Lys. Did you mark that blush there? That came the nearest.
Sel. I must speak to her.
Leo. You'll quickly be resolved.
Sel. Your name sweet Lady?
Cel. Enanthe, Sir: and this to beg your blessing.
Sel. Do you know me?
Cel. If you be the King Seleucus, I know you are my Father.
Sel. Peace a little, Where did I lose ye?
Cel. At the Sack of Antioch,
Where my good Unckle di'd, and I was taken,
By a mean Souldier taken: by this Prince,
This noble Prince, redeem'd from him again,
Where ever since I have remain'd his Servant.
Sel. My joys are now too full: welcome Enanthe, Mine own, my dearest, and my best Enanthe.