Flo. How!
Dec. Less worthy than myself; for so they judge
The proudest subject to a foreign prince.
But when you mention love, where are your blushes?
What can you answer for the practising
The queen's affection, when embassador
You lay here from Castile, pretending only
Affairs importing both the kingdoms? Nor
Can you, my lord, be tax'd by your discretion,
That by the humblest arts of love you labour
To win so bright a beauty, and a queen
So potent. Your affection looks not here
Without an eye upon your profit.
Flo. Witness, Love!
Dec. No protestation. If you will withdraw
Your forces from our kingdom, and permit
Us to our laws and government, that peace,
Which hath continued many ages sacred,
Stands firm between us. But if not——
Flo. To arms!
Dec. Pray stay, my lord. Doth not your lordship see
Th' advantage I have in the place? With how
Much ease I may secure my fortune from
The greatest danger of your forces?
Flo. Ha!
'Twas inconsiderate in me: but I trusted
To th' honour of your word, which you'll not violate.
Dec. Go safely off, my lord. And now be dumb
All talk of peace: we'll parley in the drum.
[Exeunt several ways, the drum beating.