Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Simonides and the Knights: Simonides reading a letter.
Knights. May we not get access to her, my lord?
Sim. 'Faith, by no means; it is impossible.
Knights. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
(Exeunt.
Sim. So—
They're well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:
She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight;
Well, I commend her choice;