PIN. Where you pretend, who can? But heaven, that designed a blessing to my child, it had been pride to hope for, hath made her still averse to his pretences; but giving her the liberty of refusing, I know he is removed. LYS. Thus then to-morrow I'll wait on you. Ladies, I am your servant. [_Exit._ PIN. My Lord Ergasto, you see with how much candour I have embraced your love; yet, though I do put on a father's strictness in my daughter's presence, I cannot force her to an act whereon for ever will depend her happiness. My house shall still be open to you as my heart. My business calls me, get you home; your servant. [_Exit_ PINDARUS. CLE. Ergasto, my Lord Ergasto, what, have you left your tongue with your heart? ERG. Is she not strangely fair? CLE. You'll not believe me if I should say the contrary. ERG. D'ye think that there are such faces in Elysium? CLE. I'm sure many better go t'other way, if they be not marred in the voyage. But do you remember where you are to meet with Phormio? ERG. Nor anything else; her beauty makes me forget all things that has no reference to it. CLE. Heyday! if within these two hours you do not forget the cause of this forgetfulness, I'll be an eunuch. What, if the prince should be your rival? I cannot tell, but my Lord Pindarus on a sudden fell from his anger to his daughter to a ceremony to you might be suspected. ERG. 'Tis a fear that makes me tremble. CLE. Courage, man! If you have not lost your memory, your remedy is certain. There are more handsome faces will recompense this loss. Let us meet Phormio. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [351] [_i.e._, The _wound_ not being, &c.] [352] [This is the second scene of Act i., though not so marked. The entrance of Lysicles, with his page and torch, was in dumb-show, the tomb having been apparently placed in the back of the stage while the curtain was drawn.] [353] [Old copy, _any of_.] [354] [Fork, Fr. _fourchure_.] [355] [He must be supposed, from the preceding direction, to have been in the back of the stage.] ACT II., SCENE 1. _Enter_ HERMIONE, IRENE, _and_ PHILLIDA. IRE. Have you sent for the Egyptian lady? HER. I have; and she'll be here within this half-hour. IRE. She speaks our language. HER. Her father was of Greece a wealthy merchant, and his business enforcing him to leave his country, he married a lady of that place, where he lived, who, excellent in the mystery of divination, hath left that knowledge to her daughter, enriched with thousand other modest virtues, as is delivered to me by those are frequent with her. IRE. Do you believe what Phillida say'th is the voice of all your friends? HER. What is't? IRE. That you shall marry with Prince Lysicles.