Second young lord. �gisthus bids most fair. I take you.
Diony. My friends, would that I had for each of you
So fair a sister, and were not thus forced
To choose among you. Who is first to speak?
Her. I pray this gift, my lord.
Diony. Brave admiral,
You would stand high, perhaps the highest with us,
Were't not that old wives make new enemies.
Icetes. I'm free to give my undivided heart.
Diony. But, good Icetes, age is creeping on you.