Enter Pindarus.
Cle. Pardon me, madam, this mirth's a liberty; your cousin doth allow me. Here comes your father.
[Pindarus whispers with Ergasto: he
speaks to Hermione.
Pin. How long is't you have undertaken to be your own disposer?
Her. Sir!
Pin. After my cares had sought you out a man that brings all blessings that the world calls happy, you must refuse him!
Her. Sir, I have taken an oath.
Pin. I know the priest that gave it. Do you not blush, being so young, to know how to distinguish the difference of desires! And this so wildly, that you will put off your obedience rather than lose one that you dare not say hath interest in you; but by my hopes of rest, I'll use the power custom and nature give me to force you to your happiness.
Enter Lysicles.
Lys. How now, my lord? What miracle can raise a tempest here, where so much beauty reigns?