Mech. Your ladyship sows dangerous seed abroad.
Mar. But I hope, my lord, all grounds are not fruitful.
Queen. Well, wench, shalt be the proud woman's champion.
Mar. And I'll defend them against all men, as at single tongue.
Mech. I had rather fight with a giant than you at that weapon.
Cyp. [To Epire.] My lord, go forth, return in your own shape,
Say I am coming.
Epire. I go, my lord. [Exit Epire.
Cyp. [Aside.] I'll note their countenance when they hear of me:
Kings often see that which they would not see.
Queen. Dancing hath made me weary. What sport is next?
Phil. What your highness will command.