Meg. My lord,
All revolution will dispel as air
Before your eye. Our Cordiaz is great,
But his familiar subjects are too near
To take his height, while you they know to be
Of giant measure; and when once they see
Your majesties are brothered, Cordiaz
Will grow your twin in stature.
Hud. You've our word.
Meg. I treasure it,—and lest repeated thanks
Stale their sincerity. I beg to say
Good-night.
Hud. You have our leave. Good-night, my lord.
[Megario bows impressively to Hudibrand, slightly to Borduc, and is passing out when Hernda, who has crossed right, intercepts him]
Her. You leave us early, Lord Megario.
Meg. I do not leave, your Highness. I am driven.
I go to drudgery with my secretaries,
Foregoing even the sleep that might have brought
Your dreamèd face to me.
Her. Is 't still your wish
To meet our Spanish guest?
Meg. He grants me that?
Her. He has refused a meeting.