_Euph._ Gracious Queen, Though your own god-like disposition Would succor Virtue, and protect the right, Yet for the publick good, for the dear safety Of your most Royal only Son, consent To give me up the sacrifice to their malice, My life is aym'd at, and 'twere better far The blood of twenty thousand such as I Purpled our Seas, [than] that your Princely Son Should be endanger'd. _Quee._ Still well said honest Fool, Were their demand but one hair from thy head, By all the gods [I'ld] scorn 'em: were they here, The Majesty that dwels upon this brow Should strike 'em on their knees: As for my Son, Let 'em no more dare than they'l answer, I An equal Mother to my Countrey, am, And every virtuous Son of it is Son Unto my bosome, tender as mine own. _Con._ Oh, you are heavenly Madam, and the gods Can suffer nothing pass to injure you: The life that _Conon_ promis'd, he stands now Ready to pay with joy. _Quee._ Farewell both, Success attend you: you have Souldiers been, _Tam Marti quam Mercurio_: if you bring not peace Bring me their heads. _Con._ I will put fair for one. [_Exeunt Quee. Lords._ _Euph._ Double the Guard upon her Highness Person, _Conon_. You must perform a friendly part, Which I shall counsel you. _Con._ I am your servant. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter Theanor, Agenor, Leonidas above._ _Leo._ Make good that Fortification, and the Watch Keep still upon the Battlements; Royall Sir, Weigh but our injuries, we have told you fully The manner and the matter hales us thus; Nor shall this upstart _Mushrum_ bred i'th night, Sit brooding underneath your Mothers wings His damn'd impieties. _Ag._ For your self brave Prince, Fear nothing that this face of arms presents: We ask the Ravisher, and have no means To win him from your most indulgent Mother But by this practice. _The._ Stout _Leonidas_, Princely _Agenor_, your wrongs cry so loud, That who so would condemn you is not heard: I blame you not, who but _Euphanes_ durst Make Stories like to this? My wrong's as strong Aske my revengeful arm to strengthen yours: As for my fear, know you, and _Greece_ throughout. _Enter_ Euphanes _and_ Conon. Our Mother was a _Spartan_ Princess born, That never taught me to spell such a word. _Con._ Sir, you do tempt your life. _Euph. Conon_, no more. Do thus as thou wouldst save it. [_Sound Trumpet within._ _Ag._ What Trumpet's this? _Leo._ Beneath I do perceive Two armed men, single, that [give] us summons As they would treat. _Ag._ Let us descend. _Con._ My Lord, I would you would excuse me, and proceed According to the Queens directions.