_Sanaz._ O sir, I would not be The harbinger of aught that might distaste you; And therefore know (for 'twere a sin to torture Your highness' expectation) your vice-admiral, By my directions, hath surprised the galleys Appointed to transport the Asian tribute Of the great Turk. A richer prize was never Brought into Florence. _Coz._ Still my nightingale, That with sweet accents dost assure me that My spring of happiness comes fast upon me! Embrace me boldly. I pronounce that wretch An enemy to brave and thriving action, That dares believe but in a thought, we are Too prodigal in our favours to this man, Whose merits, though with him we should divide Our dukedom, still continue us his debtor. _Hip._ 'Tis far from me. _Alph._ We all applaud it. _Coz._ Nay, blush not, Sanazarro; we are proud Of what we build up in thee; nor can our Election be disparaged, since we have not Received into our bosom and our grace A glorious[66] lazy drone, grown fat with feeding On others' toil, but an industrious bee, That crops the sweet flowers of our enemies, And every happy evening returns Loaden with wax and honey to our hive. _Sanaz._ My best endeavours never can discharge The service I should pay. _Coz._ Thou art too modest; But we will study how to give, and when, _Enter_ GIOVANNI _and_ CONTARINO. Before it be demanded.----Giovanni! My nephew! let me eye thee better, boy. In thee, methinks, my sister lives again; For her love I will be a father to thee, For thou art my adopted son. _Giov._ Your servant, And humblest subject. _Coz._ Thy hard travel, nephew, Requires soft rest, and therefore we forbear, For the present, an account how thou hast spent Thy absent hours. See, signiors, see, our care, Without a second bed, provides you of A hopeful prince. Carry him to his lodgings, And, for his further honour, Sanazarro, With the rest, do you attend him. _Giov._ All true pleasures Circle your highness! _Sanaz._ As the rising sun, We do receive you. _Giov._ May this never set, But shine upon you ever! [_Exeunt_ GIOVANNI, SANAZARRO, HIERONIMO, ALPHONSO, _and_ HIPPOLITO. _Coz._ Contarino! _Cont._ My gracious lord. _Coz._ What entertainment found you From Carolo de Charomonte? _Cont._ Free, And bountiful. He's ever like himself, Noble and hospitable. _Coz._ But did my nephew Depart thence willingly? _Cont._ He obey'd your summons As did become him. Yet it was apparent, But that he durst not cross your will, he would Have sojourn'd longer there, he ever finding Variety of sweetest entertainment. But there was something else; nor can I blame His youth, though with some trouble he took leave Of such a sweet companion. _Coz._ Who was it?