Euar. Read it, Eubulus,
Once more, and then call in my son and daughter.
Eub. If e'er thy issue male thou liv'st to see,
The child thou think'st is thine, thine shall not be.
Euar. Calligone is not my child; proceed.
Eub. His life shall be obscure: twice shall thy hate
Doom him to death, yet shall he 'scape that fate.
Euar. 'Tis true, that twice I did command his death,
First thinking him a bastard, then a shepherd,
For his offence: the gods are just. Go on.
Eub. And thou shalt live to see, that not long after
Thy only son shall wed thy only daughter.
Euar. This was a riddle ever till this day,
Their marriage has made it plain. Eubulus,
Call in Archigenes, and call thy daughter,
The fair Calligone, that I may pour
My blessings on them: and I long to see
Those characters thou writ'st about his neck,
That I may call him mine.
Eub. See where they are!
Euar. Archigenes, come nearer, for thou art
A stranger yet, although thou be my son.
The character is plain, it is the same
Eubulus writ to me: ye heavenly powers,
Give me a heart that may be large enough
T' express my joy for these and thanks to you.
Thyr. My royal father—for I am instructed
To call you so—if I have done amiss
In hasting to this match, I ask your pardon.