LYSIMACHUS

I wait upon you sir. I presume She always speaks the language of her heart, And I can be ambitious for no more Happiness on earth then she encourages Me to expect. Success ever attend you. Is not the Queen yet coming forth? 'Tis done Like a pious Uncle. Your humble servant Madam. It will become my duty. The least of all These names from you Madam, is grace e ̄ nough. Not if you please? To say there is a happiness beyond, And teach my ambition how to make it mine, Although the honours you already have Let fallen upon your servant, exceed all My merit; I have a heart is studious To reach it with desert, and make if possible Your favours mine by justice, with your pardon. Let me digest my blessing. How Madam? do not make me dream of Heaven And wake me into misery, if your purpose Be, to immortalise your humble servant, Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here The Copies of eternity, and create When they but will our happiness. How no power. I understand you not. How? Excellent Queen, My love took no original from state, Or the desire of other greatness, Above what my birth may challenge modestly, I love your virtues; mercenary souls Are taken with advancement, yo've and Empire Within you, better then the world's, to that Looks my ambition. I apprehend. Madam. As I guest, It cannot be too soon. First let us marry sir. Although you be my Father, that will not Concern my obedience, as I take it. Enter Philocles, Lysander, and Antigonus. Gentlemen, Prepare your selves for a solemnity Will turn the Kingdom into triumph, Epire Look fresh to morrow, become your duties In all your glory to attend the Queen At her Coronation, she is pleased to make The next day happy in our Callender, My Office does expire, and my old blood Renews with thought on't. What heretofore could happen to mankind Was with much pain to climb to heaven, but in Sophia's marriage of all Queens the best, Heaven will come down to earth to make me blessed. Sir, contain your self. Who would trust woman? Lost in a pair of minutes, lost, how bright A morning rose, but now, and now 'tis night? That's black and horrid, Consider sir it was her sin, not his; I cannot accuse him, what man could carry A heart so frozen, not to melt at such A glorious flame ? who could not fly to such A happiness? Pray hear me sir You begin to me sir. What sir will his death Advantage us, if she be false to me? So irreligious, and to touch her person— Pause we may be observed. How sir? Yes sir, And show a patience above her injury. And wonder what will follow. There will be the less charge for my monument. If Madam I appear Too bold, your charity will sign my pardon: I herd you were not well, which made me haste To pay the duty of and humble visit. I am confident You think me not so lost to manners, in The knowledge of your person, to bring with me Such rudeness, I have nothing to present, But a heart full of wishes for your health, And what else may be added to your happiness. How Madam? Nothing can deface that partly of my Religion in me, not to pray for you. What Madam? I hope no sadness can possess your thoughts For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow, But if you mean it any satisfaction For what your will hath made me suffer, it's But a strange overflow of charity, To keep me still alive, be your self Madam, And let no cause of mine, be guilty of This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth The least of all your tears. Although I may Suspect a woman's smile hereafter, yet I would believe their wet eyes, and if this Be what you promise, for my sake, I have But one reply. I have now Another Mistress. To whom I have made Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow, Which not the second malice of my fate Shall violate, and she deserves it Madam, Even for that wherein you are excellent, Beauty, in which she shines equal to you Her virtue, if he but maintain what now She is Mistress of, beyond all competition, So rich it cannot know to be improved, At least in my esteem, I may offend, But truth shall justify, I have not latterd her, I beg your pardon, and to leave my duty Upon your hand, all that is good flow in you. Sir, I come to yield My self your prisoner, if my father have Raised and Impostor to supplant your title Which I suspect and inwardly do bleed for. I shall not only by the tender of My self declare my innocence, but either By my unworthy life secure your person, Or by what death you shall impose, reward The unexpected treason. I am not minded. Yet hear me sir. Our duties shall beg heaven still to pre ̄ serve you. It's not amiss to hear their proposition. Madam. I wait your pleasure. To me? it must be granted. You shall know her Madam, If but these tumults cease and fate allow us To see the Court again, I hope yowl bring No mutiny against her, but this is No time to talk of Love, let me attend you. Yes sir. Even here sir. It holds To prove my thoughts were so when she began Her sorrow for , that sweetness Deserved I should est her another mistress, Then when she cruelly forsook Lisimacus, Your pardon Madam, and receive a heart Proud with my first devotio to serve you I ever found Her gracious smiles on me. I shall expound her meaning. With your pardon sir, I apprehend A cause that makes her troubled, she desires To know what other mistress since her late Unkindness, I have chosen to direct My faith and service.