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The reason's to her self, It will become your duty to attend her. Your Lordship honoured me, I have no blessing in his absence. Madam you have blessed me, Nothing but your command could interpose to Stay him. Dear Nephew, if thou respect thy safety, My honour, or my age, remove thy self, Thy life's in danger. Take horse, and instantly forsake the City, Or else within some unsuspected dwelling, Obscure thy self, stay not to know the reason. I would when I petitioned for thy stay, I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou knowest not What threatens thee: I must not live to see Thy body full of wounds, it were less sin ̄ To rip thy Father's marble, and fetch from The reverend vault his ashes, and disperse them By some rude winds where none should ever find The sacred dust, it was his legacy, The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven I should preserve Arcadius, whose fate He prophesied in death, would needs protection, Thou wot disturb his ghost, and call it to Aff ight my dreams, if thou refuse to obey me. Then prayers and tears assist me. Arcadius, Thou art a rash young man, witness the spirit Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed, Till I prevent this mischief. Wherein have I offended, to be robbed At once of all the wealth I have, Arcadius Is partly of me. How can We that shall this morn see ̄ the sacred oil Fallen on your virgin tresses hope for any Protection hereafter, when this day You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you. Arcadius I prithee speak thy self, It is for thee I plead. Why, that's good; Arcadius speak to her; hear him Madam. I am undone. This may quit The hazard of his person, whose least drop Of blood is worth more then our families. My Lord Eubulus, I have thought a way To stay the young men's desperate proceedings, It is our cause they fight, let us beseech The Queen, to grant us two the privilege Of duel rather then expose their lives To either's fury; it were pity they Should run upon so black a destiny, We are both old, and may be spared, a pair Of fruitless trees, mossy and withered trunks, That fill up too much room. If she deny us— I wood do somewhat— Name it, if no dishonour wait upon't To preserve them, I'll accept any danger. Speak it Eubulus. Hum? though it stir my blood, I'll meet Arcadius, If this preserve thee not, I must unseal Another mystery. The peoples joy to know us reconciled, Is added to the Jubilee of the day, We have no more a faction but one heart, Peace flow in every bosom. By our duties to your self deer Madam Command them not advance, our houses from This minute are incorporated, happy day Our eyes at which before revenge look forth, May clear suspicion, o my Arcadius! What dream is this? It must be so, and yet let me consider, I'll fright their glories. Observe. This you intend your highness wedding day. Save you labour I have brought a Priest to meet you. To tell you that you must not marry. I'll discharge my duty, Could your frown strike me dead, my Lord you know Whose character this is. Fear not, I'll cross this match. Deliver to me and Infant with this writing, To which this reverend Father is a witness. A jealousy he had Upon Cassandra, whose ambitious brain He feared would make no conscience to depose His son, to make Lisimachus King of Epire. He secured you Madam By and early engagement of your affection To Lisimachus, exempt this testimony, Had he been Arcadius, and my Nephew I needed not obtrude him on the state, Your Love and marriage had made him King Without my trouble, and saved that ambition There was necessity to open now His birth, and title. I am no Uncle, sir, this is your sister, I should have suffered incest to have kept you Longer ith' dark, love, and be happy both, My trust is now discharged. The King. Where's the King? o sir, you are undone, A dangerous treason is a foot. Cassandra, and Eubulus have ̄ proclaimed Another King, whom they pretend to be Leonatus your elder brother, he that was, But this morning prisoner in the Castle. The easy Epirotes Gather in multitudes to advance his title, They have seized upon the Court, secure your person While we raise power to curb this insurrection. What means your grace? He's strangely possessed Gentlemen. Be not so careless of your self, the people Gather in multitudes, to your protection Offering their lives, and Fortune's, if they may But see you sir, and hear you speak to em, Accept their duties, and in time prevent Your ruin. His soul is honest, be not sir a mad man, And for a Lady give up all our freedoms. Now 'tis too late, You may be deaf, until the Cannon make, You find your sense, we are shut up now by A troop of Horse, thank your self. What means all this? We are all blessed, There wants but one to fill your arms.
Plot summary
Plot — The Coronation
When King Theodosius seized power in Epirus, he agreed to make his opponent Cassander the next heir should he himself die without issue. Now his daughter Sophia is Queen and Cassander the Lord Protector during her minority. She appears to favour Cassander’s son Lysimachus as a potential husband, but this is only a stratagem to secure Cassander’s support for her forthcoming installation as Queen regnant. Wishing to find a legitimate way of killing Arcadius, Seleucus proposes settling a family feud by single combat with themselves acting as champions. Sophia agrees, and schedules the fight immediately after her coronation; but the two heads of the families disapprove and prevent it by announcing that they have settled their differences. Sophia now declares her choice of husband: not Lysimachus as expected, but Arcadius. Arcadius accepts, even though he has sworn a vow of constancy to Polydora. Seleucus is imprisoned when he protests, and the disappointed Cassander plots treachery. Macarius, Arcadius’ uncle, produces documentary evidence that the proposed marriage would be incestuous: Arcadius is really Sophia’s brother, Demetrius, Theodosius’ younger son, who was bestowed on Macarius in infancy for fear of Cassander’s ambition; his claim to the throne is therefore better than Sophia’s. He and Sophia both try to reactivate their former relationships, but Polydora and Lysimachus are both less than compliant. Cassander plans to pull off the same trick twice: he arranges Seleucus’ release, claims him to be Theodosius’ elder son, Leonatus, and installs him as King. Demetrius takes refuge in Polydora’s house, happy to be deposed and so eligible to win back her love. But Cassander has overestimated the ease with which his new King can be controlled: ‘Leonatus’ refuses to reinstate him as Lord Protector, so he plots first to assassinate Demetrius and then admit the ruse, deposing Seleucus. The scheme backfires when it emerges that Seleucus really is Leonatus after all, and so the rightful King.