That calls my flesh unto them: I am cold: I can find nothing in the whole discourse If all that's left in me can answer it. years, I've heard, if there be any life, but bow Enter Servant. Serv. This is a great grace to my lord, to have Asp. Was it a dream? There stands Amintor the new king come to him: I must tell him he still; Asp. And talked of tears and sorrow unto her? Amin. 'Tis true; and 'till these happy signs in thee Did stay my course, 'twas thither I was going. Asp. Thou'rt there already, and these wounds are hers: Those threats, I brought with me, sought not re- But came to fetch this blessing from thy hand. Amin. Dare my soul ever look abroad again? Amin. The world wants lives to excuse thy loss! Amin. Alas! All that I am's not worth a hair from thee, is entering. Oh, heaven! Help, help! Enter LYSIPPUS, MELANTIUS, CALIANAX, CLEON, Lys. Where's Amintor? Mel. These deaths are such acquainted things with me, Diph. Oh, brother! Here lies your sister slain; you lose yourself Mel. Why, Diphilus, it is A thing to laugh at, in respect of this: All that I had! Speak once again: What youth Asp. Give me thy hand; my hands grope up Lies slain there by thee? and down, And cannot find thee: I am wondrous sick : Amin. Thou greatest blessing of the world, Asp. I do believe thee better than my sense. Oh! I must go. Farewell! [Dies. Amin. She swoons! Aspatia! Help! for Such as may chain life ever to this frame. Amin. 'Tis Aspatia. My last is said. Let me give up my soul [Dies. Cal. What's that? what's that? Aspatia! Repent the greatness of my heart till now: Cal. My daughter dead here too! And you have all fine new tricks to grieve; but I never knew any but direct crying. Mel. I am a prattler; but no more. Diph. Hold, brother. 28 Lys. Stop him. Diph. Fie! how unmanly was this offer in you; Does this become our strain? Cal. I know not what the matter is, but I am grown very kind, and am friends with you. You have given me that among you, will kill me quickly; but I'll go home, and live as long as I can. Mel. His spirit is but poor, that can be kept From death for want of weapons. Is not my hand a weapon sharp enough To stop my breath? or, if you tie down those, Or drink, or sleep, or have to do with that, Lys. Look to him tho', and bear those bodies in. May this a fair example be to me, To rule with temper: For, on lustful kings, Enter DION, CLEREMONT. and THRASILINE. Cle. HERE'S nor lords nor ladies! Dion. Credit me, gentlemen, I wonder at it They received strict charge from the king to attend here. Besides, it was boldly published, that no officer should forbid any gentlemen, that desire to attend and hear. Cle. Can you guess the cause? Dion. Sir, it is plain, about the Spanish prince, that's come to marry our kingdom's heir, and be our sovereign. Thra. Many, that will seem to know much, say, she looks not on him like a maid in love. Dion. Oh, sir, the multitude (that seldom know any thing but their own opinions) speak that, they would have; but the prince, before his own approach, received so many confident messages from the state, that I think she's resolved to be ruled. Cle. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy both these kingdoms of Sicily and Calabria. Dion. Sir, it is, without controversy, so meant. But 'twill be a troublesome labour for him to enjoy both these kingdoms with safety, the right heir to one of them living, and living so virtuously; especially, the people admiring the bravery of his mind, and lamenting his injuries. Cle. Who? Philaster? Dion. Yes; Whose father, we all know, was by our late king of Calabria unrighteously deposed from his fruitful Sicily. Myself drew some blood in those wars, which I would give my hand to be washed from. Cle. Sir, my ignorance in state policy will not let me know, why, Philaster being heir to one of these kingdoms, the king should suffer him to walk abroad with such free liberty. Dion. Sir, it seems your nature is more constant than to enquire after state news. But the king, of late, made a hazard of both the kingdoms, of Sicily and his own, with offering but to imprison Philaster. At which the city was in arms, not to be charmed down by any state order or proclamation, till they saw Philaster ride through the streets pleased, and without a guard; at which they threw their hats, and their arms from them; some to make bonfires, some to drink, all for his deliverance. Which, wise men say, is the cause, the king labours to bring in the power of a foreign nation, to awe his own with. Enter KING, PHARAMOND, ÅRETHUSA, and train. Make her feel moderate health; and when she sleeps, In making no ill day, knows no ill dreams. A sweeter mistress than the offered language Thra. This will be hardly done. So brave a gentleman's wronged, and flung Thra. I fear. Cle. Who does not? Dion. I fear not for myself, and yet I fear too. Well, we shall see, we shall see. No more. J Aside. Pha. Kissing your white hand, mistress, I take leave To thank your royal father; and thus far (For so deserving you have spoke me, sir, You in me have your wishes. Oh, this country! Thra. Miraculous! Dion. I wonder what's his price? For certainly He'll sell himself, he has so praised his shape. But here comes one, more worthy those large speeches, Than the large speaker of them. Let me be swallowed quick, if I can find, By this sun, he'll never make a king King. Rise; you have it, sir. Dion. Mark but the king, how pale he looks with fear! Oh! this same whorson conscience, how it jades us! King. Speak your intents, sir. Phi. Shall I speak them freely? We give you freedom. Phi. Then thus I turn My language to you, prince; you, foreign man! Ne'er stare, nor put on wonder, for you must Endure me, and you shall. This earth you tread upon my dead father (oh, I had a father, And say, I might have been.' I tell thee, Pha- When thou art king, look I be dead and rotten, Pha. He's mad; beyond cure, mad. Dion. Here is a fellow has some fire in his veins: King. You displease us : Phi. No, sir, I am too tame, Too much a turtle, a thing, born without passion, over, And makes nothing. King. I do not fancy this. Call our physicians: Sure he is somewhat tainted. Dion. He has given him a general purge already, for all the right he has; and now he means to let him blood. Be constant, gentlemen: By these hilts, I'll run his hazard, although I run my name out of the kingdom. Cle. Peace, we are all one soul. Pha. What you have seen in me, to stir offence, To mutiny within you; without disputing me; And I dare make it mine. You have your answer. And ringed among the choicest of his friends You deserve our frown. Go to; be better tem- Phi. It must be, sir, when I am nobler used. The injuries you aim at, in your riddles. Phi. If you had my eyes, sir, and sufferance, My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laughed at. Phi. Take them, Dion. I cannot blame him: there's danger in't. Every man in this age has not a soul of crystal, for all men to read their actions through: Men's hearts and faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but view yon stranger well, and you shall see a fever through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true recreant. If he give not back his crown again, upon the report of an elder gun, I have no augury. King. Go to! Be more yourself, as you respect our favour; Will put upon you. Smooth your brow, or by the Phi. I am dead, sir; you are my fate. It was Said, I was wronged: I carry all about me, King. Sure, he's possessed. Phi. Yes, with my father's spirit: It is here, A dangerous spirit. Now he tells me, king, King. Away, I do not like this: I pardon your wild speech, without so much I gave you not this freedom to brave our best Did he give fire to! How he shook the king, friends. Made his soul melt within him, and his blood |