Arch.

If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bithynia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bithynia, and your Sicilia.

Cam.

I think, this coming summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bithynia the visitation which he justly owes him. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bithynia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been so^{1 note} royally attorney'd,^{2 note} with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook

hands, as over a vast;^{3 note} and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch.

I think there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Cam.

I very well agree with you in the hopes of him. It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life to see him a man.

Arch.

Would they else be content to die?

Cam.

Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Arch.

If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.