CONSTANTINE. Quite sure.
GALLICANUS. We shall see. I say you will be indignant.
CONSTANTINE. Your fears are groundless. Come! Speak!
GALLICANUS. Since you command me, I will. I love Constance. I love your daughter.
CONSTANTINE. That is well. You do right to love the daughter of your sovereign. Your love honours her.
GALLICANUS. You say this to cut me short.
CONSTANTINE. Not so.
GALLICANUS. I wish to marry her. Will you give your consent?
CONSTANTINE. He asks no small thing, my lords. This is an honour of which none of you have ever dreamed.
GALLICANUS. Alas! I foresaw this. He scorns me. (To the Lords) Intercede for me, I implore you.