Enter Lincoln.
Linc. My lords, prepare yourselves for revelling,
’Tis the king’s pleasure that this day be spent
In royal pastimes, that this golden lord,
For so all that behold him, christen him,
May taste the pleasures of our English court.
Here comes the gallant, shining like the sun. [Trumpets sound.
Enter Athelstane, Andelocia, Agripyne, Orleans, Ladies, and other Attendants, also Insultado. Music sounds within.
Andel. For these your royal favours done to me,
Being a poor stranger, my best powers shall prove,
By acts of worth, the soundness of my love.
Athelst. Herein your love shall best set out itself,
By staying with us: if our English isle
Hold any object welcome to your eyes,
Do but make choice, and claim it as your prize. [The King and Cyprus confer aside.
Andel. I thank your grace: would he durst keep his word,
I know what I would claim. Tush, man, be bold,
Were she a saint, she may be won with gold.
Cypr. ’Tis strange, I must confess, but in this pride,
His father Fortunatus, if he live,
Consumes his life in Cyprus: still he spends,
And still his coffers with abundance swell,
But how he gets these riches none can tell. [The King and Agripyne confer aside.
Athelst. Hold him in talk: come hither, Agripyne.
Cypr. But what enticed young Andelocia’s soul
To wander hither?