Qu. To make thy way more easy to my Arms.
Abd. Was that all?
Qu. All!
Abd. Not but it is a Blessing Gods would languish for— But as you’ve made it free, so make it just.
Qu. Thou mean’st, marry thee.
Abd. No, by the Gods— [Aside. Not marry thee, unless I were a King.
Qu. What signifies the Name to him that rules one?
Abd. What use has he of Life, that cannot live Without a Ruler?
Qu. Thou wouldst not have me kill him.
Abd. Oh, by no means, not for my wretched Life!
What, kill a King!—forbid it, Heaven:
Angels stand like his Guards about his Person.
The King!
Not so many Worlds as there be Stars
Twinkling upon the embroider’d Firmament!
The King!
He loves my Wife Florella, shou’d he die—
I know none else durst love her.