Ste. Since without risk you may pursue your folly,
I'll not oppose you.
First Ephor. Dianessa, you
Abide our will?
Dia. And welcome it. 'Twill work
Like Mars in me, and make my arm
The gallows of his fame. The Athenian lady!
I'd choose a husband among men.
Bia. And I,
My generous, dear lords, would woo and win
Some mute and humble maid. I would not force
The noble Dianessa bend her head
To one unworthied by a hostile Fate.
First Ephor. Tut, sir! If Fortune's love returns with heat
That makes you conqueror, by that same sun
Her pride will melt, and you will find her meek
As gosling in your hand.
Second Ephor. 'Tis settled so.
Wear what you win.
Pyrr. [Rising] Ye reverend men, and you,
My noble father, may my suit reveal
My love to Sparta and your love to me,
Which has not spoken in this act of yours
That overpeers me and gives up my due
To Dianessa.
First Ephor. Ha?
Pyrr. Though Mirador
Was forced below her, never in a bout
Has she ta'en honors from me, while I oft
Have left her down.
Second Ephor. Speak'st truly?