+Flo.+ This speaks him noble, even to our envy. +Queen.+ My lord, in this you have oblig'd us. Pray, Inform us of your thoughts, that we may study To make this parley happy. +Dec.+ Mighty lady, I find my love hath not been dress'd so smooth To tempt your liking: and I must confess, My passion (like the spleen of witches) hath Begot whirlwinds and thunder. Would I might Have found a softer way t' have wrought my ends! For by your beauty (the most sacred oath A lover can swear by) that was the mark, The sole fair mark I aim'd at. For, if pride Had oversway'd my love, I could have stood O' th' level with that prince, so much your people Were vow'd to my devotion. +Queen.+ O my lord, You fairly speak your virtues. +Dec.+ And but view The vastness and good order of my camp, Your best towns sworn to run my fortune, and You'll say 'twas love did beg this interview. +Asc.+ My lord, your language cannot fright us from The queen's defence. +Dec.+ Great sir, she needs it not. Down on your knees, my fellow-soldiers, and With me bow to your sovereign: swear with me Never to lift your arm 'gainst her command. Thus as your subject; as your lover thus-- Thus to the earth I fall, and with my lips Seal my obedience. [_Kisseth the ground._ +Queen.+ Pray, rise up, my lord. Would I could merit thus much favour; but---- +Dec.+ Pardon. I interrupt you--but you cannot Find love to answer mine; nor will I force it. Be happy in your choice, and wheresoe'er You fix, shine ever glorious. From this hour I'll never more disturb you. +Queen.+ Now beshrew me, Methinks I feel compassion. [_Aside._] Good my lord, Write in that blank all your demands, and, by The honour of a princess, I'll deny Nothing you shall insert. [_He looks on it, and returns it._ +Dec.+ There 'tis again, The paper innocent as when you gave it. +Queen.+ My lord, you have writ nothing. +Dec.+ And 'tis nothing, Now I have miss'd yourself, I can demand. Fortune, contract thy treasure from all nations, And gild it o'er with honour and with beauty, Yet hast thou not the power to force one wish, Now I have lost this lady. +Asc.+ A great spirit! +Dec.+ One humble prayer I have, which must not be Denied: and 'tis, your majesty will give Me leave ne'er more to see you. +Queen.+ O my lord---- +Dec.+ My vow's irrevocable. I shall secure Your kingdom best by absence, and my eye Will never brook so rich a treasure made The purchase[287] of another. To a cave, Some undiscover'd cave, to which no path Doth lead the wandering lover, I have vowed The remnant of my days. _Enter +Ossuna+._ +Flo.+ A strange conversion! And 'twill behove my fate to follow him.