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Lys.So let them, there's time enough.

Diph.You are the Brother to the King, my Lord; We'll take your word.

Lys.Strato, thou hast some skill in Poetry, What think'st thou of the Mask? will it be well?

Strat.As well as Mask can be.

Lys.As Mask can be?

Strat. Yes, they must commend their King, and speak in Praise of the Assembly, bless the Bride and Bridegroom, in Person of some God; they're tyed to Rules of Flattery.

Cle. See, good my Lord, who is return'd!

Lys.Noble Melantius! The Land by me Welcomes thy Virtues home to Rhodes. Thou that with Blood abroad buy'st us our Peace; The Breath of Kings is like the Breath of Gods; My Brother wisht thee here, and thou art here; He will be too kind, and weary thee with often welcomes; but the time doth give thee a welcome above this or all the World's.

Mel.My lord, my Thanks; but these scratch'd Limbs of mine Have spoke my Love and Truth unto my Friends, More than my tongue e'er could: my Mind's the same It ever was to you, where I find Worth, I love the Keeper, till he let it go, And then I follow it.

Diph.Hail, worthy Brother!