LIB. Madam, leave words. The rest you take In breathing makes your anger cool. Out with it, And if I do it not; if I startle at Any ill to do you service, though it be To kill my mother, let me be troubled with The plague of a tender conscience, and lie Sick of repentance a half year after. AND. What need I tell thee more? Plangus must die, and after him Ephorbas, Because he is his father. LIB. Madam, he shall. But give me leave to ask you How he, for whom alone of all the world You had a passion, is now become An object of your hatred so great, as others Must die because they have relation to him? AND. The air is hot yet with those words I proffer'd him In satisfaction, and he refus'd it. What need I speak? Is't safe that he should live knows so much by us? LIB. He had been happy had he never known What virtue meant. I wonder that paltry thing Is not banish'd earth, it ne'er did any good yet. Beggary's a blessing to't; whoe'er grew rich By virtue? Madam, we are not troubled with it. But to our business:--I have thought a way. You know his father loves him. 'Tis he shall ruin him, And let's alone for him. AND. Pish! pish! that cannot be. LIB. These women are always with their _cannots_. What cannot be? Have you but read The _Sophy_,[95] you will find that Haly (O, how I hug that fellow's name!) ruin'd Great Mirza by his father, and his father by his son. That great politician, while all the court Flam'd round about him, sat secure, and laugh'd, Like those throw fireworks among the waving people That have nothing but fire and smoke about them, And yet not singe one hair. Indeed he fell at last, 'Tis true; but he was shallow in that part o' th' plot. What have we his example [for] but to learn by it? Praise Plangus to Ephorbas then so far, That first he may fear for his kingdom; And if you do proceed till he grew jealous of His bed, 'twill do the better. The king is coming, I must be gone. [_Exit_ LIBACER. SCENE VI. _Enter_ EPHORBAS. EPH. How fares Andromana? I'm glad this greatness sits so well about thee; My court was bless'd that hour I knew thee first. We'll live and still grow happy; we shall flourish Like some spreading tree that shall never cease Till its proud height o'erlook the skies. I hope I bad fair for a boy to-night. How happy Should I count myself could I but leave My kingdom something that had thy image in't. AND. Sir, never think Iberia can be happy in another son, When such a prince as Plangus lives the heir, Who is the subject of all men's pray'rs--nay, The deserver too. There's not a man or woman In the kingdom hath one good wish within their breast But they straight bestow it upon Plangus: A prince whom mothers show their little children As something they should learn betime To worship and admire. EPH. I know, Andromana; but----