[ Enter Pharamond.
Pha. My Princely Mistress, as true lovers ought,
I come to kiss these fair hands; and to shew
In outward Ceremonies, the dear love
Writ in my heart.
Phi. If I shall have an answer no directlier,
I am gone.
Pha. To what would he have an answer?
Are. To his claim unto the Kingdom.
Pha. Sirrah, I forbear you before the King.
Phi. Good Sir, do so still, I would not talk with you.
Pha. But now the time is fitter, do but offer To make mention of right to any Kingdom, Though it be scarce habitable.
Phi. Good Sir, let me go.
Pha. And by my sword.