Ptol.  We come to serve ye, Sir, in all our fortunes.

Lys.  He bows a little now; he’s strangely alter’d.

Sel.  Ha? pray ye a word Leontius, pray ye a word with ye, Lysimachus? you bo’th knew mine Enanthe, I lost in Antioch, when the Town was taken, Mine Uncle slain, Antigonus had the sack on’t?

Lys.  Yes, I remember well the Girl.

Sel.  Methinks now That face is wondrous like her:  I have her picture, The same, but more years on her; the very same.

Lys.  A Cherry to a Chery is not liker.

Sel.  Look on her eyes.

Leo.  Most certain she is like her:  Many a time have I dandled her in these arms, Sir, And I hope who will more.

Ant.  What’s that ye look at, Pr[in]ces?

Sel.  This Picture, and that Lady, Sir.

Ant.  Ha! they are near:  They only err in time.

Lys.  Did you mark that blush there?  That came the nearest.

Sel.  I must speak to her.

Leo.  You’ll quickly be resolved.

Sel.  Your name sweet Lady?

Cel. Enanthe, Sir:  and this to beg your blessing.

Sel.  Do you know me?

Cel.  If you be the King Seleucus, I know you are my Father.

Sel.  Peace a little, Where did I lose ye?

Cel.  At the Sack of Antioch,
Where my good Unckle di’d, and I was taken,
By a mean Souldier taken:  by this Prince,
This noble Prince, redeem’d from him again,
Where ever since I have remain’d his Servant.

Sel.  My joys are now too full:  welcome Enanthe, Mine own, my dearest, and my best Enanthe.

Dem.  And mine too desperate.

Sel.  You shall not think so, This is a peace indeed.

Ant.  I hope it shall be, And ask it first.

Cel.  Most Royal Sir, ye have it.

Dem.  I once more beg it thus.

Sel.  You must not be deny’d, Sir.

Cel.  By me, I am sure he must not:  sure he shall not; Kneeling I give it too; kneeling I take it; And from this hour, no envious spight e’re part us.

All.  The gods give happy joyes; all comforts to ye.

Dem.  My new Enanthe.

Ant.  Come, beat all the Drums up,
And all the noble instruments of War: 
Let ’em fill all the Kingdom with their sound,
And those the brazen Arch of Heaven break through,
While to the Temple we conduct these two.

Leo.  May they be ever loving, ever young, And ever worthy of those lines they sprung; May their fair issues walk with time along.

Lieu.  And hang a Coward now; and there’s my song. [Exeunt.

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