CASSANDER

I Like your diligent waiting, where's Li simachus? The Queen looks pleasant This morning, does she not? She does consult Her safety in't, for I must tell thee boy, But in the assurance of her love to thee, I should advance thy Hope's another way, And use the power I have in Epire, to Settle our own, and uncontrolled greatness; But since she carries her self so fairly, I am content to expect, and by her marriage Secure thy fortune, that's all my ambition Now, be still careful in thy applications To her, I must attend other affairs, Return, and use what art thou canst to lay More charms of love upon her. It was and act becoming The wisdom of her Father to engage A tie between our families, and she Hath played her best discretion to allow it; But we loose time in conference, wait on her, And be what thou Wertenberg born for, King of Epire, Exit. I must away. Madam, a Gentleman has and humble suit, Hows this? She has granted then? I wish thy sword may open His wanton veins, Macarius is too popular, And has taught him to in vate. To morrow then we crown her, and invest My son with Majesty, 'tis to my wishes, Beget a raze of Princes my Lisimachus. Thy brow was made To wear a golden circle, 'me transported, Thou shalt rule her, and I will govern thee. Lisimachus. Madam I have no Such title now, and am blessed to loose That name so happily, I was but trusted With a glorious burden. Heaven preserve your Highness. Retired to grieve, your Majesty hath given Consent Arcadius should enter List To day with young Seleucus. Direct our duties Madam to pray for him. Hows this? over reached? I shall run mad Lisimachus. He insults already, policy assist me. To break his neck. There is no way but death. Have you ambition To be a tame fool fee so vast and injury And not revenge it? me not suspect Thy Mother for this sufferance, my Son. Hear a patient gull, A property, thou hast no blood of mine, If this affront provoke thee not, how canst Be charitable to thy self, and let him live To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent; He had before crept slily into her bosom And practised thy dishonour. How else could she be guilty Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye Of all the Kingdom, they conspired this stain, When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love And blooming Hope's be scattered thus, and Lisimachus Stand idle gazer? I am yours Gentlemen, And should be happy to deserve your loves. I hope yowl wish em joy. We are grown Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court: Here comes another. Like a neglected servaut of his Mistress. What? I can resolve you that sir. Yes. What? That res no opposing destiny. Whose throat? The Queen with more discretion might would chosen Thee. Thee Seleucus. Arcadius, And you were reconciled. They are not Yet married. Lisimachus, this Is worth our embrace, he's spirited, And may be useful. Wot stay Lisimachus? Now he dissembles. Would? He has a daring spirit. By what means? Didst thou hear that Lisimachus? It is Thedosius. Your graces Father. I'll bless thee for't. Worse and worse, my brains. Thine ear Lisimachus. Thou art turned Marble. This must not be, fit fast young King. Where the Captain of the Castle? Give him knowledge we expect him. He is my creature, fear not, And shall run any c urse that we propo worser. My Lord, affairs Of such a glorious nature, are half finished When they begin with confidence. That reason Makes for our partly, for if it be so probable, That young Demetrius should be living, why May not we work them to believe Leo atus The eldest son was by some trick preserved And now would claim his own: there were two sons, Who in their Father's life we supposed dead, May not we find a circumstance to make This seem as clear as tother, let the vulgar Be once possessed, weel carry Epire from Demetrius, and the world. We come to visit your late prisoner I will not doubt, but you entreat him fairly He will deserve I for himself, and you Be fortunate in any occasion To have expressed your service. These things will least Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint? While I look Upon him, something in his face presents A King indeed. Whose son we would pretend him, This will advance our plot, Will you assist, and run a fate with us. Chide your too vain suspicions, we bring A life, and liberty, with what else can make Thy ambi ion happy, th'ast a glorious flame We come to advance it. Have but a will, And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to, A King. Sell ucus, tay thou art too incredulous, Let not our faith, and study to exalt thee, Be so rewarded. Of Epire. We have No Queen, since he that should have married her, Is proved her youngest brother, and now King In his own title. Why, you dare fight with him And needs be, for the Kingdom. 'Twonot come to that. Yet stay and hear- Be bold and be a King, our brains have been Working to raise you to this height, here are None but friends, dare you but call your self Leonatus, and but justify with confidence What weel proclaim you, if we do not bring The Crown to your head, we will forfeit ours. Most right. So, so, I see Demetrius heals already Triped up, and I'll dispatch him out oth' way, Which gone, I can depose this at my leisure Being and Impostor, then my son stands fair, And may piece with the Princess, we loose time, What think you, if we first surprise the Court, While you command the Castle, we shall curb All opposition. Unless Demetrius yield himself he bleeds. Excellently. Philocles Lysander. May it please. May no time Be registered in our annals, that shall mention One that had life to oppose your sacred person, Excellent Prince, In whom we see the Copy of his Father None but the son of Theodosius, Could have spoke thus. I wish not life, But to partake those happy days, which must Succeed these fair proceedings, we are blessed, But sir be sparing to your self, we shall Hazard our joys in you too soon, the burden Of state ̄ affairs impose upon your counsel. 'Tis fitter that we waste our lives then you, Call age too soon upon you with the trouble, And cares that threaten such and undertaking, Preserve your youth. Demetrius sir, your brother, With other traitors that oppose your claims Are fled to the Castle of Nestorius And fortify. I'll have it thought so, hence. Let it work, Were Demetrius dead, we easily might uncrown This swollen impostor, and my son be fair To piece with young Sophia, who I hear Repents her late affront. You have my consent, You shannot stay long after him. Hum? in my judgement sir, That wonot do so well. He countermines my plot: are you so cunning I mutter sir? Very fine to have said within Few hours you'd been no King, nor Like to be, Was not in the compass of high treason I take it. I will speak louder, do I not know him? That self same hand that raised him to the throne Shall plum ke him from it, is this my reward? Me to prison? My head? How dares he be so insolent? Jha wrought my self into a fine condition, Dee know me Gentlemen? I shall vex Thy soul for this. O let me beg until my knees take root Ith' earth, sir, can you pardon me? For Treason, desperate, most malicious treason I have undone you sir I'll make you all the re ̄ compence ̄ I can, But ere you kill me hear me, know the man, Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanced To your throne, is and impostor, a mere counter eit, Eubulus son. And insolent usurper, proud, and bloody Seleucus, is no leprosy upon me? There is not punishment enough in nature To quit my horrid act, I have not in My stock of blood to satisfy with weeping, Nor could my soul though melted to a flood Within me, gus out tears to wash my stain off. Sir, the peoples hearts Will come to their own dwelling, when they see I dare accuse my self, and suffer for it, Have courage then young King, thy ate cannot Be long compelled. You are too merciful. And in death be blessed Exit To find your charity. Not I, I do not look for't, all this shannot bribe My conscience to your Actium, and make Me false again, Seleveus is no son Of Theodosius, my deer Countrymen Correct your erring duties, and to that, Your lawful King, prostrate your selves, De rius Does challenge all your knees. You are too credulous, What can betray your faith so much? How my shame confounds me, I beg your justice, without pity on My age. But this does quicken my old heart Lisimachus, There is not any step into her throne, But is the same degree of thy own state; Come Gentlemen. Would, that string Does promise music.