Ors. Am I indeed a King?
And is there such a thing as fair Olympia?
Hadst thou not been the first had told me this,
By Heaven, thou’dst dy’d for thus concealing it;
Not all the Obligations of my Youth
Should have preserv’d thee.
Ger. Till now I wanted Opportunity;
For had you known your Quality before,
You wou’d have grown impatient of the Crown,
And by that Haste have overthrown your Interest.
Ors. And canst thou now provide against my Ignorance?
Ger. Sir, we have gain’d the Army on our side.
Ors. What’s that?
Ger. Those Numbers that I told you should adore you.
Ors. When shall I see them, Geron?
Ger. E’er long, Sir: should your Deliverance
Be wrought by any other Means than theirs,
It were to snatch a Glory from their Hands,
Which they design their only Recompence.
Ors. Oh, how I am transported with the Joy! But, Geron, art thou sure we do not dream?
Ger. Then Life it self’s a Dream— Hark, I hear a noise— [Noise.