ACT 3. SCENE 2.
King. Stratocles. Disanius. Justinius.
King.
Pray trouble me no further. I have said,
That if in five dayes space she make not choice
Of one of those whom (I must tell you Stratocles)
She loves, and I prefer before you, then
I'le weigh your suit, and reasons; and till then
I say't again, you are a trouble to me.
Str.
A trouble Sir? That were a time that knew me,
A trouble to your enemies, not you,
When this same lump of earth (which now's a trouble)
Stood a sole Bulwark of your Realm; repelling
Arms of foes; shrowding your fearful Subjects
Under my shield; guarding your fields and Vineyards
From desolation; your Palaces from ruine;
And am I now a trouble?
Dis.
Stratocles,
You lose the glory of your deeds by blazing