EUAR. Well, if she do so, I will let her forth-- Forth of my blood; and whosoe'er he be Whose fortune mark'd him out to be the object Of this her love, shall find Ixion's fate, He shall embrace a shadow. By my life, They both shall die. EUB. O my gracious lord, Remember she's your daughter! EUAR. Ay, thou still Dost plead for her, but yet am I her king As well as father; private men respect Their profits and their private interests Of kindred, but the actions of a king To honour and renown must be directed: Consider that, and then thou wilt forget her. _Enter_ CLEANDER. Cleander, welcome! how does Calligone? Is she not glad to come unto our presence? Why dost not answer? Art thou frighted, man? CLE. I know not how to answer anything, Unless your majesty will sign my pardon. EUAR. Why, what's the matter? speak, and speak it freely. CLE. Then know, great sovereign, that, when I went As full of joy as speed, with your glad message, I found the princess---- EUAR. What, not dead, I hope? CLE. Dead to her honour. EUAR. Ha! CLE. In short, my lord, I found her walking in the garden with A shepherd--more of him I cannot tell; But she was habited in that attire She wore, when from the woods I brought her home. I slipp'd away, not being seen by them, And if you please to go, perhaps, great sir, You still may find them there. EUAR. How now, Eubulus, Are my presages true? Shall I then sleep With this disgrace, and let my neighbour princes Mock at my humble fortunes, when they hear The daughter of Euarchus match'd herself With a base shepherd? Go, Eubulus, quickly: Here take my signet; let this be your warrant To put them both to death. EUB. How! both, my lord? EUAR. Ay, both. EUB. Your daughter too? EUAR. Why do you question me? Have I not said they both shall die: despatch. Let me not see thee till they both be dead. [_Exit._ EUB. What hast thou done! thou rash, inhumane boy? Depriv'd thy father of a child, thyself Of thine own sister, whom but now thou knew'st? Well may the king take that dear life away Which he did never give: I will go tell him I am her father: but I lose my life If I do that, as guilty of a treason. Go, murderer, hadst thou no pity in thee! CLE. Sir, I do feel so much grief within me For this my act that, if my blood will serve To save her life, I'll make no price of it: Yet could I not imagine that the king Would have been so enrag'd; or if he would, I had no time to think of it before. EUB. No time! who bid thee hasten to the ruin Of thy poor father and thy family? The messages which come to do us hurt Are speedy; but the good come slowly on.