keep their arms ready for what may come. We are a match for them,
whatever may be their design. To-morrow we will probe this matter to
its depths.
_2nd Court._ Depend upon it, there is no time to lose if we would
forestall these fellows. But here comes the procession to the
banqueting-hall.
[Citizens _going to banquet two and two._
_Meg._ (_with a gold wand_). This way, gentlemen; this way, masters
and mistresses; this way, Respectables!
[_Accompanies them to the end of the stage towards the
banqueting-hall in the distance. Returns to escort another party._
Musicians, _etc._
_Enter_ Senators, _two and two._
_Meg._ (_bowing profoundly three times_). Most Illustrious Senators!
this way, your Highnesses; this way.
_Enter_ MELISSA _and other_ Ladies.
(_To_ MELISSA) Fairest and loveliest of your adorable sex, your slave
prostrates himself before your stainless and beatific feet (_bowing
low and kissing his fingers_). Illustrious Ladies, I pray you to
advance.
_Lys._ (_with Courtiers standing apart_). A good appetite, my
friends. Enjoy yourselves while you may.
_Bard._ We are quite ready, my Lord Lysimachus. Are you not (_with a
sneer_) for the banquet?
_Lys._ In good time, in good time. If they only knew.
[_Aside._
_Bard._ (_overhearing_). If _you_ knew all, my friends.
_Meg._ (_returning_). I pray you, most Illustrious Senators, to
excuse the absence of a guard of honour.
_Bard._ Nay, nay; we are peaceful people, and have no armed men
nearer than Bosphorus, as my Lord Lysimachus knows. There are plenty
in that favoured State, no doubt.
_Lys._ (_confused_). What does this insolence mean? I would the hour
were come.
_Enter_ ZETHO, _with his retinue._
_Meg._ Your Gravity, Your Sincerity, Your Sublime and Wonderful
Magnitude, Your Illustrious and Magnificent Highness, I prostrate
myself before Your Altitude. Will You deign to walk this way?
_Zetho._ My lord, I am no Caesar, but a simple citizen of Cherson,
called by my fellows to preside over the State. Use not to me these
terms, I pray of you, but lead on quickly.
_Meg._ I prostrate myself before Your Eminence.
_Enter_ ASANDER _and_ GYCIA.
_Meg._ (_returning_). Noble Prince, will your Illustrious Consort and
yourself deign to follow me?
_Asan._ Nay, good Megacles, will you and these gentlemen go first? I
have a word to say to the Lady Gycia. We will be with you before the
guests are seated.
_Meg._ I obey, my
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