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Scæne 5.
Enter Demetrius and Celia.Cel.
Thus far you shall perswade me still to honour ye,
Still to live with ye sir, or neere about ye;
For not to lye, you have my first and last love,
But since you have conceiv'd an evill against me,
An evill that so much concernes your honour,
That honour aim'd by all at for a patterne:
And though there be a false thought, and confest too,
And much repentance falne in shoures to purge it;
Yet, whilst that great respect I ever bore ye,
Dwels in my bloud, and in my heart that duty;
Had it but been a dreame, I must not touch ye.
Dem.
O you will make some other happy?
Cel.
Never,
Upon this Hand I'le seale that faith.
Dem.
We may kisse,
Put not those out o'th' peace too.
Cel.
Those I'le give ye,
So there you will be pleas'd to pitch your ultra,
I will be merry with ye; sing, discourse with ye,
Be your poore Mistris still: in truth I love ye.
Enter Leontius, Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Lieutenant, Gentleman.
Dem.
Stay, who are these?
Lys.
A very hansome Lady?
Leo.
As ere you saw.
Sel.
Pitty her heart's so cruell.
Lys.
How does your Grace? he stands still, will not heare us.
Ptol.
We come to serve ye sir, in all our fortunes.
Lys.
He bowes a little now; he's strangely alter'd.
Sel.
Ha? pray ye a word Leontius, pray ye a word with ye
Lysimachus? you both knew mine Enanthe,
I lost in Antioch, when the Towne was taken,
Mine unckle slaine, Antigonus had the sack on't?
Lys.
Yes, I remember well the girle.
Sel.
Methinkes now
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The same, but more yeares on her; the very same.
Lys.
A cherry to a cherry is not liker.
Sel.
Looke on her eyes.
Leo.
Most certaine she is like her:
Many a time have I dandled her in these armes sir,
And I hope who will more.
Ant.
What's that ye looke at, Princes?
Sel.
This picture, and that Lady sir.
Ant.
Ha: they are neare:
They only erre in time.
Lys.
Did you marke that blush there?
That came the nearest.
Sel.
I must speake to her.
Leo.
You'l quickly be resolved.
Sel.
Your name sweet Lady?
Cel.
Enanthe, sir: and this to beg your blessing.
Sel.
Doe you know me?
Cel.
If you be the King Seleucus,
I know you are my father.
Sel.
Peace a little,
Where did I lose ye?
Cel.
At the sack of Antioch,
Where my good Unckle di'de, and I was taken,
By a meane souldier taken: by this Prince,
This noble Prince, redeemed from him againe,
Where ever since I have remained his servant.
Sel.
My joyes are now too full: welcome Enanthe,
Mine owne, my dearest, and my best Enanthe.
Dem.
And mine too desperate.
Cel.
You shall not thinke so,
This is a peace indeed.
Ant.
I hope it shall be,
And aske it first.
Cel.
Most royall sir, ye have it.
Dem.
I once more beg it thus.
Sel.
You must not be deni'd sir.
Cel.
By me, I am sure he must not: sure he shall not;
Kneeling I give it too; kneeling I take it;
And from this houre, no envious spight ere part us.
All.
The gods give happy joyes; all comforts to ye.
Dem.
My new Enanthe.
Ant.
Come, beat all the Drums up,
And all the noble instruments of war:
Let 'em fill all the Kingdome with their sounds;
And those the brazen arch of heaven breake through,
While to the Temple we conduct these two.
Leo.
May they be ever loving, ever young,
And ever worthy of those lines they sprong:
May their faire issues walke with time along.
Lieu.
And hang a coward now; and there's my song.
Exeunt.
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