You have not visited the court, Chamont, Since your return? Cham. I have no bus'ness there; I have not slavish temperance enough T' attend a favourite's heels, and watch his smiles, Bear an ill office done me to my face, And thank the lord that wrong'd me, for his favour. Acas. This you could do.[to his Sons. Cas. I'd serve my prince. Acas. Who'd serve him? Cas. I would, my lord. Pol. And I; both would. Acas. Away! He needs not any servants such as you. Serve him! he merits more than man can do! He is so good, praise cannot speak his worth; So merciful, sure he ne'er slept in wrath! So just, that, were he but a private man, He could not do a wrong! How would you serve him? Cas. I'd serve him with my fortune here at home, And serve him with my person in his wars: Watch for him, fight for him, bleed for him. Pol. Die for him, As ev'ry true-born, loyal, subject ought. Acas. Let me embrace ye both! now, by the souls Of my brave ancestors, I'm truly happy! For this, be ever blest my marriage day! Blest be your mother's memory, that bore you; And doubly blest be that auspicious hour That gave ye birth! Enter a Servant. Serv. My lord, th' expected guests are just arriv'd. Acas. Go you and give 'em welcome and reception. [exeunt Castalio and Polydore. Cham. My lord, I stand in need of your assistance, In something that concerns my peace and honour. Acas. Spoke like the son of that brave man I lov'd! So freely, friendly, we convers'd together. Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it; Thou shalt command my fortune and my sword. Cham. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your justice, Your bounty shown to what I hold most dear, My orphan sister, must not be forgotten! Acas. Pr'ythee no more of that, it grates my nature. Cham. When our dear parents dy'd, they dy'd together; One fate surpris'd 'em, and one grave receiv'd 'em; My father, with his dying breath, bequeath'd Her to my love; my mother, as she lay Languishing by him, call'd me to her side, Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embrac'd me; Then press'd me close, and, as she observ'd my tears, Kiss'd them away: said she, "Chamont, my son, By this, and all the love I ever show'd thee, Be careful of Monimia: watch her youth; Let not her wants betray her to dishonour; Perhaps, kind heav'n may raise some friend." Then sigh'd, Kiss'd me again; so bless'd us, and expir'd. Pardon my grief. Acas. It speaks an honest nature. Cham. The friend heav'n rais'd was you; you took her up, An infant, to the desert world expos'd, And prov'd another parent. Acas. I've not wrong'd her. Cham. Far be it from my fears. Acas. Then why this argument? Cham. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll bear it. Acas. Go on. Cham. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly; Good offices claim gratitude; and pride,