Alardo. Thus thrice am I the father of one son: By ordinary geniture and birth; And by my son's deliverance from death-- Yea, resurrection, for I held him dead; And now experience within these months Of our forlorn and shipwrecked wanderings Has moulded him into a goodly youth, Refined and brilliant in all inward beauty: Witness his conduct in the regency: What prince had nailed such shackles on his power, Or fixed his bondage for so long a term, Simply for love of his sire's memory, Seeing that hope of life there could be none? This is a certain new-birth; for I feared, By some hot coltish springs his blood had fetched, That, boiling high, it might sad trouble brew; And partly 'twas to coy his restive sprite I planned that voyage whose conclusion Had such ill opening, and ends so well.-- Now, heaven forgive my selfishness! Guido, Go, send out messengers on every coast. It could not well bechance that we alone Of all our ship's crew should be now dry-shod: Yea, and indeed it would be marvellous, That of five vessels in the self-same track, Four should be swallowed wholly by the deep. Bid all the mariners who leave our ports To pass no ship unspoken they may spy: We have escaped, so may those who remain: Till they are landed safe, and not till then Will I take heart to laugh. Go quickly, sir. Guido. Your grace's mandate needs no issuing, For penalties have been already paid By those who disobeyed the prince in this. Alardo. He does anticipate our utmost wish. Guido. He is, sire, a right slip of the old tree We know well whence his rosy graces spring; Yet, if you should be pricked in finding out Among these flowers a thorn, be not surprised. Alardo. Be not so emblematic, trusty Guido. Guido. I do not, sire, asperse your dead queen's fame But she was mother to our noble prince; Now queens are women, and all women are But women---- Alardo. 'Tis most true; and spades are spades. Guard well your tongue. Proceed, sir, and be brief. Guido. Pardon, your majesty. You are too quick: I meant not as your jealousy conceives: But I will stake my head none of their sex Are better than their sphere of life requires: This is their utmost character for good. Alardo. Come, we have heard your doctrine many a time: And, by the way, how does your vestal daughter? Still in her cloister mewed from eyes profane? But without more digression, Rupert's fame Seems by your blazoning a little blurred. Record me how a bend sinister comes To blot the fair field of his character. Guido. Being a woman's son, unstable motion, The loose stone in his virtue's strong rampire, Threatens a downcome to its battled front; For he pursues with lewd desire or love-- Both in this case disastrous to a prince-- A maiden of the very humblest strain, Who, by her beauty's unassisted charms, Or these and spells of necromantic art, Has found his weakness: this did I smell out When his companions' younger noses failed. Alardo.