Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Dorialus, Agenor, Nisus.
Agenor.
Trust me my Lord Dorialus, I had mist of this, if you had not call'd me; I thought the Princesses birth-day had been to morrow.
Nisus. Why, did your Lordship sleep out the day?
Dor. I marvel what the Duke meant to make such an idle vow.
Nis. Idle, why?
Dor. Is't not idle, to swear to grant his Daughter any thing she shall ask on her birth-day? she may ask an impossible thing: and I pray heaven she do not ask an unfit thing at one time or other; 'tis dangerous trusting a mans vow upon the discretion on's Daughter.
Age. I wonder most at the Marquis her Brother, who is always vehemently forward to have her desires granted.