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Are. Dear Philaster, leave

Upon our private sports, our recreations ? To be enraged, and hear me.

*Coun. God uds, I understand you not; but, I Phi. I have done ;

know, the rogue has hurt you. Forgive my passion. Not the calmed sea,

Phi. Pursue thy own affairs; It will be ill When Æolus locks up his windy brood, To multiply blood upon my head; Is less disturbed than I: I'll make you know it. Which thou wilt force me to. Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword,

Coun. I know not your rhetorick; but I can And search how temperate a heart I have; lay it on, if you touch the woman. (They fight. Then you, and this your boy, may live and reign Phi. Slave, take what thou deservest. In sin, without controul. Wilt thou, Bellario ? Are. Heavens guard my lord ! I prithee, kill me: Thou art poor, and may’st Coun. Oh, do you breathe ? Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead : Phi. I hear the tread of people. I am hurt: This way were freer. Am I raging now? The gods take part against me: Could this boor If I were mad, I should desire to live.

Have held me thus else? I must shift for life, Sirs, feel my pulse: Whether have you known Though I do loath it. I would find a course A man in a more equal tune to die?

To lose it rather by my will, than force. Bel. Alas, my lord, your pulse keeps madman's

[Erit Phi. time,

Coun. I cannot follow the rogue. I prithee, So does your tongue.

wench, come and kiss me now. Phi. You will not kill me, then? Are. Kill you !

Enter PHARAMOND, Dion, CLEREMONT, Bel. Not for a world.

THRASILINE, and Woodmen. Phi. I blame not thee,

Pha. What art thou ? Bellario: Thou hast done but that, which gods Coun. Almost killed I am for a foolish woman; Would have transformed themselves to do. Be a knave has hurt her. gone;

Pha. The princess, gentlemen! Where's the Leave me without reply; this is the last

wound, madam ? Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword; Is it dangerous ? Be wise, or worse will follow: We are two

Are. He has not hurt me. Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or Coun. I'faith, she lies; he has hurt her in the suffer.

breast ; look else. Are. If my fortune be so good to let me fall Pha. Oh, sacred spring of innocent blood ! Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. Dion. 'Tis above wonder! Who should dare Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders,

this? No jealousy, in the other world; no ill there? Are. I felt it not. Phi. Na

Pha. Speak, villain, who has hurt the princess ? Are. Shew me then the way.

Coun. Is it the princess ?
Phi. Then guide

Dion. Ay.
My feeble hand, you, that have power to do it, Coun. Then I have seen something yet.
For I must perform a piece of justice. If your Pha. But who has hurt her ?

Coun. I told you, a rogue? I ne'er saw him be. Have any way offended heaven, let prayers

fore, I. Short and effectual reconcile you to it.

Pha. Madam, who did it? Are. I am prepared.

Are. Some dishonest wretch;

Alas! I know him not, and do forgive him. Enter a Country Fellow.

Coun. He's hurt too; he cannot go far; I made Coun. I'll see the king, if he be in the forest ; my father's old fox fly about his ears. I have hunted him these two hours; if I should Pha. How will you have me kill him? come home and not see him, my sisters would Are. Not at all; laugh at me. I can see nothing but people better 'Tis some distracted fellow. borsed than myself, that out-ride me; I can hear Pha. By this hand, nothing but shouting. These kings had need of I'll leave ne'er a piece of him bigger than a nut, good brains; this whooping is able to put a mean And bring him all in my hat. man out of his wits. There's a courtier with his Are. Nay, good sir, sword drawn; by this hand, upon a woman, I think. If you do take him, bring him quick to me, Phi. Are you at peace?

And I will study for a punishment, Are. With heaven and earth.

Great as his fault. Phi. May they divide thy soul and body! Pha. I will.

Coun. Hold, dastard, strike a woman ! Thou’rt Are. But swear. a craven, I warrant thee: Thou would'st be loth

Pha. By all my love, I will. Woodmen, conto play half a dozen of venies at wasters with a duct the princess to the king, and bear that good fellow for a broken head.

wounded fellow to dressing. Come, gentlemen, Phi. Leave us, good friend.

we'll follow the chase close. Are. What ill-bred man art thou, to intrude [Exeunt Are. Pha. Dion, CLE. THRA. and 1 tbyself


Coun. I pray you, friend, let me see the king. Within. Follow, follow, follow ! that way they 2 Wood. That you shall, and receive thanks.

went. Coun. If I get clear with this, I'll go to see no Bel. With my own wounds I'll bloody my own more gay sights.



I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows

That I can stand no longer.
Bel, A heaviness near death sits on my brow,
And I must sleep. Bear me, thou gentle bank,

Enter PHARAMOND, DION, CLEREMONT, and For ever, if thou wilt. You sweet ones all,

THRASILINE. Let me unworthy press you : I could wish, Pha. To this place we have tracked him by I rather were a corse strewed o'er with you,

his blood. Than quick above. Dulness shuts mine eyes, Cle. Yonder, my lord, creeps one away. And I am giddy. Oh, that I could take

Dion. Stay, sir ! —what are you? So sound a sleep, that I might never wake ! Bel. A wretched creature, wounded in these

woods Enter PHILASTER.

By beasts : Relieve me, if your names be men, Phi. I have done ill; my conscience calls me Or I shall

perish. false,

Dion. This is he, my lord, To strike at her, that would not strike at me. Upon my soul, that hurt her: 'Tis the boy, When I did fight, methought I heard her pray That wicked boy, that served her. The gods to guard me. She may be abused, Pha. Oh, thou damned in thy creation ! And I a loathed villain : If she be,

What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the prinShe will conceal who hurt her. He has wounds,

cess? And cannot follow; neither knows he me.

Bel. Then I am betrayed.
Who's this? Bellario sleeping ? If thou be'st Dion. Betrayed ! no, apprehended.
Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep

Bel. I confess, Should be so sound; and mine, whom thou hast Urge it no more, that, big with evil thoughts, wronged,

(Cry within. I set upon her, and did take my aim, So broken. Hark! I am pursued. Ye gods, Her death. For charity, let fall at once I'd take this offered means of my escape : The punishment you mean, and do not load They have no mark to know me, but my wounds, This weary flesh with tortures. If she be true; if false, let mischief light

Pha. I will know On all the world at once ! Sword, print my Who hired thee to this deed. wounds

Bel. Mine own revenge. Upon this sleeping boy! I have none, I think, Pha. Revenge ! for what? Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. Bel. It pleased her to receive

(Wounds him. Me as her page, and, when my fortunes ebbed, Bel. Oh! Death, I hope, is come: Blest be That men strid o'er them careless, she did shower that hand!

Her welcome graces on me, and did swell It meant me well. Again, for pity's sake! My fortunes, 'till they overflowed their banks,

Phi. I have caught myself : [Phi. falls. Threatening the men that crossed them; when,
The loss of blood hath stayed my flight. Here, here,
Is he that struck thee: Take thy full revenge ; As storms arise at sea, she turned her eyes
Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death: To burning suns upon me, and did dry
I'll teach thee to revenge. This luckless hand The streams she had bestowed; leaving me worse,
Wounded the princess; tell my followers, And more contemned, than other little brooks,
Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, Because I had been great. In short, I knew
And I will second thee Get a reward.

I could not live, and therefore did desire
Bel. Fly, fly, my lord, and save yourself. To die revenged.
Phi. How's this?

Pha. If tortures can be found, 'Wouldst thou I should be safe?

Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel Bel. Else were it vain


utmost rigour. For me to live. These little wounds I have

[PHILASTER creeps out of a busk. Have not bled much; reach me that noble hand; Cle. Help to lead him hence. I'll help to cover you.

Phi. Turn back, ye ravishers of innocence! Phi. Art thou true to me?

Know ye the price of that you bear away Bel. Or let me perish loathed ! Come, my good So rudely? lord,

Pha. "Who's that? Creep in among those bushes : Who does know, Dion. 'Tis the lord Philaster. But that the gods may save your much-loved Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all kings in one, breath?

The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl, Phi. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh down That I have wounded thee. What wilt thou do? That virtue! It was I, that hurt the princess. Bel. Shift for myself well. Peace! I hear them Place me, some god, upon a pyramid eome.

Higher than hills

of earth, and lend a voice

as swift


Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence Bathe them. Forgive me, thou, that art the wealth
I may discourse to all the under-world

Of poor Philaster.
The worth that dwells in him !
Phe. How's this?

Enter King, ARETHUSA, and a Guard. Be!. My lord, some man

King. Is the villain taken? Weary of life, that would be glad to die.

Pha. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but, Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies, Bellario. say it was Philaster? Bel. Alas, he's mad! Come, will you lead me Phi. Question it no more; it was.

King. The fellow, that did fight with him, will Phi. By all the oaths, that men ought most to

tell us that. keep,

Are. Ah me! I know he will. And gods to punish most when men do break, King. Did not you know him? He touched her not. Take heed, Bellario,

Are. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised. How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown, Phi. I was so. Oh, my stars ! that I should With perjury. By all that's good, 'twas I!

live still. You know, she stood betwixt me and my right. King. Thou ambitious fool ! Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge.

Thou, that hast laid a train for thy own life! Cle. It was Philaster.

Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk. Dron. Is't not a brave boy?

Bear him to prison. Well, sirs, I fear me, we were all deceived.

Are. Sir, they did plot together to take hence Phi. Have I no friend here?

This harmless life; should it pass unrevenged, Dion. Yes.

I should to earth go weeping: Grant me, then, Phi. Then shew it:

(By all the love a father bears his child)
Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer. Their custodies, and that I may appoint
Would you have tears shed for you, when you die? | Their tortures, and their death.
Then lay me gently on his neck, that there

Dion, Death? Soft! our law
I may weep floods, and breathe out my spirit. Will not reach that, for this fault.
'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold

King. 'Tis granted; take them to you, with a Locked in the heart of earth, can buy away This armful from me: This had been a ransom Come, princely Pharamond, this business past, To have redeemed the great Augustus Cæsar, We may with more security go on Had he been taken. You hard-hearted men, To your intended match. More stony than these mountains, can you see Čle. I pray, that this action lose not Philaster Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your flesh the hearts of the people. To stop his life? To bind whose bitter wounds, Dion. Fear it not: their over-wise heads will Queensought to tear their hair, and with their tears I think it but a trick.




False to a pair of the most trusty ones, Enter Dion, CLEREMONT, and THRASILINE.

That ever earth bore: Can it bear us all ? Thra. Has the king sent for him to death? Forgive, and leave me! But the king hath sent

Dwn. Yes; but the king must know, 'tis not To call me to my death: Oh, shew it me, in his power to war with Hcaven.

And then forget me! And for thee, my boy, Cle. We linger time; the king sent for Philas- I shall deliver words will mollify ter and the headsman an hour ago.

The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. Thra. Are all his wounds well ?

Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing, Dion. All : they were but scratches; but the Worthy your noble thoughts : 'Tis not a life; loss of blood made him faint.

'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. Cle. We dally, gentlemen.

Should I out-live you, I should then out-live Thra. Away!

Virtue and honour; and, when that day comes, Dion. We'll scuffle hard, before he perish. If ever I shall close these eyes but once,

[Ereunt. May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste

my limbs to nothing! Enter PHILASTER, ARETHUSA, and BELLARIO.

Are. And I (the woful’st maid that ever was, Are. Nay, dear Philaster, grieve not; we are Forced with my hands to bring my lord to death) well.

Do, by the honour of a virgin, swear Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear; we are won- To tell no hours beyond it. drous well.

Phi. Make me not hated so. Phi. Oh, Arethusa! oh, Bellario! leave to be Are. Come from this prison, all joyful to our kind :

deaths. I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from earth, Phi. People will tear me, when they find ye If you continue so. I am a man,


To such a wretch as I; I shall die loathed. And wanting a celestial harp to strike
Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I This blessed union on, thus in glad story
For ever sleep, forgotten with my faults ! I give you all. These two fair cedar branches,
Every just servant, every maid in love,

The noblest of the mountain, where they grew Will have a piece of me, if ye be true.

Straitest and tallest, under whose still shades Are. My dear lord, say not so.

The worthier beasts have made their layers, and Bel. A piece of you?

slept, He was not born of woman, that can cut Free from the Sirian star, and the fell thunderIt, and look on.

stroke, Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you,

Free from the clouds, when they were big with For else my heart will break with shame and sor

humour, row.

And delivered, -in thousand spouts, their issues Are. Why, 'tis well.

to the earth: Bel. Lament no more.

Oh, there was none but silent quiet there! Phi. What would you have done,

”Till never-pleased fortune shot up shrubs, If you had wronged me basely, and had found Base under-brambles, to divorce these branches; My life no price, compared to yours? For love, and for a while they did so ; and did reign sirs,

Over the mountain, and choak up his beauty Deal with me truly.

With brakes, rude thorns and thistles, till the sun Bel. 'Twas mistaken, sir.

Scorched them even to the roots, and dried them Phi. Why, if it were?

there: Bel. Then, sir, we would have asked you par. And now a gentle gale hath blown again, don.

That made these branches meet, and twine togePhi. And have hope to enjoy it?

ther, Are. Enjoy it? ay:

Never to be divided. The god, that sings Phi. Would you, indeed ? Be plain.

His holy numbers over marriage-beds, Bel. We would, my lord.

Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand Phi. Forgive me, then.

Your children, mighty king; and I have done. Are. So, so.

King. How, how?" Bel. 'Tis as it should be now.

Are. Sir, if you love it in plain truth, Phí. Lead to my death.

[Exeunt. (For there's no masquing in't) this gentleman,

The prisoner that you gave me, is become Enter King, Dion, CLEREMONT, and

My keeper, and through all the bitter throes THRASILINE.

Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him, King. Gentlemen, who saw the prince ? Thus nobly hath he struggled, and at length Cle. So please you, sir, he's gone to see the Arrived here, my dear husband. city

King. Your dear husband! Call in And the new platform, with some gentlemen The captain of the citadel; there you shall keep Attending on him.

Your wedding. I'll provide a masque shall make King. Is the princess ready

Your Hymen turn his saffron into a sullen coat, To bring her prisoner out?

And sing sad requiems to your departing souls: Thra. She waits your grace.

Blood shall put out your torches; and, instead King. Tell her we stay.

Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks, Dion. King, you may be deceived yet : An axe shall hang like a prodigious meteor, The head, you aim at, cost more setting on Ready to crop your loves' sweets. Hear, ye Than to be lost so lightly. If it must off, Like a wild overflow, that swoops before him From this time do I shake all title off A golden stack, and with it shakes down bridges, of father to this woman, this base woman; Cracks the strong hearts of pines, whose cable And what there is of vengeance, in a lion roots

Cast among dogs, or robbed of his dear young, Held out a thousand storms, a thousand thunders, The same, enforced more terrible, more mighty, And, so made mightier, takes whole villages Expect from me! Upon his back, and, in that heat of pride,

Are. Sir, by that little life I've left to swear Charges strong towns, towers, castles, palaces,

by, And lays them desolate; so shall thy head, There's nothing that can stir me from myself. Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands, What I have done, I've done without repentance; That must bleed with thee, like a sacrifice, For death can be no bugbear unto me, In thy red ruins.

So long as Pharamond is not my headsman.

Dion. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy Enter PHILASTER, ARETHUSA, and BelLARIO

maid, in a robe and garland.

Whene'er thou diest! For this time I'll excuse King. How now! what masque is this?

thee, Bel. Right royal sir, I should

Or be thy prologue. Sing you an epithalamium of these lovers,

Phi. Sir, let me speak next; But, having lost my best airs with my fortunes, And let my dying words be better with you


Than my dull living actions. If you aim

Dion. You say true. Are your swords sharp? At the dear life of this sweet innocent,

Well, my dear countrymen What-d'ye-lack, if you You are a tyrant and a savage monster; continue, and fall not back upon the first broken Your memory shall be as foul behind you, shin, I'll have you chronicled and chronicled, and As you are, living; all your better deeds cut and chronicled, and sung in all-to-be-praised Shall be in water writ, but this in marble ; sonnets, and graved in new brave ballads, that all No chronicle shall speak you, though your own, tongues shall troule you in sæcula sæculorum, my But for the shame of men. No monument kind can-carriers. (Though high and big as Pelion) shall be able Thra. What if a toy take them in the heels To cover this base murder: Make it rich now, and they run all away, and cry, the devil With brass, with purest gold, and shining jasper, take the hindmost ?' Like the Pyramids; lay on epitaphs,

Dion. Then the same devil take the foremost Such as make great men gods ; my little marble too, and souse him for his breakfast ! If they all (That only clothes my ashes, not my faults) prove cowards, my curses fly amongst them, and Shall far out-shine it. And, for after issues, be speeding! May they have murrains rain to Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, keep the gentlemen at home, unbound in easy That they will give you more for your mad rage frieze ! May the moths branch their velvets, and To cut off, unless it be some snake, or something their silks only be worn before sore eyes ! May Like yourself, that in his birth shall strangle you. their false lights undo them, and discover presses, Remember my father, king! There was a fault, holes, stains, and oldness in their stuffs, and make But I forgive it. Let that sin persuade you them shop-rid! May they keep whores and horTo love this lady: If you have a soul,

ses, and break; and live mewed up with necks of Think, save her, and be saved. For myself, beef and turnips ! May they have many children, I have so long expected this glad hour, and none like the father! May they know no lanSo languished under you, and daily withered, guage but that gibberish they prattle to their parThat, heaven knows, it is my joy to die : cels; unless it be the Gothic Latin they write in I find a recreation in it.

their bonds; and may they write that false, and

lose their debts ! Enter u Messenger. Mes. Where's the king ?

Enter the King. King. Here.

King. Now the vengeance of all the gods conMes. Get you to your strength,

found them, how they swarm together! What a And rescue the prince Pharamond from danger : hum they raise ! Devils choke your wild throats ! He's taken prisoner by the citizens,

If a man had need to use their valours, he must Fearing the lord Philaster.

pay a brokage for it, and then bring them on, Dion. Oh, brave followers !

and they will fight like sheep. 'Tis Philaster, Mutiny, my fine dear countrymen, mutiny! none but Philaster, must allay this heat: They Now, my brave valiant foremen, shew your wea- will not hear me speak, but fling dirt at me, and pons

call me tyrant. Oh, run, dear friend, and bring In honour of your mistresses.

the lord Philaster: Speak him fair; call him Enter another Messenger.

prince; do him all the courtesy you can; com

mend me to him! Oh, my wits, my wits ! Mes. Arm, arm, arm!

[Erit CLE. King. A thousand devils take them !

Dion. Oh, my brave countrymen ! as I live, I Dion. A thousand blessings on them!

will not buy a pin out of your walls for this: Mes. Arm, oh, king! The city is in mutiny, Nay, you shall cozen me, and I'll thank you ; and Led by an old grey ruffian, who comes on send you brawn and bacon, and soil you every In rescue of the lord Philaster.

long vacation a brace of foremen, that at Michael[Exit with ARE. Phi. Bel.

mas shall come up fat and kicking. King. Away to the citadel ; I'll see them safe, King. What they will do with this poor prince, And then cope with these burghers. Let the the gods know, and I fear. guard,

Dion. Why, sir, they'll flea him, and make And all the gentlemen, give strong attendance. church-buckets of his skin, to quench rebellion;

[Erit. then clap a rivet in his sconce, and hang him up

for a sign. Manent Dion, CLEREMONT, THRASILINE. Cle. The city up! this was above our wishes.

Enter CLEREMONT with PhilASTER. Dion. Ay, and the marriage too. By my life, King. Oh, worthy sir, forgive me! Do not This noble lady has deceived us all.

make A plague upon myself, a thousand plagues, Your miseries and my faults meet together, For having such unwortly thoughts of her dear To bring a greater danger. Be yourself, honour!

Still sound amongst diseases. I have wronged you, Oh, I could beat myself! or, do you beat me, And though I find it last, and beaten to it, And I'll beat you; for we had all one thought. Let first your goodness know it. Calm the peoCle. No, no, 'twill but lose time.


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