Bac. Oh, captain Bessus, I thank you. I would speak with you anon.

Bes. When you please, I will attend your lordship.

[Exit Bessus.

Bac. Madam, I’ll take my leave too.

Pan. Good Bacurius!

[Exit Bacurius.

Gob. Madam, what writes his majesty to you?

Pan. Oh, my lord,
The kindest words! I’ll keep ’em while I live,
Here in my bosom; there’s no art in ’em;
They lie disorder’d in this paper, just
As hearty nature speaks ’em.

Gob. And to me
He writes, what tears of joy he shed, to hear
How you were grown in every virtuous way;
And yields all thanks to me, for that dear care
Which I was bound to have in training you.
There is no princess living that enjoys
A brother of that worth.

Pan. My lord, no maid
Longs more for anything, and feels more heat
And cold within her breast, than I do now,
In hope to see him.

Gob. Yet I wonder much
At this: He writes, he brings along with him
A husband for you, that same captive prince;
And if he love you, as he makes a show,
He will allow you freedom in your choice.

Pan. And so he will, my lord, I warrant you;
He will but offer, and give me the power
To take or leave.

Gob. Trust me, were I a lady,
I could not like that man were bargain’d with,
Before I chose him.

Pan. But I am not built
On such wild humours; if I find him worthy,
He is not less because he’s offered.

Spa. ’Tis true he is not; ’would, he would seem less!

[Apart.

Gob. I think there is no lady can affect
Another prince, your brother standing by;
He doth eclipse men’s virtues so with his.

Spa. I know a lady may, and, more I fear,
Another lady will.

[Apart.

Pan. ’Would I might see him!

Gob. Why so you shall. My businesses are great:
I will attend you when it is his pleasure
To see you, madam.

Pan. I thank you, good my lord.

Gob. You will be ready, madam?

Pan. Yes.

[Exit Gobrias.