buildings are more oft for fhew than ufe : I would not have my Eyes put to the Travel Of many Acres, e'er I could examine A man from Head to Foot; he has no great, Sop. I'll hear no more; you have fo far out-done My My injuries to you, that I call back Oh Brother! Enter Demetrius. Dem. I'll talk with you anon; my Polidora, Allow thy Patience 'till my Breath recover, Which now comes laden with the richeft news Thy Ear was ever bleft with. Sop. Both your Looks And Voice express some welcome Accident. Dem. Guess what in wifh could make me fortunate, And Heav'n hath dropt that on Demetrius. Sop. What means this Extafie? Dem. 'Twere fin to bufie Thy Thoughts upon't, I'll tell thee Retain fome part it is too wide a Joy that I could thou wo't scarce believe me To be exprefs'd fo foon, and yet it falls In a few Syllables I am no King. Sop. How's that! Polid. Good Heav'n forbid! Dem. Forbid? Heav'n has reliev'd me with a Mercy I knew not how to ask; I have, they say, |