_Aur._ O my dear Lord, how have I wrong'd your patience! How wandred from the truth of my affections! How (like a wanton fool) shun'd that I lov'd most! But you are full of goodness, to forgive, Sir, As I of grief to beg, and shame to take it; Sure I was not my self, some strange illusion, Or what you please to pardon. _Dio._ All, my Dearest; All, my Delight; and with more pleasure take thee, Than if there had been no such dream: for certain, It was no more. _Aur._ Now you have seal'd forgiveness, I take my leave, and the gods keep your goodness. [_Exit._ _Del._ You see how kindness prospers; be but so kind To marry her, and see then what new fortunes, New joys and pleasures; far beyond this Lady, Beyond her Greatness too. _Dio._ I'll dye a dog first. Now I am reconcil'd, I will enjoy her In spight of all thy spirits, and thy witchcrafts. _Del._ Thou shalt not, fool. _Dio._ I will, old doting Devil; And wert thou any thing but air and spirit, My Sword should tell thee. _Del._ I contemn thy threatnings, And thou shalt know I hold a power above thee. We must remove _Aurelia_; Come, farewel, fool, When thou shalt see me next, thou shalt bow to me. _Dio._ Look thou appear no more to cross my pleasures. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._ Enter _CHORUS_. _So full of matter is our Historie,_ _Yet mixt I hope with sweet varietie,_ _The accidents not vulgar too, but rare,_ _And fit to be presented, that there wants_ _Room in this narrow Stage, and time to express_ _In Action to the life, our_ Dioclesian _In his full lustre: Yet (as the Statuary,_ _That by the large size of_ Alcides'_s foot,_ _Guess'd at his whole proportion) so we hope_ _Your apprehensive judgments will conceive_ _Out of the shadow we can only shew,_ _How fair the Body was; and will be pleas'd,_ _Out of your wonted goodness, to behold_ _As in a silent Mirrour, what we cannot_ _With fit conveniency of time, allow'd_ _For such Presentments, cloath in vocal sounds._ _Yet with such Art the Subject is conveigh'd,_ _That every Scene and passage shall be clear_ _Even to the grossest Understander here._ [Loud Musick. _Dumb Shew._