[163] _Walks she on woollen feet._] The expression is classical (_lanei pedes_), but does not bear the classical sense. How Massinger understood it I cannot tell; perhaps, as equivalent to motion without noise.--GIFFORD. [164] _Mithridate._] An antidote. "_Mithridate_ is one of the capital medicines of the shops, consisting of a great number of ingredients, and has its name from its inventor, Mithridates, King of Pontus."--QUINEY. SCENE IV. _Palermo. A Room in_ CAMIOLA'_s House_. _Enter_ SYLLI, CAMIOLA, _and_ CLARINDA, _at several doors._ _Syl._ Undone! undone!--poor I, that whilome was The top and ridge of my house, am, on the sudden, Turn'd to the pitifullest animal O' the lineage of the Syllis! _Cam._ What's the matter? _Syl._ The king--break, girdle, break! _Cam._ Why, what of him? _Syl._ Hearing how far you doted on my person, Is come himself a suitor, with the awl Of his authority to bore my nose, And take you from me--Oh, oh, oh! _Cam._ Do not roar so: The king! _Syl._ The king. Yet loving Sylli is not So sorry for his own as your misfortune: If the king should carry you, he can but make you A queen, and what a simple thing is that To the being my lawful spouse! the world can never Afford you such a husband. _Cam._ I believe you. But how are you sure the king is so inclined? Did not you dream this? _Syl._ With these eyes I saw him Dismiss his train, and lighting from his coach, Whispering Fulgentio in the ear. _Cam._ If so, I guess the business. _Syl._ Yonder they are; I dare not _Enter_ ROBERTO _and_ FULGENTIO. Be seen, I am so desperate: if you forsake me, Send me word, that I may provide a willow garland, To wear when I drown myself. O Sylli, Sylli! [_Exit crying._ _Ful._ It will be worth your pains, sir, to observe The constancy and bravery of her spirit. Though great men tremble at your frowns, I dare Hazard my head your majesty, set off With terror, cannot fright her. _Rob._ May she answer My expectation! [_Aside._ _Ful._ There she is. _Cam._ My knees thus Bent to the earth, while my vows are sent upward For the safety of my sovereign, pay the duty Due for so great an honour, in this favour Done to your humblest handmaid. _Rob._ You mistake me; I come not, lady, that you may report The king, to do you honour, made your house (He being there) his court; but to correct Your stubborn disobedience. A pardon For that, could you obtain it, were well purchased With this humility. _Cam._ A pardon, sir! Till I am conscious of an offence, I will not wrong my innocence to beg one. What is my crime, sir? _Rob._ Look on him I favour, By you scorn'd and neglected. _Cam._ Is that all, sir?