Asan. My liege, I am willing for this marriage. Let it be.
King. My son, we have not yet heard all. Read on, sir.
Ambas. "There is one condition which not my will, but the jealousy of our people enforces, viz. that the Prince Asander, if he weds my daughter, shall thenceforth forswear his country, nor seek to return to it on pain of death. I pray thee, pardon the rudeness of my countrymen; but they are Greeks, and judge their freedom more than their lives."
Asan. Insolent hounds!
This is too much. I will have none of them.
Take back that message.
King.
Thou art right, my son.
I could not bear to lose thee, not to win
A thousand Chersons. Let us fight alone,