Charles Di Tocca

ing of some chance Worthily to repay you. If 'tis this, I am distrest. I cannot plead your suit.

BARDAS: You cannot or you will not?

ANTONIO: I have said. Ask me for service on your foes, for gold, Faith or devotion, friendship you're aloof to, For all that will and honor well may render With nicety, and I'll be wings and heart, More--drudge to your desire.

HÆMON: Nobly, my lord! Bardas, you must atone----

BARDAS: Peace, Hæmon.

HÆMON: Peace Is goad and gall! Why do you burn my cheek With this indignity?

BARDAS: Do you ask why? (to ANTONIO.) A little since one of your father's guard Gave his command in seal to Helena Upon the streets, to instantly repair Unto his halls--which she must henceforth honor. You knew it not?

ANTONIO: My father?

BARDAS: O, well feigned. Be sure none will suspect he is too old For knightly feat like this--and that he has A son!

ANTONIO: To Helena! my father! sealed!

HÆMON: B