Asc. If sovereignty be the idol of thy soul,
I will divide my kingdom. Thou shalt reign
As independent as myself.
Flo. Great sir,
Continue but your favour, and my stars
Cannot afford a greatness equals it.
The treasures of th' ambitious are the scorn
Of those who seriously contemplate life.
My fortune's high enough: and now my thoughts
Grow temperate. Not for the empire of the east,
(Which yet retains the treasures man enjoy'd
Ere he grew black with sin), would I have wanted
This bless'd occasion to express the zeal
I owe my prince. Here, with as free a soul
I give her to your arms as e'er you threw
A smile upon my service.
Asc. Thanks, dear friend!
(That word must speak our loves). By this great gift
Thou hast redeem'd me from the torture, and
Possess'd me of the fairest.
Flo. O!
Asc. The fairest nature e'er made for wonder.
Flo. She is fair.
Asc. Enjoying her, thy king shall live, who else
Were desperate beyond cure. He shall be envied;
And every year, as age threatens decay,
He shall regain new life from her. Florentio,
Believe't, there's miracle in such a beauty.
Flo. Surely there is.
Enter Queen, Sanmartino, Oniate, Cleantha, Floriana.
And see sh' appears! how like some heavenly vision,
That kills with too much glory!