SCENE III.
Enter Charinus, Aurelia, Cassana, Ambassadours, Attendants.
Aur. Never dispute with me; you cannot have her:
Nor name the greatness of your King; I scorn him:
Your knees to me are nothing; should he bow too,
It were his dutie, and my power to slight him.
Cha. She is her woman; never sue to me;
And in her power to render her, or keep her;
And she, my Sister, not to be compell'd,
Nor have her own snatch'd from her.
Amb. We desire not,
But for what ransom she shall please to think of;
Jewels, or Towns, or Provinces.
Aur. No ransom,
No, not your Kings own head, his crown upon it,
And all the low subjections of his people.
Amb. Fair Princes should have tender thoughts.
Aur. Is she too good
To wait upon the mighty Emperours Sister?
What Princess of that sweetness, or that excellence,
Sprung from the proudest, and the mightiest Monarchs,
But may be highly blest to be my servant?
Cas. 'Tis most true, mighty Lady.
Aur. Has my fair usage
Made you so much despise me and your fortune,
That ye grow weary of my entertainments?
Henceforward, as ye are, I will command ye,
And as you were ordain'd my prisoner,
My slave, and one I may dispose of any way,
No more my fair Companion: tell your King so:
And if he had more Sisters, I would have 'em,
And use 'em as I please. You have your answer.