_Sos._ We are ready. _Era._ Try us any way. _Nean._ Put us to it. _The._ What jewels I have in you! _Cra._ Have these souls, That for a good look, and a few kind words Part with their Essence? _The._ Since you will compell me To put that to the tryal, which I doubt not, _Crates_, may be, suddainly will instruct you How, and in what to shew your loves; obey him As you would bind me to you. _Cra._ 'Tis well-grounded; Leave me to rear the building. _Nean._ We will do. _Cra._ I know it. _Era._ Any thing you'll put us to. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Leonidas, Merione, Beliza, Servants. _Leo._ Sister, I reap the harvest of my labours In your preferment, be you worthy of it, And with an open bosom entertain A greater fortune than my love durst hope for; Be wise, and welcome it: play not the coy And foolish wanton, with the offered bounties Of him that is a Prince. I was woo'd for you, And won _Merione_: then if you dare Believe the object that took me was worthy, Or trust my judgement, in me think you were Courted, sued to, and conquer'd. _Mer._ Noble Brother, I have, and still esteem you as a Father, And will as far obey you; my heart speaks it: And yet without your anger, give me leave To say, That in the choice of that on which All my lifes joyes or sorrows have dependance, It had been fit e'r you had made a full And absolute grant of me to any other, I should have us'd mine own eyes, or at least Made you to understand, whether it were Within my power to make a second gift Of my poor self. _Leo._ I know what 'tis you point at, The Prince _Theanor_'s love; let not that cheat you; His vows were but meer Courtship; all his service But practice how to entrap a credulous Lady: Or grant it serious, yet you must remember He's not to love, but where the Queen his Mother Must give allowance, which to you is barr'd up: And therefore study to forget that ever You cherisht such a hope. _Mer._ I would I could. _Leo._ But brave _Agenor_, who is come in person To celebrate this Marriage, for your love Forgives the forfeit of ten thousand lives, That must have fall'n under the sword of War Had not this peace been made; which general good Both Countreys owe to his affection to you: O happy Sister, ask this noble Lady Your bosome friend (since I fail in my credit) What palme _Agenor_'s name, above all Princes That _Greece_ is proud of, carries, and with lustre. _Bel._ Indeed Fame gives him out for excellent; And friend, I doubt not but when you shall see him [_Ent. a Ser._ He'll so appear to you. Art sure 'tis he? _Ser._ As I live Madam-- _Bel._ Virtue enable me to contain my joy. 'Tis my _Euphanes_. _Ser._ Yes. _Bel._ And he's in health?