_Leon._ Oh Nephew: we have no use to imploy your Virtue in our War: now the Province is well setled. Hear you aught of the Marquis? _Ismen._ No Sir. _Leon._ 'Tis strange he should be gone thus: These five days he was not seen. _Tim._ I'll hold my [life], I could bolt him in an hour: _Leon._ Where's my Daughter? _Dori._ About the purging of the Temples, Sir. _Leon._ She's chaste and virtuous; fetch her to me, And tell her I am pleas'd to grant her now Her last request, without repenting me. [_Exit_ Nis. Be it what it will: she is wise, _Dorialus_ And will not press me farther than a Father. _Dor._ I pray the best may follow; yet if your Grace Had taken the opinions of your people, At least of such, whose wisdoms ever wake About your safety, I may say it, Sir, Under your noble pardon: that this change Either had been more honor to the gods, Or I think not at all. Sir, the Princess. _Enter_ Hidaspes, Nisus, _and_ Zoylus. _Leon._ Oh my Daughter, my health! And did I say my soul, I ly'd not; Thou art so near me, speak, and have whatever Thy wise Will leads thee too: had I a Heaven, It were too poor a place for such a goodness. _Dor._ What's here? _Agen._ An Apes skin stuft I think, 'tis so plump. _Hida._ Sir, you have past your word, Still be a Prince, and hold you to it. Wonder not I press you, my life lies in your word: If you break that, you have broke my heart, I must ask That's my shame, and your Will must not deny me: Now for Heaven be not forsworn. _Leon._ By the gods I will not, I cannot, were there no other power, Than my love call'd to a witness of it. _Dor._ They have much reason to trust, You have forsworn one of 'em out o'th' countrey already. _Hida._ Then this is my request: This Gent. Be not ashamed, Sir: You are worth a Kingdom. _Leon._ In what? _Hida._ In the way of marriage. _Leon._ How? _Hida._ In the way of marriage, it must be so, Your oath is ti'd to Heaven: as my love to him. _Leon._ I know thou dost but try my age, Come ask again. _Hida._ If I should ask all my life-time, this is all still. Sir, I am serious, I must have this worthy man without enquiring why; and suddenly, and freely: Doe not look for reason or obedience in my words: My love admits no wisdom: Only haste, and hope hangs on my fury, Speak Sir, speak, but not as a Father, I am deaf and dull to counsel: inflamed blood Hears nothing but my Will; For Gods sake speak. _Dor._ Here's a brave alteration. _Nis._ This comes of Chastity. _Hida._ Will not you speak Sir? _Agen._ The god begins his vengeance; what a sweet youth he has sent us here, with a pudding in's belly!