_Dor._ I marvel what the Duke meant to make such an idle vow. _Nis._ Idle, why? _Dor._ Is't not idle, to swear to grant his Daughter any thing she shall ask on her birth-day? she may ask an impossible thing: and I pray heaven she do not ask an unfit thing at one time or other; 'tis dangerous trusting a mans vow upon the discretion on's Daughter. _Age._ I wonder most at the Marquis her Brother, who is always vehemently forward to have her desires granted. _Dor._ He's acquainted with 'em before. _Age._ She's doubtless very chaste and virtuou. _Dor._ So is _Leucippus_ her brother. _Nis._ She's twenty year old, I wonder She aske not a Husband. _Dor._ That were a folly in her; having refus'd all the Great Princes in one part of the world; She'll die a Maid. _Age._ She may ask but one, may she? _Nis._ A hundred times this day if she will; And indeed, every day is such a day, for though The Duke has vow'd it only on this day, He keeps it every day: he can deny Her nothing. [_Cornets._ _Enter_ Hidaspes, Leucippus, Leontius, _Timantas_, _Tellamon_. _Leon._ Come fair _Hidaspes_, thou art Duchess to day, Art thou prepar'd to aske, thou knowest My oath will force performance. And _Leucippus_, if she now ask ought that shall, Or would have performance After my death, when by the help of heaven, This Land is thine, accursed be thy race, May every one forget thou art my Son, And so their own obedience. _Leucip._ Mighty Sir, I do not wish to know that fatal hour, That is to make me King, but if I do, I shall most hastily, (and like a Son) Perform your grant[s] to all, chiefly to her: Remember that you aske what we Agreed upon. _Leon._ Are you prepar'd? then speak. _Hida._ Most Royal Sir, I am prepar'd, Nor shall my Will exceed a Virgins bounds, What I request shall both at once bring Me a full content. _Leon._ So it ever does: Thou only comfort of my feeble age, Make known thy good desire, For I dare swear thou lov'st me. _Hidas._ This is it I beg, And on my knees. The people of your Land, The _Lycians_, are through all the Nations That know their name, noted to have in use A vain and fruitless superstition; So much more hateful, that it bears the shew Of true Religion, and is nothing else But a false-pleasing bold lasciviousness. _Leon._ What is it?