SCENA II.
Enter Apollodorus, Eros, Arsino.
Apol. Is the Queen stirring, Eros?
Eros. Yes, for in truth
She touch'd no bed to night.
Apol. I am sorry for it,
And wish it were in me, with my hazard,
To give her ease.
Ars. Sir, she accepts your will,
And does acknowledge she hath found you noble,