SCENA IV.
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Enter Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Lieutenant, Gentlemen, Lords.
Ant. This peace is fairly made.
Seleu. Would your Grace wish us To put in more: take what you please, we yield it; The honour done us by your son constrains it, Your noble son.
Ant. It is sufficient, Princes; And now we are one again, one mind, one body, And one sword shall strike for us.
Lys. Let Prince Demetrius But lead us on: for we are his vowed servants; Against the strength of all the world we'l buckle.
Ptol. And even from all that strength we'l catch at victory.
Sel. O had I now recover'd but the fortune I lost in Antioch, when mine Unckle perish'd; But that were but to surfeit me with blessings.
Lys. You lost a sweet child there.
Sel. Name it no more Sir; This is no time to entertain such sorrows; Will your Majesty do us the honour, we may see the Prince, And wait upon him?
Enter Leon.
Ant. I wonder he stayes from us: How now Leontius, where's my son?
Sel. Brave Captain.
Lys. Old valiant Sir.
Leo. Your Graces are welcom: Your son and't please you Sir, is new cashiered yonder, Cast from his Mistris favour: and such a coil there is; Such fending, and such proving; she stands off, And will by no means yield to composition: He offers any price; his body to her.
Sel. She is a hard Lady, denies that caution.
Leo. And now they whine, and now they rave: faith Princes, 'Twere a good point of charity to piece 'em; For less than such a power will doe just nothing: And if you mean to see him, there it must be, For there will he grow, till he be transplanted.
Sel. Beseech your grace, let's wait upon you thither, That I may see that beauty dares deny him, That scornfull beauty.
Ptol. I should think it worse now; Ill brought up beauty.
Ant. She has too much reason for't; Which with too great a grief, I shame to think of, But we'll go see this game.
Lys. Rather this wonder.
Ant. Be you our guide Leontius, here's a new peace. [Ex.