Dem. I shall be rul'd;
Let the Battels now move forward,
Our self will give the signal: Enter Trumpet and Herald.
Now Herald, what's your message?
Her. From my Masters, This honourable courtesie, a Parley For half an hour, no more, Sir.
Dem. Let 'em come on, They have my Princely word.
Enter Seleucus, Lysimacus, Ptolomie, Attendants, Souldiers.
Her. They are here to attend ye.
Dem. Now Princes, your demands?
Sel. Peace, if it may be Without the too much tainture of our honour: Peace, and we'l buy it too.
Dem. At what price?
Lysi. Tribute.
Ptol. At all the charge of this War.