The. This must not be my way;
Your pardon gracious Madam: these incitements
Made me not shew so clear a countenance
Upon the Lord Euphanes as I would:
Which since your Majesty affects so grievously
I'll clear the black cloud of it, and henceforth
Vow on this knee all love and grace to him.
Quee. Rise with my blessing, and to prove this true,
Bear him from me this Cabinet of Jewels
In your own person, tell him, for his marrying
He may dispose him how, and when he please. [Exit Quee.
The. I shall discharge my duty and your will. Crates?
Enter Crates.
Cra. I have heard all my Lord, how luckely
Fate pops her very spindle in our hands:
This Marriage with Beliza you shall cross,
Then have I one attempt for Lamprias more
Upon this Phaeton: where's Merione's Ring,
That in the Rape you took from her?
The. 'Tis here.
Cra. In and affect our purpose; you my Lord
Shall disobey your Mothers charge, and send
This Cabinet by some servant of her own,
That what succeeds may have no reference
Unto your Highness.
The. On, my engine on.
Cra. Now, if we be not struck by Heavens own hand,
We'l ruine him, and on his ruines stand. [Exeunt.