Ors. Away with your Philosophy; but now you said— I was a King, a mighty God on Earth, And by that Power I may do any thing.
Ger. But Kings are just as well as powerful, Sir.
Ors. I am so to my self, do not oppose me.
Ger. Sir, this one is not meant, not form’d for you.
Ors. Am I a God, and can be disobey’d?
Remove that Contradiction from my sight,
And let him live no longer: ha, more Women!
[Exit Geron.
Enter Olympia and other Women.
Oh Nature, how thou’st furnish’d me with Store!
And finer far than this—
[Gazes on Olympia.
—But what is that whose Eyes give Laws to all,
And like the Sun, eclipse the lesser Lights?
Qu. Speak to him, Olympia.
Ors. Who tells me what she is?
Olym. Oh, how I tremble!—Sir, I am a Maid.