Ther. Marry Olympia!
No, cou’d he with Olympia give the World,
I could not love, nor marry her.
—Oh, my Lysander! what evasion now?
—Didst hear the noble Offer of the General?
Lys. I did, great Sir, and what will you return?
Ther. If I refuse, I must offend the Man
To whom of all the World I am most oblig’d,
And one who knowing me but by my Services,
Offers me what Thersander might accept.
Lys. It’s fit you should consult the Princess, Sir, What ‘tis you ought to do.
Ther. I’ll take thy Counsel—and wait upon Olympia: —Yes, I will go visit her, though but to prove No Torment can be like dissembled Love.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV. A Chamber.
_Enter Queen, Cleomena, Honorius.
Qu. Is’t possible, my Brother, you can have
So great a Passion for the publick good,
As willingly to sacrifice your Child to its Repose,
And make her Arms the soft and easy Chains
To link this gallant Stranger to our Interest?
Hon. His Virtue I prefer above a Crown.