[Aside.
Bard. (overhearing). If you knew all, my friends.
Meg. (returning). I pray you, most Illustrious Senators, to excuse the absence of a guard of honour.
Bard. Nay, nay; we are peaceful people, and have no armed men nearer than Bosphorus, as my Lord Lysimachus knows. There are plenty in that favoured State, no doubt.
Lys. (confused). What does this insolence mean? I would the hour were come.
Enter Zetho, with his retinue.
Meg. Your Gravity, Your Sincerity, Your Sublime and Wonderful Magnitude, Your Illustrious and Magnificent Highness, I prostrate myself before Your Altitude. Will You deign to walk this way?
Zetho. My lord, I am no Cæsar, but a simple citizen of Cherson, called by my fellows to preside over the State. Use not to me these terms, I pray of you, but lead on quickly.
Meg. I prostrate myself before Your Eminence.
Enter Asander and Gycia.