Dio. Forward, I fear not;
For if she knows not this, sure she knows nothing;
Enter Delphia.
I am so confident—
Max. 'Faith, so am I too,
That I shall make her Devils sides hum.
Dio. She comes here;
Go take your stand.
Max. Now holly, or you howl for't. [Exit.
Dio. 'Tis pity this young man should be so stubborn.
Valiant he is, and to his valour temperate,
Only distrustful of delays in Fortune;
I love him dearly well.
Del. Now, my Son Diocles,
Are ye not weary of your game to day?
And are ye well?
Dio. Yes, Mother, well and lusty,
Only ye make me hunt for empty shadows.
Del. You must have patience, Rome was not built in one day:
And he that hopes, must give his hopes their Currents.
You have kill'd a mighty Boar.