Aur. By that love once ye bare to me, by that Sir,
That blessed maid enjoys—
Dio. Rise up, dear Cousin,
And be your words your judges: I forgive ye:
Great as ye are, enjoy that greatness ever,
Whilst I mine own content make mine own Empire.
Once more I give ye all; learn to deserve it,
And live to love your Good more than your Greatness.
Now shew your loves to entertain this Emperour
My honest neighbours. Geta, see all handsom.
Your Grace must pardon us, our house is little;
But such an ample welcom as a poor man
And his true love can make you and your Empress.
Madam, we have no dainties.
Aur. 'Tis enough, Sir;
We shall enjoy the riches of your goodness.
Sould. Long live the good and gracious Dioclesian.
Dio. I thank ye, Souldiers, I forgive your rashness.
And Royal Sir, long may they love and honour ye.
[Drums march afar off.
What Drums are those?
Del. Meet 'em, my honest Son,
They are thy friends, Charinus and the old Souldiers
That come to rescue thee from thy hot Cousin.
But all is well, and turn all into welcoms:
Two Emperours you must entertain now.
Dio. O dear Mother,
I have will enough, but I want room and glory.
Del. That shall be my care. Sound your pipes now merrily,
And all your handsom sports. Sing 'em full welcoms.