King. Philip, upon your Life, Upon your strict Allegiance, I conjure you To remain at Court, till I have reconcil’d you.
Phil. Never, Sir; Nor can you bend my Temper to that Tameness.
King. ‘Tis in my Power to charge you as a Prisoner; But you’re my Brother—yet remember too I am your King—No more.
Phil. I will obey.
King. Abdelazer,
I beg you will forget your Cause of Hate
Against my Brother Philip, and the Cardinal;
He’s young, and rash, but will be better temper’d.
Abd. Sir, I have done, and beg your royal Pardon.
King. Come, Philip, give him your Hand.
Phil. I can forgive without a Ceremony.
King. And to confirm ye Friends,
I invite you all to Night to banquet with me;
Pray see you give Attendance—Come, Brother,
You must along with us.
[Exeunt all but Abd. Queen and Women.