Leo.  I am glad on’t.

Cel.  Nor dare believe his tears.

Dem.  You may, blest beauty, For those thick streams that troubled my repentance, Are crept out long agoe.

Leo.  You see how he looks.

Cel.  What have I to doe how he looks? how lookt he then, When with a poisoned tooth he bit mine honour?  It was your counsel too, to scorn and slight him.

Leo.  I, if ye saw fit cause; and you confest too,
Except this sin, he was the bravest Gentleman,
The sweetest, noblest:  I take nothing from ye,
Nor from your anger; use him as you please: 
For to say truth, he has deserved your justice;
But still consider what he has been to you.

Cel.  Pray do not blind me thus.

Dem.  O Gentle Mistris,
If there were any way to expiate
A sin so great as mine, by intercession,
By prayers, by daily tears, by dying for ye: 
O what a joy would close these eyes that love ye.

Leo.  They say women have tender hearts, I know not, I am sure mine melts.

Cel.  Sir, I forgive ye heartily,
And all your wrong to me I cast behind me,
And wish ye a fit beauty to your vertues: 
Mine is too poor, in peace I part thus from you;
I must look back:  gods keep your grace:  he’s here still. [Ex.

Dem.  She has forgiven me.

Leo.  She has directed ye: 
Up, up, and follow like a man:  away Sir,
She lookt behind her twice:  her heart dwells here Sir,
Ye drew tears from her too:  she cannot freeze thus;
The door’s set open too, are ye a man? 
Are ye alive? do ye understand her meaning? 
Have ye bloud and spirit in ye?

Dem.  I dare not trouble her.

Leo.  Nay, and you will be nip’t i’th’ head with nothing, Walk whining up and down; I dare not, I cannot:  Strike now or never:  faint heart, you know what Sir—­ Be govern’d by your fear, and quench your fire out.  A Devil on’t, stands this door ope for nothing?  So get ye together, and be naught:  now to secure all, Will I go fetch out a more soveraign plaister. [Exeunt.

SCENA IV.

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.