Dear to my soul, and from no man that moves
Within my reach, need he fear death or harm.
Ctes. (aside). Hark to him now!
Ant. (to Pen.). We all are bounden, lady,
To serve thy house; and I above the rest
Have shewn my zeal, sailing my galley forth
To meet thy son with honour, and in safety
To escort him home.
Pen.Standing but late above
I overheard your council; look, I bid you