_Tut._ Will you wait Sir. _Con._ Pray let's meet oftner Gentlemen, I would not lose ye. _Tut._ O sweet Sir. _Con._ Do you think I would, Such noted men as you? _Onos_, _Unc. Tut._ We are your Servants. [_Exeunt._ _Euph._ That thing they would keep in everlasting nonage, My brother for his own ends has thrust on Upon my Mistriss, 'tis true, he shall be rich If ever he can get that Rogue his Unkle To let him be of years to come to inherit it, Now what the main drift is-- _Con._ Say ye so? no more words, I'll keep him company till he be of years, Though it be a hundred years, but I'll discover it; And ten to one I'll cross it too. _Euph._ You are honest, And I shall study still your love: farewell Sir, For these few hours I must desire your pardon, I have business of importance: once a day At least I hope you'll see me: I must see you else: So, once more ye are welcome. _Con._ All my thanks Sir, And when I leave to love you, life go from me. [_Exeu[n]t._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Theanor _and_ Crates. _Cra._ Why Sir, the Kingdomes his, and no man now Can come to _Corinth_ or from _Corinth_ go Without his Licence; he puts up the tithes Of every office through _Achaia_; From Courtier to the Carter hold of him: Our Lands, our Liberties, nay very Lives Are shut up in his Closet, and let loose But at his pleasure; Books, and all discourse Have now no Patron, nor direction, But glorified _Euphanes_: our Cups are guilty That quench our thirsts, if not unto his health; Oh, I could eat my heart, and fling away My very Soul for anguish: gods, nor men Should tollerate such disproportion. _The._ And yet is he belov'd: whether't be virtue, Or seeming virtue which he makes the cloak To his ambition. _Cra._ Be it which it will: Your Highness is too tame, your eyes too film'd To see this, and sit still: the Lion should not Tremble to hear the bellowing of the Bull; Nature excuse me, though he be my Brother, You are my Countries Father, therefore mine: One parallel line of Love I bend on him, All lines of love and duty meet in you As in their Center: therefore hear, and weigh What I shall speak: You know the Queen your Mother Did, from a private state your Father raise, So all your Royalty you hold from her; She is older than she was, therefore more doating, And what know we but blindness of her love (That hath from underneath the foot of fortune Set even _Euphanes_ foot, on fortunes head) Will take him by the hand, and cry, Leap now Into my bed; 'tis but a trick of age; Nothing impossible. _The._ What do you infer on this?