CHAMB. 
     His Highness is as yet unused to Court,
     And to the ceremonious interchange
     Of compliment, especially to those
     Who draw their blood from the same royal fountain.

     Seg. 
     Where is the lad?  I weary of all this—­
     Prince, cousins, chamberlains, and compliments—­
     Where are my soldiers?  Blow the trumpet, and
     With one sharp blast scatter these butterflies
     And bring the men of iron to my side,
     With whom a king feels like a king indeed!

     (Voices within.  Within there! room for the Princess Estrella!)

     (Enter Estrella with Ladies.)

     Estrella. 
     Welcome, my Lord, right welcome to the throne
     That much too long has waited for your coming: 
     And, in the general voice of Poland, hear
     A kinswoman and cousin’s no less sincere.

     Seg. 
     Ay, this is welcome-worth indeed,
     And cousin cousin-worth!  Oh, I have thus
     Over the threshold of the mountain seen,
     Leading a bevy of fair stars, the moon
     Enter the court of heaven—­My kinswoman! 
     My cousin!  But my subject?—­

     EST.
     If you please
     To count your cousin for your subject, sir,
     You shall not find her a disloyal.

     Seg. 
     Oh,
     But there are twin stars in that heavenly face,
     That now I know for having over-ruled
     Those evil ones that darken’d all my past
     And brought me forth from that captivity
     To be the slave of her who set me free.

     EST.
     Indeed, my Lord, these eyes have no such power
     Over the past or present:  but perhaps
     They brighten at your welcome to supply
     The little that a lady’s speech commends;
     And in the hope that, let whichever be
     The other’s subject, we may both be friends.

     Seg. 
     Your hand to that—­But why does this warm hand
     Shoot a cold shudder through me?

     EST.
     In revenge
     For likening me to that cold moon, perhaps.

     Seg. 
     Oh, but the lip whose music tells me so
     Breathes of a warmer planet, and that lip
     Shall remedy the treason of the hand! 
     (He catches to embrace her.)

     EST.
     Release me, sir!

     CHAMB. 
     And pardon me, my Lord. 
     This lady is a Princess absolute,
     As Prince he is who just saluted you,
     And claims her by affiance.

     Seg. 
     Hence, old fool,
     For ever thrusting that white stick of yours
     Between me and my pleasure!

     Ast.
     This cause is mine. 
     Forbear, sir—­

     Seg. 
     What, sir mouth-piece, you again?