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SCENE IV.

Enter Philocles and Lysimantes.
Lys.
Is the Queen this way, Madam?

Flor.
I'le see, so please your Highness: Follow me, Captive.

Cel.
March on Conquerour—

[She pulls him.
Lys.
You're sure her Majesty will not oppose it?

Exeunt Cel. Flor.
Phil.
Leave that to me my Lord.

Lys.
Then though perhaps my Sisters birth might challenge
An higher match,
I'le weigh your merits on the other side
To make the ballance even

Phil.
I go my Lord this minute.

Lys.
My best wishes wait on you.
[Exit Lysimantes.