_Dio._ No, I will not be pluck'd out by the ears Out of this glorious Castle; uncompell'd I will surrender rather; Let it suffice I have toucht the height of humane happiness, And here I fix _nil ultra_. Hitherto I have liv'd a servant to ambitious thoughts, And fading glories; what remains of life, I dedicate to Vertue; and to keep My faith untainted, farewel Pride and Pomp, And circumstance of glorious Majestie, Farewel for ever. Nephew, I have noted, That you have long with sore eyes look'd upon My flourishing Fortune; you shall have possession Of my felicity; I deliver up My Empire, and this gem I priz'd above it, And all things else that made me worth your envy, Freely unto you. Gentle Sir, your suffrage, To strengthen this; the Souldiers love I doubt not; His valour, Gentlemen, will deserve your favours, Which let my prayers further. All is yours; But I have been too liberal, and giv'n that I must beg back again. _Max._ What am I faln from! _Dio._ Nay, start not; it is only the poor Grange, The Patrimony which my father left me, I would be Tenant to. _Max._ Sir, I am yours; I will attend you there. _Dio._ No, keep the Court; Seek you in _Rome_ for honour: I will labour To find content elswhere. Disswade me not, By ----, I am resolv'd. And now _Drusilla_, Being as poor as when I vow'd to make thee My wife, if thy love since hath felt no change, I am ready to perform it. _Dru._ I still lov'd Your Person, not your fortunes: in a cottage, Being yours, I am an Empress. _Del._ And I'le make The change most happy. _Dio._ Do me then the honour, To see my vow perform'd. You but attend My Glories to the urn; where be it ashes, Welcom my mean estate: and as a due, Wish rest to me, I honour unto you. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ Enter _CHORUS_.