+Flo.+ She glanced this way, And love's artillery played from her eye. Unhappy bankrupt, what a kingdom have I forfeited! So often in a calm Some vessel, rich in freight and proud in sail, Doth spring a sudden leak, and sinks for ever. +Asc.+ But, madam, is there hope your heart can yield To an exchange in love? My title's good, Florentio having given up his claim. _Enter +Decastro+, &c._ +Queen.+ But, sir, th' estate is still my own; nor have I need to sell it. But Decastro's here; And if your majesty will deign your presence Unto the parley, 'twill advance the honour And purpose of our meeting. +Asc.+ I'm your servant. +Queen.+ My lord, you see how near the safety of Our subjects toucheth us: we can stoop thus Beneath our majesty, and enter parley Even with a rebel. +Dec.+ Madam, 'tis in vain To hold dispute 'gainst what you will condemn; And it were insolence to boast my power Or speak my right, now when the hearts of all men Confirm the justice of my taking arms. Cast but your eye on this vast body, which The kingdom doth unite in my defence, And see how ruinous is your error, that Must lean to foreign succours. +Queen.+ 'Tis a refuge Your practice forc'd me to. +Dec.+ But would your highness Had lent a gentler ear to the safe counsel Of him who had no crime but too much love! +Flo.+ My lord, that word fell rudely from your tongue, And, I may say, unmannerly: 'tis duty You owe the queen. +Dec.+ Right, sir; an humble duty, Ambitious to expose my life to dangers, Greater than any other soul dares fancy. +Asc.+ Pray stay, Florentio: this is now my cause, And I (proud man) will tell you, your great heart Doth want expansion to receive a love Worthy her scorn. +Dec.+ And I will answer you, Proud monarch of Castile, what mould Soever nature casts me in, my mind Is vaster than your empire; and I can Love equally with him whose name did conquer Kingdoms as large as yours. +Asc.+ Your majesty Must license here my rage, to teach his folly (Presumptuous folly) a submiss repentance. +Dec.+ Sir, here I stand prepar'd. [_A shout within._ +Queen.+ What noise is that? +Oni.+ The city's all in mutiny, and vow To perish in the Lord Decastro's cause: They're ready now to lay rude hands upon The garrisons of Castile. Your majesty Should hinder mischief, if you suddenly Return, and by your presence stop their fury. +Dec.+ Pray, Oniate, take this signet: tell The magistrates her majesty and I Are now accorded, with a due regard To th' public safety. Take some of my army, To give authority to what you say. Assure them all is well. [_Exit +Oniate+._ +Asc.+ What means this wonder?