_Rob._ Had our division been greater, madam, Your clemency, the wrong being done to you, In pardon of it, like the rod of concord, Must make a perfect union.--Once more, With a brotherly affection, we receive you Into our favour: let it be your study Hereafter to deserve this blessing, far Beyond your merit. _Bert._ As the princess' grace To me is without limit, my endeavours, With all obsequiousness to serve her pleasures, Shall know no bounds: nor will I, being made Her husband, e'er forget the duty that I owe her as a servant. _Aurel._ I expect not But fair equality, since I well know, If that superiority be due, 'Tis not to me. When you are made my consort, All the prerogatives of my high birth cancell'd, I'll practise the obedience of a wife, And freely pay it. _Gonz._ This done, as it is promised, may well stand for A precedent to great women. _Rob._ One word more Touching the articles. _Enter_ FULGENTIO, CAMIOLA, SYLLI, _and_ ADORNI. _Ful._ In you alone Lie all my hopes; you can or kill or save me; But pity in you will become you better (Though I confess injustice 'tis denied me) Than too much rigour. _Cam._ I will make your peace As far as it lies in me; but must first Labour to right myself. _Aurel._ Or add or alter What you think fit; in him I have my all: Heaven make me thankful for him! _Rob._ On to the temple. _Cam._ Stay, royal sir; and, as you are a king, Erect one[166] here, in doing justice to An injured maid. _Aurel._ How's this? _Bert._ O, I am blasted! _Rob._ I have given some proof, sweet lady, of my promptness To do you right; you need not, therefore, doubt me; And rest assured, that, this great work despatch'd, You shall have audience, and satisfaction To all you can demand. _Cam._ To do me justice Exacts your present care, and can admit Of no delay. If, ere my cause be heard, In favour of your brother you go on, sir, Your sceptre cannot right me. He's the man, The guilty man, whom I accuse; and you Stand bound in duty, as you are supreme, To be impartial. Since you are a judge, As a delinquent look on him, and not As on a brother: Justice painted blind, Infers her ministers are obliged to hear The cause, and truth, the judge, determine of it; And not sway'd or by favour or affection, By a false gloss, or wrested comment, alter The true intent and letter of the law. _Rob._ Nor will I, madam. _Aurel._ You seem troubled, sir. _Gonz._ His colour changes too.