Enter Theanor, Agenor, Leonidas above.
Leo. Make good that Fortification, and the Watch
Keep still upon the Battlements; Royall Sir,
Weigh but our injuries, we have told you fully
The manner and the matter hales us thus;
Nor shall this upstart Mushrum bred i'th night,
Sit brooding underneath your Mothers wings
His damn'd impieties.
Ag. For your self brave Prince,
Fear nothing that this face of arms presents:
We ask the Ravisher, and have no means
To win him from your most indulgent Mother
But by this practice.
The. Stout Leonidas,
Princely Agenor, your wrongs cry so loud,
That who so would condemn you is not heard:
I blame you not, who but Euphanes durst
Make Stories like to this? My wrong's as strong
Aske my revengeful arm to strengthen yours:
As for my fear, know you, and Greece throughout.
Enter Euphanes and Conon.
Our Mother was a Spartan Princess born,
That never taught me to spell such a word.
Con. Sir, you do tempt your life.
Euph. Conon, no more.
Do thus as thou wouldst save it. [Sound Trumpet within.
Ag. What Trumpet's this?
Leo. Beneath I do perceive
Two armed men, single, that [give] us summons
As they would treat.