Alib. You think me, sir, a mistress quickly won.
So soon to finish what is scarce begun:
In this surprise should I a judgment make,
'Tis answering riddles ere I'm well awake:
If you oblige me suddenly to chuse,
The choice is made, for I must both refuse:
For to myself I owe this due regard,
Not to make love my gift, but my reward.
Time best will show, whose services will last.
Odm. Then judge my future service by my past. What I shall be, by what I was, you know: That love took deepest root, which first did grow.
Guy. That love, which first was set, will first decay; Mine, of a fresher date, will longer stay.
Odm. Still you forget my birth.
Guy. But you, I see, Take care still to refresh my memory.
Mont. My sons, let your unseemly discord cease, If not in friendship, live at least in peace. Orbellan, where you love, bestow your wreath.
Orb. My love I dare not, even in whispers, breathe.
Mont. A virtuous love may venture any thing.
Orb. Not to attempt the daughter of my king.
Mont. Whither is all my former fury gone?
Once more I have Traxalla's chains put on,
And by his children am in triumph led:
Too well the living have revenged the dead!