Chi. Lord Maximus attends your Grace.
Emp. Go tell him
I'll meet him in the Gallery:
The honesty of this Æcius,
Who is indeed the Bull-wark of the Empire,
Has div'd so deep into me, that of all
The sins I covet, but this Womans beauty,
With much repentance now I could be quit of;
But she is such a pleasure, being good,
That though I were a god, she'd fire my blood.
[Exeunt.
[Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.]
Enter the Emperour, Maximus, Licinius, Proculus, Chilax, as at Dice.
Emp. Nay ye shall set my hand out, 'tis not just
I should neglect my fortune now 'tis prosperous.
Lic. If I have any thing to set your Grace,
But Cloaths or good conditions, let me perish.
You have all my money, Sir.
Pro. And mine.
Chi. And mine too.