Leo. Punish rebellion, and revenge your wrong,
Euph. Sir, my revenge shall be to make your peace,
Neither was this rebellion, but rash love.
Enter Conon.
Co. How's this? unarm'd left, now found doubly arm'd?
A[n]d those that would have slain him at his feet?
Oh Truth, thou art a mighty Conqueress:
The Queen (my Lord) perplex'd in care of you,
That, cross to her command, hazard your self
In person, here is come into the Field,
And like a Leader, marches in the head
Of all her Troops, vows that she will demolish
Each stone of this proud Tower be you not safe:
She chafes like storms in Groves, now sighs, now weeps,
And both sometimes, like Rain and Wind commixt,
Abjures her Son for ever, less himself
Do fetch you off in person, that did give
Your self to save him of your own free will,
And swears he must not, nor is [f]it to live.
Euph. Oh she's a Mistriss for the gods.
Ag. And thou a godlike servant fit for her.
Leo. Wide Greece
May boast, because she cannot boast thy like.
Euph. Thus Conon tell her Highness.
Co. My joy flies.
Eup. Let's toward her march: stern Drum speak gentle peace.