In your name, mine, and in that of the land. Rupert. Which thou and it and they shall surely have. Stand from the shade, ye social rebels. What! My Cinthio! thou should'st have trusted me.-- This is the final doom that I decree. Guido, take thou thy daughter in one hand, Her lover in the other. Mother mine, Here is my hand and here is Eulalie's. Lord Guido, thou next best blood to the throne, Surrender here into this shepherd's arms Thy well-beloved and only daughter, Faustine. Good Martha, of the very lowliest stock, On me, King Rupert, thy sweet child bestow. I now revoke my first decree, and take That title, which is mine, to make this right; For kings are higher than all laws but love. Do as we bid, lord Guido; join their hands, As Martha now unites my love's and mine. Do it, I say; or else by Hymen's torch I'll marry thee to Martha, and so make Three marriages, by which a king becomes A peasant's husband, and a subject's son; Obtains a mother--a poor fisher's widow-- Who brings with her a lordly father-in-law, A gentle sister, and a simple brother: Thus I, a king, beget more new affection Than love, which not incites this my election. Alardo. Rash boy, forbear. Rupert. My father! Alardo. Yes, Rupert. No ghost, in health, and likely long to live. Leave go her hand; and you, girl, let his go. Woman, be you more careful of your child. We wait to be obeyed. Rupert. I'll not obey: I owe no duty, know no king, but love. Eulalie. Farewell, dear Rupert. Rupert and farewell I say now finally: yet kiss me once. My dream dispels before your father's frown: Those fairies which we saw we did not see; I am still half asleep: when I awake My cheated eyes will weep their own deceit, Viewing my chamber's walls so falsely real. Go to your father, prince; I'll to my mother. Faustine. I have no father, and I have no king Save thee, my Cinthio, and my dearest love. I see her heart is almost split in twain; But if they rive my body from thine arms, My heart entire will stay there: I shall die. Alardo. I had forgot: you two need not to part; Conrad will speak the barrier away. Cinthio. I do remember now two soothsayers. Rupert. I see them in my father and this lord. Conrad. You see aright. Shepherd, thou art my son. I here have watched thee with a lynx's eyes, And noted every motion of thy limbs, Thy heart's each flutter and thy tongue's each word, And every act; and in thy very sighs, Thine eye's upturning, there is limned past doubt A faithful copy of thy heaven-homed mother. But let me see the chain that's round thy neck. Thou art my son! Cinthio. My father! Guido. Go, Faustine, Go to him. Royal sir, my word is proved, That women are but governed by their bloods. Alardo. And dogs, and men, and angels I presume.-- But what to do with my sad son I know not. Martha. I'm going to disown thee, Eulalie.