Lys. Still more and more mysterious: But I have
Gained one of her women that shall unriddle it.—
[Aside.
Come, gentlemen.
All Dep. Heaven preserve your majesty! [Exeunt LYS. and Dep.
Queen. Philocles, you may stay.
Phil. I humbly wait your majesty's commands.
Queen. Yet, now I better think on't, you may go.
Phil. Madam!
Queen. I have no commands;—or, what's all one, You, no obedience.
Phil. How! no obedience, madam? I plead no other merit; 'tis the charter By which I hold your favour, and my fortunes.
Queen. My favours are cheap blessings, like rain and sunshine, For which we scarcely thank the gods, because We daily have them.
Phil. Madam, your breath, which raised me from the dust,
May lay me there again:
But fate nor time can ever make me lose
The sense of your indulgent bounties to me.