Enter Demetrius, Polidora, Sophia, Macarius, Cassander, Lisima.
Eub. They are here.
Leo. Then thus I flie into their bosoms,
Nature has rectifi'd in me, Demetrius,
The wandrings of ambition, our dear Sister
You are amaz'd, I did expect it, read
Assurance there, the day is big with wonder.
Mac. What means all this?
Leo. Lisimachus, be dear to us,
Cassander, you are welcome too.
Cas. Not I,
I do not look for't, all this sha'not bribe
My conscience to your faction, and make
Me false agen, Seleucus is no son
Of Theodosius, my dear Countrey-men
Correct your erring duties, and to that,
Your lawful King, prostrate your selves, Demetrius
Doth challenge all your knees.
Dem. All Love and Duty,
Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother
I am confirm'd.
Cas. You are [t[o]o] credulous,
What can betray your faith so much?
Leo. Sophia, you appear sad, as if your Will
Gave no consent to this days happiness.
Sop. No joy exceeds Sophia's for your self.
Lis. With your pardon, Sir, I apprehend
A cause that makes her troubled, she desires
To know, what other Mistriss, since her late
Unkindness I have chosen to direct
My faith and service.
Leo. Another Mistriss?
Lis. Yes, Sir.
Leo. And does our Sister love Lisimachus?
Sop. Here's something would confess.
Leo. He must not dare
To affront Sophia.
Cas. How my shame confounds me,
I beg your justice, without pity on
My age.
Leo. Your pennance shall be, to be faithful
To our state hereafter,
Omnes. May you live long and happy,
Leonatus, King of Epire.
Leo. But where's your other Mistriss?
Lis. Even here, Sir.
Leo. Our Sister? is this another Mistriss, Sir?
[L]is.] It holds
To prove my thoughts were so when she began
Her sorrow for neglecting me, that sweetness
Deserv'd, I should esteem her another Mistriss,
Then when she cruelly forsook Lisimachus,
Your pardon Madam, and receive a heart
Proud with my first devotions to serve you.
Sop. In this I am crown'd agen, now mine for ever.
Leo. You have deceiv'd her happily,
Joy to you both.
Dem. We are ripe for the same wishes,
Polidora's part of me.
Pol. He all my blessing.
Leo. Heaven pour full joys upon you.
Mac. We are all blest,
There wants but one to fill your arms.
Leo. My Mistriss,
And Wife shall be my Countrey, to which I
Was in my birth contracted, your love since
Hath plaid the Priest to perfect what was ceremony
Though Kingdoms by just Titles prove our own,
The subjects hearts do best secure a Crown. [Exeunt Omnes.
[EPILOGUE].
There is no Coronation to day,
Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,
If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,
Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,
Our solemn day sets glorious, for then
We hope by their [s[oft] influence, the men
Will grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,
(Both) how we please, and bless our covetous ear
With your applause, more welcome than the Bells
Upon a triumph, Bonfires, or what else
Can speak a Coronation. And though I
Were late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,
By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,
I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen.