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Scena prima. + + _Enter Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_Cler_. Here's not Lords nor Ladies. + +_Dion_. Credit me Gentlemen, I wonder at it. + They receiv'd 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? + +_Di_. Sir, it is plain about the _Spanish_ Prince, that's come + to marry our Kingdoms Heir, and be our Soveraign. + +_Thra_. Many (that will seem to know much) say, she looks + not on him like a Maid in Love. + +_Di_. O Sir, the multitude (that seldom know any thing + but their own opinions) speak that they would have; but + the Prince, before his own approach, receiv'd so many + confident messages from the State, that I think she's + resolv'd to be rul'd. + +_Cle_. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy both these + Kingdoms of _Cicilie_ and _Calabria_. + +_Di_. Sir, it is (without controversie) so meant. But 'twill + be a troublesome labour for him to enjoy both these + Kingdoms, with safetie, the right Heir to one of them + living, and living so vertuously, especially the people + admiring the bravery of his mind, and lamenting his + injuries. + +_Cle_. Who, Philaster? + +_Di_. Yes, whose Father we all know, was by our late + King of _Calabria_, unrighteously deposed from his + fruitful _Cicilie_. My self 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. + +_Di_. 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 _Cicilie_ and his own, + with offering but to imprison _Philaster_. At which the City + was in arms, not to be charm'd down by any State-order or + Proclamation, till they saw _Philaster_ ride through the + streets pleas'd, and without a guard; at which they threw + their Hats, and their arms from them; some to make + bonefires, 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 aw his own with. + + [ _Enter_ Galatea, Megra, _and a Lady_. + +_Thra_. See, the Ladies, what's the first? + +_Di_. A wise and modest Gentlwoman that attends the Princess. + +_Cle_. The second? + +_Di_. She is one that may stand still discreetly enough, and + ill favour'dly Dance her Measure; simper when she is + Courted by her Friend, and slight her Husband. + +_Cle_. The last? + +_Di_. Marry I think she is one whom the State keeps for + the Agents of our confederate Princes: she'll cog and lie + with a whole army before the League shall break: her + name is common through the Kingdom, and the Trophies + of her dishonour, advanced beyond _Hercules_-pillars. + She loves to try the several constitutions of mens bodies; + and indeed has destroyed the worth of her own body, by + making experiment upon it, for the good of the + Common-wealth. + +_Cle_. She's a profitable member. + +_La_. Peace, if you love me: you shall see these Gentlemen + stand their ground, and not Court us. + +_Gal_. What if they should? + +_Meg_. What if they should? + +_La_. Nay, let her alone; what if they should? why, if + they should, I say, they were never abroad: what + Foreigner would do so? it writes them directly + untravel'd. + +_Gal_. Why, what if they be? + +_Meg_. What if they be? + +_La_. Good Madam let her go on; what if they be? Why + if they be I will justifie, they cannot maintain + discourse with a judicious Lady, nor make a Leg, + nor say Excuse me. + +_Gal_. Ha, ha, ha. + +_La_. Do you laugh Madam? + +_Di_. Your desires upon you Ladies. + +_La_. Then you must sit beside us. + +_Di_. I shall sit near you then Lady. + +_La_. Near me perhaps: But there's a Lady indures no + stranger; and to me you appear a very strange fellow. + +_Meg_. Me thinks he's not so strange, he would quickly be + acquainted. + +_Thra_. Peace, the King. + + [ _Enter_ King, Pharamond, Arethusa, _and Train_. + +_King_. To give a stronger testimony of love + Than sickly promises (which commonly + In Princes find both birth and burial + In one breath) we have drawn you worthy Sir, + To make your fair indearments to [our] daughter, + And worthy services known to our subjects, + Now lov'd and wondered at. Next, our intent, + To plant you deeply, our immediate Heir, + Both to our Blood and Kingdoms. For this Lady, + (The best part of your life, as you confirm me, + And I believe) though her few years and sex + Yet teach her nothing but her fears and blushes, + Desires without desire, discourse and knowledge + Only of what her self is to her self, + Make her feel moderate health: and when she sleeps, + In making no ill day, knows no ill dreams. + Think not (dear Sir) these undivided parts, + That must mould up a Virgin, are put on + To shew her so, as borrowed ornaments, + To speak her perfect love to you, or add + An Artificial shadow to her nature: + No Sir; I boldly dare proclaim her, yet + No Woman. But woo her still, and think her modesty + A sweeter mistress than the offer'd Language + Of any Dame, were she a Queen whose eye + Speaks common loves and comforts to her servants. + Last, noble son, (for so I now must call you) + What I have done thus publick, is not only + To add a comfort in particular + To you or me, but all; and to confirm + The Nobles, and the Gentry of these Kingdoms, + By oath to your succession, which shall be + Within this month at most. + +_Thra_. This will be hardly done. + +_Cle_. It must be ill done, if it be done. + +_Di_. When 'tis at best, 'twill be but half done, + Whilst so brave a Gentleman's wrong'd and flung off. + +_Thra_. I fear. + +_Cle_. Who does not? + +_Di_. I fear not for my self, and yet I fear too: + Well, we shall see, we shall see: no more. + +_Pha_. Kissing your white hand (Mistress) I take leave, + To thank your Royal Father: and thus far, + To be my own free Trumpet. Understand + Great King, and these your subjects, mine that must be, + (For so deserving you have spoke me Sir, + And so deserving I dare speak my self) + To what a person, of what eminence, + Ripe expectation of what faculties, + Manners and vertues you would wed your Kingdoms? + You in me have your wishes. Oh this Country, + By more than all my hopes I hold it + Happy, in their dear memories that have been + Kings great and good, happy in yours, that is, + And from you (as a Chronicle to keep + Your Noble name from eating age) do I + Opine myself most happy. Gentlemen, + Believe me in a word, a Princes word, + There shall be nothing to make up a Kingdom + Mighty, and flourishing, defenced, fear'd, + Equall to be commanded and obey'd, + But through the travels of my life I'le find it, + And tye it to this Country. And I vow + My reign shall be so easie to the subject, + That every man shall be his Prince himself, + And his own law (yet I his Prince and law.) + And dearest Lady, to your dearest self + (Dear, in the choice of him, whose name and lustre + Must make you more and mightier) let me say, + You are the blessed'st living; for sweet Princess, + You shall enjoy a man of men, to be + Your servant; you shall make him yours, for whom + Great Queens must die. + +_Thra_. Miraculous. + +_Cle_. This speech calls him _Spaniard_, being nothing but + A large inventory of his own commendations. + + [_Enter_ Philaster. + +_Di_. I wonder what's his price? For certainly he'll tell + himself he has so prais'd 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, in all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues, one sinew + sound enough to promise for him, he shall be Constable. + By this Sun, he'll ne're make King unless it be for trifles, + in my poor judgment. + +_Phi_. Right Noble Sir, as low as my obedience, + And with a heart as Loyal as my knee, + I beg your favour. + +_King_. Rise, you have it Sir. + +_Di_. 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 'um freely? + Be still my royal Soveraign. + +_King_. As a subject + We give you freedom. + +_Di_. Now it heats. + +_Phi_. Then thus I turn + My language to you Prince, you foreign man. + Ne're stare nor put on wonder, for you must + Indure me, and you shall. This earth you tread upon + (A dowry as you hope with this fair Princess, + Whose memory I bow to) was not left + By my dead Father (Oh, I had a Father) + To your inheritance, and I up and living, + Having my self about me and my sword, + The souls of all my name, and memories, + These arms and some few friends, besides the gods, + To part so calmly with it, and sit still, + And say I might have been! I tell thee _Pharamond_, + When thou art King, look I be dead and rotten, + And my name ashes; For, hear me _Pharamond_, + This very ground thou goest on, this fat earth, + My Fathers friends made fertile with their faiths, + Before that day of shame, shall gape and swallow + Thee and thy Nation, like a hungry grave, + Into her hidden bowels: Prince, it shall; + By _Nemesis_ it shall. + +_Pha_. He's mad beyond cure, mad. + +_Di_. Here's a fellow has some fire in's veins: + The outlandish Prince looks like a Tooth-drawer. + +_Phi_. Sir, Prince of Poppingjayes, I'le make it well appear + To you I am not mad. + +_King_. You displease us. + You are too bold. + +_Phi_. No Sir, I am too tame, + Too much a Turtle, a thing born without passion, + A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud sails over, + And makes nothing. + +_King_. I do not fancy this, + Call our Physicians: sure he is somewhat tainted. + +_Thra_. I do not think 'twill prove so. + +_Di_. H'as 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'le run his + hazard, although I run my name out of the + Kingdom. + +_Cle_. Peace, we are one soul. + +_Pha_. What you have seen in me, to stir offence, + I cannot find, unless it be this Lady + Offer'd into mine arms, with the succession, + Which I must keep though it hath pleas'd your fury + To mutiny within you; without disputing + Your _Genealogies_, or taking knowledge + Whose branch you are. The King will leave it me; + And I dare make it mine; you have your answer. + +_Phi_. If thou wert sole inheritor to him, + That made the world his; and couldst see no sun + Shine upon any but thine: were _Pharamond_ + As truly valiant, as I feel him cold, + And ring'd among the choicest of his friends, + Such as would blush to talk such serious follies, + Or back such bellied commendations, + And from this present, spight of all these bugs, + You should hear further from me. + +_King_. Sir, you wrong the Prince: + I gave you not this freedom to brave our best friends, + You deserve our frown: go to, be better temper'd. + +_Phi_. It must be Sir, when I am nobler us'd. + +_Gal_. Ladyes, + This would have been a pattern of succession, + Had he ne're met this mischief. By my life, + He is the worthiest the true name of man + This day within my knowledge. + +_Meg_. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge, + But the other is the man set in mine eye; + Oh! 'tis a Prince of wax. + +_Gal_. A Dog it is. + +_King_. _Philaster_, tell me, + The injuries you aim at in your riddles. + +_Phi_. If you had my eyes Sir, and sufferance, + My griefs upon you and my broken fortunes, + My want's great, and now nought but hopes and fears, + My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laught at. + Dare you be still my King and right me not? + +_King_. Give me your wrongs in private. + + [_They whisper_. + +_Phi_. Take them, and ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas. + +_Di_. He dares not stand the shock. + +_Di_. 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: mens hearts and faces are + so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but + view yon stranger well, and you shall see a Feaver + through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true + Tenant; if he give not back his Crown again, upon the + report of an Elder Gun, I have no augury. + +_King_. Go to: + Be more your self, as you respect our favour: + You'I stir us else: Sir, I must have you know + That y'are and shall be at our pleasure, what fashion we + Will put upon you: smooth your brow, or by the gods. + +_Phi_. I am dead Sir, y'are my fate: it was not I + Said I was not wrong'd: I carry all about me, + My weak stars led me to all my weak fortunes. + Who dares in all this presence speak (that is + But man of flesh and may be mortal) tell me + I do not most intirely love this Prince, + And honour his full vertues! + +_King_. Sure he's possest. + +_Phi_. Yes, with my Fathers spirit; It's here O King! + A dangerous spirit; now he tells me King, + I was a Kings heir, bids me be a King, + And whispers to me, these be all my Subjects. + 'Tis strange, he will not let me sleep, but dives + Into my fancy, and there gives me shapes + That kneel, and do me service, cry me King: + But I'le suppress him, he's a factious spirit, + And will undo me: noble Sir, [your] hand, I am your + servant. + +_King_. Away, I do not like this: + I'le make you tamer, or I'le dispossess you + Both of life and spirit: For this time + I pardon your wild speech, without so much + As your imprisonment. + + [_Ex_. King, Pha. _and_ Are. + +_Di_. I thank you Sir, you dare not for the people. + +_Gal_. Ladies, what think you now of this brave fellow? + +_Meg_. A pretty talking fellow, hot at hand; but eye yon + stranger, is not he a fine compleat Gentleman? O these + strangers, I do affect them strangely: they do the rarest + home things, and please the fullest! as I live, could + love all the Nation over and over for his sake. + +_Gal_. Pride comfort your poor head-piece Lady: 'tis a + weak one, and had need of a Night-cap. + +_Di_. See how his fancy labours, has he not spoke + Home, and bravely? what a dangerous train + Did he give fire to! How he shook the King, + Made his soul melt within him, and his blood + Run into whay! it stood upon his brow, + Like a cold winter dew. + +_Phi_. Gentlemen, + You have no suit to me? I am no minion: + You stand (methinks) like men that would be Courtiers, + If you could well be fiatter'd at a price, + Not to undo your Children: y'are all honest: + Go get you home again, and make your Country + A vertuous Court, to which your great ones may, + In their Diseased age, retire, and live recluse. + +_Cle_. How do you worthy Sir? + +_Phi_. Well, very well; + And so well, that if the King please, I find + I may live many years. + +_Di_. The King must please, + Whilst we know what you are, and who you are, + Your wrongs and [injuries]: shrink not, worthy Sir, + But add your Father to you: in whose name, + We'll waken all the gods, and conjure up + The rods of vengeance, the abused people, + Who like to raging torrents shall swell high, + And so begirt the dens of these Male-dragons, + That through the strongest safety, they shall beg + For mercy at your swords point. + +_Phi_. Friends, no more, + Our years may he corrupted: 'Tis an age + We dare not trust our wills to: do you love me? + +_Thra_. Do we love Heaven and honour? + +_Phi_. My Lord _Dion_, you had + A vertuous Gentlewoman call'd you Father; + Is she yet alive? + +_Di_. Most honour'd Sir, she is: + And for the penance but of an idle dream, + Has undertook a tedious Pilgrimage. + + [ _Enter a_ Lady. + +_Phi_. Is it to me, or any of these Gentlemen you come? + +_La_. To you, brave Lord; the Princess would intreat + Your present company. + +_Phi_. The Princess send for me! y'are mistaken. + +_La_. If you be call'd _Philaster_, 'tis to you. + +_Phi_. Kiss her hand, and say I will attend her. + +_Di_. Do you know what you do? + +_Phi_. Yes, go to see a woman. + +_Cle_. But do you weigh the danger you are in? + +_Phi_. Danger in a sweet face? + By _Jupiter_ I must not fear a woman. + +_Thra_. But are you sure it was the Princess sent? + It may be some foul train to catch your life. + +_Phi_. I do not think it Gentlemen: she's noble, + Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red + And white friends in her face may steal my soul out: + There's all the danger in't: but be what may, + Her single name hath arm'd me. + + [_Ex_. Phil. + +_Di_. Go on: + And be as truly happy as thou art fearless: + Come Gentlemen, let's make our friends acquainted, + Lest the King prove false. + + [_Ex. Gentlemen_. + + _Enter_ Arethusa _and a_ Lady. + +_Are_. Comes he not? + +_La_. Madam? + +_Are_. Will _Philaster_ come? + +_La_. Dear Madam, you were wont + To credit me at first. + +_Are_. But didst thou tell me so? + I am forgetful, and my womans strength + Is so o'recharg'd with danger like to grow + About my Marriage that these under-things + Dare not abide in such a troubled sea: + How look't he, when he told thee he would come? + +_La_. Why, well. + +_Are_. And not a little fearful? + +_La_. Fear Madam? sure he knows not what it is. + +_Are_. You are all of his Faction; the whole Court + Is bold in praise of him, whilst I + May live neglected: and do noble things, + As fools in strife throw gold into the Sea, + Drown'd in the doing: but I know he fears. + +_La_. Fear? Madam (me thought) his looks hid more + Of love than fear. + +_Are_. Of love? To whom? to you? + Did you deliver those plain words I sent, + With such a winning gesture, and quick look + That you have caught him? + +_La_. Madam, I mean to you. + +_Are_. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance + Lets thee not see the crosses of our births: + Nature, that loves not to be questioned + Why she did this, or that, but has her ends, + And knows she does well; never gave the world + Two things so opposite, so contrary, + As he and I am: If a bowl of blood + Drawn from this arm of mine, would poyson thee, + A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me? + +_La_. Madam, I think I hear him. + +_Are_. Bring him in: + You gods that would not have your dooms withstood, + Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is, + To make the passion of a feeble maid + The way unto your justice, I obey. + + + [ _Enter_ Phil. + +_La_. Here is my Lord _Philaster_. + +_Are_. Oh! 'tis well: + Withdraw your self. + +_Phi_. Madam, your messenger + Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me. + +_Are_. 'Tis true _Philaster,_ but the words are such, + I have to say, and do so ill beseem + The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, + And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known + That I have ought detracted from your worth? + Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set + My baser instruments to throw disgrace + Upon your vertues? + +_Phi_. Never Madam you. + +_Are_. Why then should you in such a publick place, + Injure a Princess and a scandal lay + Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great: + Calling a great part of my dowry in question. + +_Phi_. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be + Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self, + I could afford my self to have no right + To any thing you wish'd. + +_Are. Philaster,_ know + I must enjoy these Kingdoms. + +_Phi_. Madam, both? + +_Are_. Both or I die: by Fate I die _Philaster,_ + If I not calmly may enjoy them both. + +_Phi_. I would do much to save that Noble life: + Yet would be loth to have posterity + Find in our stories, that _Philaster_ gave + His right unto a Scepter, and a Crown, + To save a Ladies longing. + +_Are_. Nay then hear: + I must, and will have them, and more. + +_Phi_. What more? + +_Are_. Or lose that little life the gods prepared, + To trouble this poor piece of earth withall. + +_Phi_. Madam, what more? + +_Are_. Turn then away thy face. + +_Phi_. No. + +_Are_. Do. + +_Phi_. I cannot endure it: turn away my face? + I never yet saw enemy that lookt + So dreadful, but that I thought my self + As great a Basilisk as he; or spake + So horribly, but that I thought my tongue + Bore Thunder underneath, as much as his: + Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then + Begin to fear sweet sounds? a Ladies voice, + Whom I do love? Say you would have my life, + Why, I will give it you; for it is of me + A thing so loath'd, and unto you that ask + Of so poor use, that I shall make no price + If you intreat, I will unmov'dly hear. + +_Are_. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. + +_Phi_. I do. + +_Are_. Then know I must have them and thee. + +_Phi_. And me? + + _Are_. Thy love: without which, all the Land + Discovered yet, will serve me for no use, + But to be buried in. + +_Phi_. Is't possible? + +_Are_. With it, it were too little to bestow + On thee: Now, though thy breath doth strike me dead + (Which know it may) I have unript my breast. + +_Phi_. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts, + To lay a train for this contemned life, + Which you may have for asking: to suspect + Were base, where I deserve no ill: love you! + By all my hopes I do, above my life: + But how this passion should proceed from you + So violently, would amaze a man, that would be jealous. + +_Are_. Another soul into my body shot, + Could not have fill'd me with more strength and spirit, + Than this thy breath: but spend not hasty time, + In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods, + The gods, that make me so; and sure our love + Will be the nobler, and the better blest, + In that the secret justice of the gods + Is mingled with it. Let us leave and kiss, + Lest some unwelcome guest should fall betwixt us, + And we should part without it. + _Phi_. 'Twill be ill + I should abide here long. + +_Are_. 'Tis true, and worse + You should come often: How shall we devise + To hold intelligence? That our true lovers, + On any new occasion may agree, what path is best to + tread? + +_Phi_. I have a boy sent by the gods, I hope to this intent, + Not yet seen in the Court; hunting the Buck, + I found him sitting by a Fountain side, + Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, + And paid the Nymph again as much in tears; + A Garland lay him by, made by himself, + Of many several flowers, bred in the bay, + Stuck in that mystick order, that the rareness + Delighted me: but ever when he turned + His tender eyes upon 'um, he would weep, + As if he meant to make 'um grow again. + Seeing such pretty helpless innocence + Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story; + He told me that his Parents gentle dyed, + Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, + Which gave him roots; and of the Crystal springs, + Which did not stop their courses: and the Sun, + Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light, + Then took he up his Garland and did shew, + What every flower as Country people hold, + Did signifie: and how all ordered thus, + Exprest his grief: and to my thoughts did read + The prettiest lecture of his Country Art + That could be wisht: so that, me thought, I could + Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him, + Who was glad to follow; and have got + The trustiest, loving'st, and the gentlest boy, + That ever Master kept: Him will I send + To wait on you, and bear our hidden love. + + [ _Enter_ Lady. + +_Are_. 'Tis well, no more. + +_La_. Madam, the Prince is come to do his service. + +_Are_. What will you do _Philaster_ with your self? + +_Phi_. Why, that which all the gods have appointed out for me. + +_Are_. Dear, hide thy self. Bring in the Prince. + +_Phi_. Hide me from _Pharamond!_ + When Thunder speaks, which is the voice of _Jove,_ + Though I do reverence, yet I hide me not; + And shall a stranger Prince have leave to brag + Unto a forreign Nation, that he made _Philaster_ + hide himself? + +_Are_. He cannot know it. + +_Phi_. Though it should sleep for ever to the world, + It is a simple sin to hide my self, + Which will for ever on my conscience lie. + +_Are_. Then good _Philaster,_ give him scope and way + In what he saies: for he is apt to speak + What you are loth to hear: for my sake do. + +_Phi_. I will. + + [ _Enter_ Pharamond. + +_Pha_. My Princely Mistress, as true lovers ought, + I come to kiss these fair hands; and to shew + In outward Ceremonies, the dear love + Writ in my heart. + +_Phi_. If I shall have an answer no directlier, + I am gone. + +_Pha_. To what would he have an answer? + +_Are_. To his claim unto the Kingdom. + +_Pha_. Sirrah, I forbear you before the King. + +_Phi_. Good Sir, do so still, I would not talk with you. + +_Pha_. But now the time is fitter, do but offer + To make mention of right to any Kingdom, + Though it be scarce habitable. + +_Phi_. Good Sir, let me go. + +_Pha_. And by my sword. + +_Phi_. Peace _Pharamond:_ if thou-- + +_Are_. Leave us Philaster. + +_Phi_. I have done. + +_Pha_. You are gone, by heaven I'le fetch you back. + +_Phi_. You shall not need. + +_Pha_. What now? + +_Phi_. Know Pharamond, + I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou, + Who art nought but a valiant voice: But if + Thou shalt provoke me further, men shall say + Thou wert, and not lament it. +_Pha_. Do you slight + My greatness so, and in the Chamber of the Princess! + +_Phi_. It is a place to which I must confess + I owe a reverence: but wer't the Church, + I, at the Altar, there's no place so safe, + Where thou dar'st injure me, but I dare kill thee: + And for your greatness; know Sir, I can grasp + You, and your greatness thus, thus into nothing: + Give not a word, not a word back: Farewell. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + +_Pha_. 'Tis an odd fellow Madam, we must stop + His mouth with some Office, when we are married. + +_Are_. You were best make him your Controuler. + +_Pha_. I think he would discharge it well. But Madam, + I hope our hearts are knit; and yet so slow + The Ceremonies of State are, that 'twill be long + Before our hands be so: If then you please, + Being agreed in heart, let us not wait + For dreaming for me, but take a little stoln + Delights, and so prevent our joyes to come. + +_Are_. If you dare speak such thoughts, + I must withdraw in honour. + + [_Exit_ Are. + +_Pha_. The constitution of my body will never hold out till + the wedding; I must seek elsewhere. + + [_Exit_ Pha. + + + + _Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ Philaster _and_ Bellario. + +_Phi_. And thou shalt find her honourable boy, + Full of regard unto thy tender youth, + For thine own modesty; and for my sake, + Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, I, or deserve. + +_Bell_. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing; + And only yet am something, by being yours; + You trusted me unknown; and that which you are apt + To conster a simple innocence in me, + Perhaps, might have been craft; the cunning of a boy + Hardened in lies and theft; yet ventur'd you, + To part my miseries and me: for which, + I never can expect to serve a Lady + That bears more honour in her breast than you. + +_Phi_. But boy, it will prefer thee; thou art young, + And bearest a childish overflowing love + To them that clap thy cheeks, and speak thee fair yet: + But when thy judgment comes to rule those passions, + Thou wilt remember best those careful friends + That plac'd thee in the noblest way of life; + She is a Princess I prefer thee to. + +_Bell_. In that small time that I have seen the world, + I never knew a man hasty to part + With a servant he thought trusty; I remember + My Father would prefer the boys he kept + To greater men than he, but did it not, + Till they were grown too sawcy for himself. + +_Phi_. Why gentle boy, I find no fault at all in thy behaviour. + +_Bell_. Sir, if I have made + A fault of ignorance, instruct my youth; + I shall be willing, if not apt to learn; + Age and experience will adorn my mind + With larger knowledge: And if I have done + A wilful fault, think me not past all hope + For once; what Master holds so strict a hand + Over his boy, that he will part with him + Without one warning? Let me be corrected + To break my stubbornness if it be so, + Rather than turn me off, and I shall mend. + +_Phi_. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, + That (trust me) I could weep to part with thee. + Alas! I do not turn thee off; thou knowest + It is my business that doth call thee hence, + And when thou art with her thou dwel'st with me: + Think so, and 'tis so; and when time is full, + That thou hast well discharged this heavy trust, + Laid on so weak a one, I will again + With joy receive thee; as I live, I will; + Nay weep not, gentle boy; 'Tis more than time + Thou didst attend the Princess. + +_Bell_. I am gone; + But since I am to part with you my Lord, + And none knows whether I shall live to do + More service for you; take this little prayer; + Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs. + May sick men, if they have your wish, be well; + And Heavens hate those you curse, though I be one. + + [_Exit_. + +_Phi_. The love of boyes unto their Lords is strange, + I have read wonders of it; yet this boy + For my sake, (if a man may judge by looks, + And speech) would out-do story. I may see + A day to pay him for his loyalty. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + + _Enter_ Pharamond. + +_Pha_. Why should these Ladies stay so long? They must + come this way; I know the Queen imployes 'em not, + for the Reverend Mother sent me word they would all + be for the Garden. If they should all prove honest now, + I were in a fair taking; I was never so long without + sport in my life, and in my conscience 'tis not my + fault: Oh, for our Country Ladies! Here's one + boulted, I'le hound at her. + + _Enter_ Galatea. + +_Gal_. Your Grace! + +_Pha_. Shall I not be a trouble? + +_Gal_. Not to me Sir. + +_Pha_. Nay, nay, you are too quick; by this sweet hand. + +_Gal_. You'l be forsworn Sir, 'tis but an old glove. If you + will talk at distance, I am for you: but good Prince, + be not bawdy, nor do not brag; these two I bar, and + then I think, I shall have sence enough to answer + all the weighty _Apothegmes_ your Royal blood shall + manage. + +_Pha_. Dear Lady, can you love? + +_Gal_. Dear, Prince, how dear! I ne're cost you a Coach + yet, nor put you to the dear repentance of a Banquet; + here's no Scarlet Sir, to blush the sin out it was given + for: This wyer mine own hair covers: and this face has + been so far from being dear to any, that it ne're cost + penny painting: And for the rest of my poor Wardrobe, + such as you see, it leaves no hand behind it, to make + the jealous Mercers wife curse our good doings. + +_Pha_. You mistake me Lady. + +_Gal_. Lord, I do so; would you or I could help it. + +_Pha_. Do Ladies of this Country use to give no more respect + to men of my full being? + +_Gal_. Full being! I understand you not, unless your Grace + means growing to fatness; and then your only remedy + (upon my knowledge, Prince) is in a morning a Cup of + neat White-wine brew'd with _Carduus_, then fast till + supper, about eight + you may eat; use exercise, and keep a Sparrow-hawk, you + can shoot in a Tiller; but of all, your Grace must flie + _Phlebotomie_, fresh Pork, Conger, and clarified Whay; + They are all dullers of the vital spirits. + +_Pha_. Lady, you talk of nothing all this while. + +_Gal_. 'Tis very true Sir, I talk of you. + +_Pha_. This is a crafty wench, I like her wit well, 'twill be + rare to stir up a leaden appetite, she's a _Danae_, and + must be courted in a showr of gold. Madam, look + here, all these and more, than-- + +_Gal_. What have you there, my Lord? Gold? Now, as I + live tis fair gold; you would have silver for it to play + with the Pages; you could not have taken me in a + worse time; But if you have present use my Lord, + I'le send my man with silver and keep your gold + for you. + +_Pha_. Lady, Lady. + +_Gal_. She's coming Sir behind, will take white mony. Yet + for all this I'le match ye. + + [_Exit_ Gal. _behind the hangings_. + +_Pha_. If there be two such more in this Kingdom, and + near the Court, we may even hang up our Harps: ten such + _Camphire_ constitutions as this, would call the golden + age again in question, and teach the old way for every ill + fac't Husband to get his own Children, and what a + mischief that will breed, let all consider. + + [ _Enter_ Megra. + + Here's another; if she be of the same last, the Devil + shall pluck her on. Many fair mornings, Lady. + + +_Meg_. As many mornings bring as many dayes, + Fair, sweet, and hopeful to your Grace. + +_Pha_. She gives good words yet; Sure this wench is free. + If your more serious business do not call you, + Let me hold quarter with you, we'll take an hour + Out quickly. + +_Meg_. What would your Grace talk of? + +_Pha_. Of some such pretty subject as your self. + I'le go no further than your eye, or lip, + There's theme enough for one man for an age. + +_Meg_. Sir, they stand right, and my lips are yet even, + Smooth, young enough, ripe enough, red enough, + Or my glass wrongs me. + +_Pha_. O they are two twin'd Cherries died in blushes, + Which those fair suns above, with their bright beams + Reflect upon, and ripen: sweetest beauty, + Bow down those branches, that the longing taste, + Of the faint looker on, may meet those blessings, + And taste and live. + +_Meg_. O delicate sweet Prince; + She that hath snow enough about her heart, + To take the wanton spring of ten such lines off, + May be a Nun without probation. + Sir, you have in such neat poetry, gathered a kiss, + That if I had but five lines of that number, + Such pretty begging blanks, I should commend + Your fore-head, or your cheeks, and kiss you too. + +_Pha_. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it Madam. + +_Meg_. I shall, I shall. + +_Pha_. By my life you shall not. + I'le prompt you first: Can you do it now? + +_Meg_. Methinks 'tis easie, now I ha' don't before; + But yet I should stick at it. + +_Pha_. Stick till to morrow. + I'le ne'r part you sweetest. But we lose time, + Can you love me? + +_Meg_. Love you my Lord? How would you have me + love you? + +_Pha_. I'le teach you in a short sentence, cause I will not + load your memory, that is all; love me, and lie with + me. + +_Meg_. Was it lie with you that you said? 'Tis impossible. + +_Pha_. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavour; if I do + not teach you to do it as easily in one night, as you'l + go to bed, I'le lose my Royal blood for't. + +_Meg_. Why Prince, you have a Lady of your own, that + yet wants teaching. + +_Pha_. I'le sooner teach a Mare the old measures, than teach + her any thing belonging to the function; she's afraid to + lie with her self, if she have but any masculine + imaginations about her; I know when we are married, + I must ravish her. + +_Meg_. By my honour, that's a foul fault indeed, but time + and your good help will wear it out Sir. + +_Pha_. And for any other I see, excepting your dear self, + dearest Lady, I had rather be Sir _Tim _the Schoolmaster, + and leap a Dairy-maid. + +_Meg_. Has your Grace seen the Court-star _Galatea_? + +_Pha_. Out upon her; she's as cold of her favour as an + apoplex: she sail'd by but now. + +_Meg_. And how do you hold her wit Sir? + +_Pha_. I hold her wit? The strength of all the Guard cannot + hold it, if they were tied to it, she would blow 'em out of + the Kingdom, they talk of _Jupiter_, he's but a squib + cracker to her: Look well about you, and you may find + a tongue-bolt. But speak sweet Lady, shall I be freely + welcome? + +_Meg_. Whither? + +_Pha_. To your bed; if you mistrust my faith, you do me + the unnoblest wrong. + +_Meg_. I dare not Prince, I dare not. + +_Pha_. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em, + and what you dare imagine you can want, I'le furnish you + withal: give two hours to your thoughts every morning about + it. Come, I know you are bashful, speak in my ear, will you + be mine? keep this, and with it me: soon I will visit you. + +_Meg_. My Lord, my Chamber's most unsafe, but when + 'tis night I'le find some means to slip into your + lodging: till when-- + +_Pha_. Till when, this, and my heart go with thee. + + [_Ex. several ways_. + + _Enter _Galatea _from behind the hangings_. + +_Gal_. Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince, are these your + vertues? Well, if I do not lay a train to blow your + sport up, I am no woman; and Lady Towsabel I'le + fit you for't. + + [_Exit_ Gal. + +_Enter _Arethusa _and a_ Lady. + +_Are_. Where's the boy? + +_La_. Within Madam. + +_Are_. Gave you him gold to buy him cloaths? + +_La_. I did. + +_Are_. And has he don't? + +_La_. Yes Madam. + +_Are_. 'Tis a pretty sad talking lad, is it not? + Askt you his name? + +_La_. No Madam. + + [ _Enter _Galatea. + +_Are_. O you are welcome, what good news? + +_Gal_. As good as any one can tell your Grace, + That saies she hath done that you would have wish'd. + +_Are_. Hast thou discovered? + +_Gal_. I have strained a point of modesty for you. + +_Are_. I prethee how? + +_Gal_. In listning after bawdery; I see, let a Lady live + never so modestly, she shall be sure to find a lawful + time, to harken after bawdery; your Prince, brave + _Pharamond_, was so hot on't. + +_Are_. With whom? + +_Gal_. Why, with the Lady I suspect: I can tell the time and place. + +_Are_. O when, and where? + +_Gal_. To night, his Lodging. + +_Are_. Run thy self into the presence, mingle there again + With other Ladies, leave the rest to me: + If destiny (to whom we dare not say, + Why thou didst this) have not decreed it so + In lasting leaves (whose smallest Characters + Were never altered:) yet, this match shall break. + Where's the boy? + +_La_. Here Madam. + + [ _Enter _Bellario. + +_Are_. Sir, you are sad to change your service, is't not so? + +_Bell_. Madam, I have not chang'd; I wait on you, + To do him service. + +_Are_. Thou disclaim'st in me; + Tell me thy name. + +_Bell_. _Bellario_. + +_Are_. Thou canst sing, and play? + +_Bell_. If grief will give me leave, Madam, I can. + +_Are_. Alas! what kind of grief can thy years know? + Hadst thou a curst master, when thou went'st to School? + Thou art not capable of other grief; + Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be, + When no [b]reath troubles them: believe me boy, + Care seeks out wrinkled brows, and hollow eyes, + And builds himself caves to abide in them. + Come Sir, tell me truly, does your Lord love me? + + _Bell_. Love Madam? I know not what it is. + +_Are_. Canst thou know grief, and never yet knew'st love? + Thou art deceiv'd boy; does he speak of me + As if he wish'd me well? + +_Bell_. If it be love, + To forget all respect of his own friends, + In thinking of your face; if it be love + To sit cross arm'd and sigh away the day, + Mingled with starts, crying your name as loud + And hastily, as men i'the streets do fire: + If it be love to weep himself away, + When he but hears of any Lady dead, + Or kill'd, because it might have been your chance; + If when he goes to rest (which will not be) + 'Twixt every prayer he saies, to name you once + As others drop a bead, be to be in love; + Then Madam, I dare swear he loves you. + +_Are_. O y'are a cunning boy, and taught to lie, + For your Lords credit; but thou knowest, a lie, + That bears this sound, is welcomer to me, + Than any truth that saies he loves me not. + Lead the way Boy: Do you attend me too; + 'Tis thy Lords business hasts me thus; Away. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter _Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, Megra _and _Galatea. + +_Di_. Come Ladies, shall we talk a round? As men + Do walk a mile, women should take an hour + After supper: 'Tis their exercise. + +_Gal_. Tis late. + +_Meg_. 'Tis all + My eyes will do to lead me to my bed. + +_Gal_. I fear they are so heavy, you'l scarce find + The way to your lodging with 'em to night. + + [ Enter _Pharamond_. + +_Thra_. The Prince. + +_Pha_. Not a bed Ladies? y'are good sitters up; + What think you of a pleasant dream to last + Till morning? + +_Meg_. I should choose, my Lord, a pleasing wake before it. + + [_Enter _Arethusa _and _Bellario. + +_Are_. 'Tis well my Lord y'are courting of Ladies. + Is't not late Gentlemen? + +_Cle_. Yes Madam. + +_Are_. Wait you there. + [_Exit _Arethusa. + +_Meg_. She's jealous, as I live; look you my Lord, + The Princess has a _Hilas_, an _Adonis_. + +_Pha_. His form is Angel-like. + +_Meg_. Why this is he, must, when you are wed, + Sit by your pillow, like young _Apollo_, with + His hand and voice, binding your thoughts in sleep; + The Princess does provide him for you, and for her self. + +_Pha_. I find no musick in these boys. + +_Meg_. Nor I. + They can do little, and that small they do, + They have not wit to hide. + +_Di_. Serves he the Princess? + +_Thra_. Yes. + +_Di_. 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him! + +_Pha_. Ladies all good rest; I mean to kill a Buck + To morrow morning, ere y'ave done your dreams. + +_Meg_. All happiness attend your Grace, Gentlemen good rest, + Come shall we to bed? + +_Gal_. Yes, all good night. + + [_Ex_. Gal. _and _Meg. + +_Di_. May your dreams be true to you; + What shall we do Gallants? 'Tis late, the King + Is up still, see, he comes, a Guard along + With him. + + [_Enter _King, Arethusa _and _Guard. + +_King_. Look your intelligence be true. + +_Are_. Upon my life it is: and I do hope, + Your Highness will not tye me to a man, + That in the heat of wooing throws me off, + And takes another. + +_Di_. What should this mean? + + _King_. If it be true, + That Lady had been better have embrac'd + Cureless Diseases; get you to your rest, + + [_Ex_. Are. _and _Bel. + + You shall be righted: Gentlemen draw near, + We shall imploy you: Is young _Pharamond_ + Come to his lodging? + +_Di_. I saw him enter there. + +_King_. Haste some of you, and cunningly discover, + If Megra be in her lodging. + +_Cle_. Sir, + She parted hence but now with other Ladies. + +_King_. If she be there, we shall not need to make + A vain discovery of our suspicion. + You gods I see, that who unrighteously + Holds wealth or state from others, shall be curst, + In that, which meaner men are blest withall: + Ages to come shall know no male of him + Left to inherit, and his name shall be + Blotted from earth; If he have any child, + It shall be crossly matched: the gods themselves + Shall sow wild strife betwixt her Lord and her, + Yet, if it be your wills, forgive the sin + I have committed, let it not fall + Upon this understanding child of mine, + She has not broke your Laws; but how can I, + Look to be heard of gods, that must be just, + Praying upon the ground I hold by wrong? + + [ _Enter _Dion. + +_Di_. Sir, I have asked, and her women swear she is within, + but they I think are bawds; I told 'em I must speak + with her: they laught, and said their Lady lay speechless. + I said, my business was important; they said their Lady + was about it: I grew hot, and cryed my business was a + matter that concern'd life and death; they answered, so + was sleeping, at which their Lady was; I urg'd again, she + had scarce time to be so since last I saw her; they smil'd + again, and seem'd to instruct me, that sleeping was + nothing but lying down and winking: Answers more direct + I could not get: in short Sir, I think she is not there. + +_King_. 'Tis then no time to dally: you o'th' Guard, + Wait at the back door of the Princes lodging, + And see that none pass thence upon your lives. + Knock Gentlemen: knock loud: louder yet: + What, has their pleasure taken off their hearing? + I'le break your meditations: knock again: + Not yet? I do not think he sleeps, having this + Larum by him; once more, _Pharamond_, Prince. + + [Pharamond _above_. + +_Pha_. What sawcy groom knocks at this dead of night? + Where be our waiters? By my vexed soul, + He meets his death, that meets me, for this boldness. + +_K_. Prince, you wrong your thoughts, we are your friends, + Come down. + +_Pha_. The King? + +_King_. The same Sir, come down, + We have cause of present Counsel with you. + +_Pha_. If your Grace please to use me, I'le attend you + To your Chamber. + [Pha. _below_. + +_King_. No, 'tis too late Prince, I'le make bold with yours. + +_Pha_. I have some private reasons to my self, + Makes me unmannerly, and say you cannot; + Nay, press not forward Gentlemen, he must come + Through my life, that comes here. + +_King_. Sir be resolv'd, I must and will come. Enter. + +_Pha_. I will not be dishonour'd; + He that enters, enters upon his death; + Sir, 'tis a sign you make no stranger of me, + To bring these Renegados to my Chamber, + At these unseason'd hours. + +_King_. Why do you + Chafe your self so? you are not wrong'd, nor shall be; + Onely I'le search your lodging, for some cause + To our self known: Enter I say. + +_Pha_. I say no. + [_Meg. Above_. + +_Meg_. Let 'em enter Prince, + Let 'em enter, I am up, and ready; I know their business, + 'Tis the poor breaking of a Ladies honour, + They hunt so hotly after; let 'em enjoy it. + You have your business Gentlemen, I lay here. + O my Lord the King, this is not noble in you + To make publick the weakness of a Woman. + +_King_. Come down. + +_Meg_. I dare my Lord; your whootings and your clamors, + Your private whispers, and your broad fleerings, + Can no more vex my soul, than this base carriage; + But I have vengeance yet in store for some, + Shall in the most contempt you can have of me, + Be joy and nourishment. + +_King_. Will you come down? + +_Meg_. Yes, to laugh at your worst: but I shall wrong you, + If my skill fail me not. + +_King_. Sir, I must dearly chide you for this looseness, + You have wrong'd a worthy Lady; but no more, + Conduct him to my lodging, and to bed. + +_Cle_. Get him another wench, and you bring him to bed in deed. + +_Di_. 'Tis strange a man cannot ride a Stagg + Or two, to breath himself, without a warrant: + If this geer hold, that lodgings be search'd thus, + Pray heaven we may lie with our own wives in safety, + That they be not by some trick of State mistaken. + + [ _Enter with_ Megra. + +_King_. Now Lady of honour, where's your honour now? + No man can fit your palat, but the Prince. + Thou most ill shrowded rottenness; thou piece + Made by a Painter and a Pothecary; + Thou troubled sea of lust; thou wilderness, + Inhabited by wild thoughts; thou swoln cloud + Of Infection; them ripe Mine of all Diseases; + Thou all Sin, all Hell, and last, all Devils, tell me, + Had you none to pull on with your courtesies, + But he that must be mine, and wrong my Daughter? + By all the gods, all these, and all the Pages, + And all the Court shall hoot thee through the Court, + Fling rotten Oranges, make ribald Rimes, + And sear thy name with Candles upon walls: + Do you laugh Lady _Venus_? + +_Meg_. Faith Sir, you must pardon me; + I cannot chuse but laugh to see you merry. + If you do this, O King; nay, if you dare do it; + By all these gods you swore by, and as many + More of my own; I will have fellows, and such + Fellows in it, as shall make noble mirth; + The Princess, your dear Daughter, shall stand by me + On walls, and sung in ballads, any thing: + Urge me no more, I know her, and her haunts, + Her layes, leaps, and outlayes, and will discover all; + Nay will dishonour her. I know the boy + She keeps, a handsome boy; about eighteen: + Know what she does with him, where, and when. + Come Sir, you put me to a womans madness, + The glory of a fury; and if I do not + Do it to the height? + +_King_. What boy is this she raves at? + +_Meg_. Alas! good minded Prince, you know not these things? + I am loth to reveal 'em. Keep this fault + As you would keep your health from the hot air + Of the corrupted people, or by heaven, + I will not fall alone: what I have known, + Shall be as publick as a print: all tongues + Shall speak it as they do the language they + Are born in, as free and commonly; I'le set it + Like a prodigious star for all to gaze at, + And so high and glowing, that other Kingdoms far + and Forreign + Shall read it there, nay travel with it, till they find + No tongue to make it more, nor no more people; + And then behold the fall of your fair Princess. + +_King_. Has she a boy? + +_Cle_. So please your Grace I have seen a boy wait + On her, a fair boy. + +_King_. Go get you to your quarter: + For this time I'le study to forget you. + +_Meg_. Do you study to forget me, and I'le study + To forget you. + + [_Ex_. King, Meg. _and_ Guard. + +_Cle_. Why here's a Male spirit for _Hercules_, if ever there + be nine worthies of women, this wench shall ride + astride, and be their Captain. + +_Di_. Sure she hath a garrison of Devils in her tongue, she + uttereth such balls of wild-fire. She has so netled the + King, that all the Doctors in the Country will scarce + cure him. That boy was a strange found out antidote to + cure her infection: that boy, that Princess boy: that brave, + chast, vertuous Ladies boy: and a fair boy, a well spoken + boy: All these considered, can make nothing else--but + there I leave you Gentlemen. + +_Thra_. Nay we'l go wander with you. + + [_Exeunt_. + + + + _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter _Cle. Di. _and _Thra. + +_Cle_. Nay doubtless 'tis true. + +_Di_. I, and 'tis the gods + That rais'd this Punishment to scourge the King + With his own issue: Is it not a shame + For us, that should write noble in the land; + For us, that should be freemen, to behold + A man, that is the bravery of his age, + _Philaster_, prest down from his Royal right, + By this regardless King; and only look, + And see the Scepter ready to be cast + Into the hands of that lascivious Lady, + That lives in lust with a smooth boy, now to be + Married to yon strange Prince, who, but that people + Please to let him be a Prince, is born a slave, + In that which should be his most noble part, + His mind? + +_Thra_. That man that would not stir with you, + To aid _Philaster_, let the gods forget, + That such a Creature walks upon the earth. + +_Cle_. _Philaster_ is too backward in't himself; + The Gentry do await it, and the people + Against their nature are all bent for him, + And like a field of standing Corn, that's mov'd + With a stiff gale, their heads bow all one way. + +_Di_. The only cause that draws _Philaster_ back + From this attempt, is the fair Princess love, + Which he admires and we can now confute. + +_Thra_. Perhaps he'l not believe it. + +_Di_. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so. + +_Cle_. I 'tis past speech, she lives dishonestly. + But how shall we, if he be curious, work + Upon his faith? + +_Thra_. We all are satisfied within our selves. + +_Di_. Since it is true, and tends to his own good, + I'le make this new report to be my knowledge, + I'le say I know it, nay, I'le swear I saw it. + +_Cle_. It will be best. + +_Thra_. 'Twill move him. + + [ _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Di_. Here he comes. Good morrow to your honour, + We have spent some time in seeking you. + +_Phi_. My worthy friends, + You that can keep your memories to know + Your friend in miseries, and cannot frown + On men disgrac'd for vertue: A good day + Attend you all. What service may I do worthy your + acceptation? + +_Di_. My good Lord, + We come to urge that vertue which we know + Lives in your breast, forth, rise, and make a head, + The Nobles, and the people are all dull'd + With this usurping King: and not a man + That ever heard the word, or knew such a thing + As vertue, but will second your attempts. + +_Phi_. How honourable is this love in you + To me that have deserv'd none? Know my friends + (You that were born to shame your poor _Philaster_, + With too much courtesie) I could afford + To melt my self in thanks; but my designs + Are not yet ripe, suffice it, that ere long + I shall imploy your loves: but yet the time is short of + what I would. + +_Di_. The time is fuller Sir, than you expect; + That which hereafter will not perhaps be reach'd + By violence, may now be caught; As for the King, + You know the people have long hated him; + But now the Princess, whom they lov'd. + +_Phi_. Why, what of her? + +_Di_. Is loath'd as much as he. + +_Phi_. By what strange means? + +_Di_. She's known a Whore. + +_Phi_. Thou lyest. + +_Di_. My Lord-- + +_Phi_. Thou lyest, + + [_Offers to draw and is held_. + + And thou shalt feel it; I had thought thy mind + Had been of honour; thus to rob a Lady + Of her good name, is an infectious sin, + Not to be pardon'd; be it false as hell, + 'Twill never be redeem'd, if it be sown + Amongst the people, fruitful to increase + All evil they shall hear. Let me alone, + That I may cut off falshood, whilst it springs. + Set hills on hills betwixt me and the man + That utters this, and I will scale them all, + And from the utmost top fall on his neck, + Like Thunder from a Cloud. + +_Di_. This is most strange; + Sure he does love her. + +_Phi_. I do love fair truth: + She is my Mistress, and who injures her, + Draws vengeance from me Sirs, let go my arms. + +_Thra_. Nay, good my Lord be patient. + +_Cle_. Sir, remember this is your honour'd friend, + That comes to do his service, and will shew you + Why he utter'd this. + +_Phi_. I ask you pardon Sir, + My zeal to truth made me unmannerly: + Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you, + Behind your back untruly, I had been + As much distemper'd, and enrag'd as now. + +_Di_. But this my Lord is truth. + +_Phi_. O say not so, good Sir forbear to say so, + 'Tis the truth that all womenkind is false; + Urge it no more, it is impossible; + Why should you think the Princess light? + +_Di_. Why, she was taken at it. + +_Phi_. 'Tis false, O Heaven 'tis false: it cannot be, + Can it? Speak Gentlemen, for love of truth speak; + Is't possible? can women all be damn'd? + +_Di_. Why no, my Lord. + +_Phi_. Why then it cannot be. + +_Di_. And she was taken with her boy. + +_Phi_. What boy? + +_Di_. A Page, a boy that serves her. + +_Phi_. Oh good gods, a little boy? + +_Di_. I, know you him my Lord? + +_Phi_. Hell and sin know him? Sir, you are deceiv'd; + I'le reason it a little coldly with you; + If she were lustful, would she take a boy, + That knows not yet desire? she would have one + Should meet her thoughts and knows the sin he acts, + Which is the great delight of wickedness; + You are abus'd, and so is she, and I. + +_Di_. How you my Lord? + +_Phi_. Why all the world's abus'd + In an unjust report. + +_Di_. Oh noble Sir your vertues + Cannot look into the subtil thoughts of woman. + In short my Lord, I took them: I my self. + +_Phi_. Now all the Devils thou didst flie from my rage, + Would thou hadst ta'ne devils ingendring plagues: + When thou didst take them, hide thee from my eyes, + Would thou hadst taken Thunder on thy breast, + When thou didst take them, or been strucken dumb + For ever: that this foul deed might have slept in + silence. + +_Thra_. Have you known him so ill temper'd? + +_Cle_. Never before. + +_Phi_. The winds that are let loose, + From the four several corners of the earth, + And spread themselves all over sea and land, + Kiss not a chaste one. What friend bears a sword + To run me through? + +_Di_. Why, my Lord, are you so mov'd at this? + +_Phi_. When any falls from vertue I am distract, + I have an interest in't. + +_Di_. But good my Lord recal your self, + And think what's best to be done. + +_Phi_. I thank you. I will do it; + Please you to leave me, I'le consider of it: + Tomorrow I will find your lodging forth, + And give you answer + The readiest way. + +_Di_. All the gods direct you. + +_Thra_. He was extream impatient. + +_Cle_. It was his vertue and his noble mind. + + [_Exeunt_ Di. Cle. _and_ Thra. + +_Phi_. I had forgot to ask him where he took them, + I'le follow him. O that I had a sea + Within my breast, to quench the fire I feel; + More circumstances will but fan this fire; + It more afflicts me now, to know by whom + This deed is done, than simply that 'tis done: + And he that tells me this is honourable, + As far from lies, as she is far from truth. + O that like beasts, we could not grieve our selves, + With that we see not; Bulls and Rams will fight, + To keep their Females standing in their sight; + But take 'em from them, and you take at once + Their spleens away; and they will fall again + Unto their Pastures, growing fresh and fat, + And taste the waters of the springs as sweet, + As 'twas before, finding no start in sleep. + But miserable man; See, see you gods, + + [_Enter_ Bellario. + + He walks still; and the face you let him wear + When he was innocent, is still the same, + Not blasted; is this justice? Do you mean + To intrap mortality, that you allow + Treason so smooth a brow? I cannot now + Think he is guilty. + +_Bell_. Health to you my Lord; + The Princess doth commend her love, her life, + And this unto you. + +_Phi_. Oh _Bellario_, + Now I perceive she loves me, she does shew it + In loving thee my boy, she has made thee brave. + +_Bell_. My Lord she has attired me past my wish, + Past my desert, more fit for her attendant, + Though far unfit for me, who do attend. + +_Phi_. Thou art grown courtly boy. O let all women + That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here, + Here, by this paper she does write to me, + As if her heart were Mines of Adamant + To all the world besides, but unto me, + A maiden snow that melted with my looks. + Tell me my boy how doth the Princess use thee? + For I shall guess her love to me by that. + +_Bell_. Scarce like her servant, but as if I were + Something allied to her; or had preserv'd + Her life three times by my fidelity. + As mothers fond do use their only sons; + As I'de use one, that's left unto my trust, + For whom my life should pay, if he met harm, + So she does use me. + +_Phi_. Why, this is wondrous well: + But what kind language does she feed thee with? + +_Bell_. Why, she does tell me, she will trust my youth + With all her loving secrets; and does call me + Her pretty servant, bids me weep no more + For leaving you: shee'l see my services + Regarded; and such words of that soft strain, + That I am nearer weeping when she ends + Than ere she spake. + +_Phi_. This is much better still. + +_Bell_. Are you ill my Lord? + +_Phi_. Ill? No _Bellario_. + +_Bell_. Me thinks your words + Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, + Nor is there in your looks that quietness, + That I was wont to see. + +_Phi_. Thou art deceiv'd boy: + And she stroakes thy head? + +_Bell_. Yes. + +_Phi_. And she does clap thy cheeks? + +_Bell_. She does my Lord. + +_Phi_. And she does kiss thee boy? ha! + +_Bell_. How my Lord? + +_Phi_. She kisses thee? + +_Bell_. Not so my Lord. + +_Phi_. Come, come, I know she does. + +_Bell_. No by my life. + +_Phi_. Why then she does not love me; come, she does, + I had her do it; I charg'd her by all charms + Of love between us, by the hope of peace + We should enjoy, to yield thee all delights + Naked, as to her bed: I took her oath + Thou should'st enjoy her: Tell me gentle boy, + Is she not paralleless? Is not her breath + Sweet as _Arabian_ winds, when fruits are ripe? + Are not her breasts two liquid Ivory balls? + Is she not all a lasting Mine of joy? + +_Bell_. I, now I see why my disturbed thoughts + Were so perplext. When first I went to her, + My heart held augury; you are abus'd, + Some villain has abus'd you; I do see + Whereto you tend; fall Rocks upon his head, + That put this to you; 'tis some subtil train, + To bring that noble frame of yours to nought. + +_Phi_. Thou think'st I will be angry with thee; Come + Thou shalt know all my drift, I hate her more, + Than I love happiness, and plac'd thee there, + To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds; + Hast thou discover'd? Is she fain to lust, + As I would wish her? Speak some comfort to me. + +_Bell_. My Lord, you did mistake the boy you sent: + Had she the lust of Sparrows, or of Goats; + Had she a sin that way, hid from the world, + Beyond the name of lust, I would not aid + Her base desires; but what I came to know + As servant to her, I would not reveal, to make + my life last ages. + +_Phi_. Oh my heart; this is a salve worse than the main disease. + Tell me thy thoughts; for I will know the least + That dwells within thee, or will rip thy heart + To know it; I will see thy thoughts as plain, + As I do know thy face. + +_Bell_. Why, so you do. + She is (for ought I know) by all the gods, + As chaste as Ice; but were she foul as Hell + And I did know it, thus; the breath of Kings, + The points of Swords, Tortures nor Bulls of Brass, + Should draw it from me. + +_Phi_. Then 'tis no time to dally with thee; + I will take thy life, for I do hate thee; I could curse + thee now. + +_Bell_. If you do hate you could not curse me worse; + The gods have not a punishment in store + Greater for me, than is your hate. + +_Phi_. Fie, fie, so young and so dissembling; + Tell me when and where thou di[d]st enjoy her, + Or let plagues fall on me, if I destroy thee not. + +_Bell_. Heaven knows I never did: and when I lie + To save my life, may I live long and loath'd. + Hew me asunder, and whilst I can think + I'le love those pieces you have cut away, + Better than those that grow: and kiss these limbs, + Because you made 'em so. + +_Phi_. Fearest thou not death? + Can boys contemn that? + +_Bell_. Oh, what boy is he + Can be content to live to be a man + That sees the best of men thus passionate, thus + without reason? + +_Phi_. Oh, but thou dost not know what 'tis to die. + +_Bell_. Yes, I do know my Lord; + 'Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep, + A quiet resting from all jealousie; + A thing we all pursue; I know besides, + It is but giving over of a game that must be lost. + +_Phi_. But there are pains, false boy, + For perjur'd souls; think but on these, and then + Thy heart will melt, and thou wilt utter all. + +_Bell_. May they fall all upon me whilst I live, + If I be perjur'd, or have ever thought + Of that you charge me with; if I be false, + Send me to suffer in those punishments you speak of; + kill me. + +_Phi_. Oh, what should I do? + Why, who can but believe him? He does swear + So earnestly, that if it were not true, + The gods would not endure him. Rise _Bellario_, + Thy protestations are so deep; and thou + Dost look so truly, when thou utterest them, + That though I [know] 'em false, as were my hopes, + I cannot urge thee further; but thou wert + To blame to injure me, for I must love + Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon + Thy tender youth; A love from me to thee + Is firm, what ere thou dost: It troubles me + That I have call'd the blood out of thy cheeks, + That did so well become thee: but good boy + Let me not see thee more; something is done, + That will distract me, that will make me mad, + If I behold thee: if thou tender'st me, + Let me not see thee. + +_Bell_. I will fly as far + As there is morning, ere I give distaste + To that most honour'd mind. But through these tears + Shed at my hopeless parting, I can see + A world of Treason practis'd upon you, + And her and me. Farewel for evermore; + If you shall hear, that sorrow struck me dead, + And after find me Loyal, let there be + A tear shed from you in my memorie, + And I shall rest at peace. + + [_Exit_ Bel. + +_Phi_. Blessing be with thee, + What ever thou deserv'st. Oh, where shall I + Go bath thy body? Nature too unkind, + That made no medicine for a troubled mind! + + [_Exit_. Phi. + + _Enter_ Arethuse. + +_Are_. I marvel my boy comes not back again; + But that I know my love will question him + Over and over; how I slept, wak'd, talk'd; + How I remembred him when his dear name + Was last spoke, and how, when I sigh'd, wept, sung, + And ten thousand such; I should be angry at his stay. + + [_Enter _King. + +_King_. What are your meditations? who attends you? + +_Are_. None but my single self, I need no Guard, + I do no wrong, nor fear none. + +_King_. Tell me: have you not a boy? + +_Are_. Yes Sir. + +_King_. What kind of boy? + +_Are_. A Page, a waiting boy. + +_King_. A handsome boy? + +_Are_. I think he be not ugly: + Well qualified, and dutiful, I know him, + I took him not for beauty. + +_King_. He speaks, and sings and plays? + +_Are_. Yes Sir. + +_King_. About Eighteen? + +_Are_. I never ask'd his age. + +_King_. Is he full of service? + +_Are_. By your pardon why do you ask? + +_King_. Put him away. + +_Are_. Sir? + +_King_. Put him away, h'as done you that good service, + Shames me to speak of. + +_Are_. Good Sir let me understand you. + +_King_. If you fear me, shew it in duty; put away that boy. + +_Are_. Let me have reason for it Sir, and then + Your will is my command. + +_King_. Do not you blush to ask it? Cast him off, + Or I shall do the same to you. Y'are one + Shame with me, and so near unto my self, + That by my life, I dare not tell my self, + What you, my self have done. + +_Are_. What have I done my Lord? + +_King_. 'Tis a new language, that all love to learn, + The common people speak it well already, + They need no Grammer; understand me well, + There be foul whispers stirring; cast him off! + And suddenly do it: Farewel. + + [_Exit_ King. + +_Are_. Where may a Maiden live securely free, + Keeping her Honour safe? Not with the living, + They feed upon opinions, errours, dreams, + And make 'em truths: they draw a nourishment + Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces, + And when they see a vertue fortified + Strongly above the battery of their tongues; + Oh, how they cast to sink it; and defeated + (Soul sick with Poyson) strike the Monuments + Where noble names lie sleeping: till they sweat, + And the cold Marble melt. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. Peace to your fairest thoughts, dearest Mistress. + +_Are_. Oh, my dearest servant I have a War within me. + +_Phi_. He must be more than man, that makes these Crystals + Run into Rivers; sweetest fair, the cause; + And as I am your slave, tied to your goodness, + Your creature made again from what I was, + And newly spirited, I'le right your honours. + +_Are_. Oh, my best love; that boy! + +_Phi_. What boy? + +_Are_. The pretty boy you gave me. + +_Phi_. What of him? + +_Are_. Must be no more mine. + +_Phi_. Why? + +_Are_. They are jealous of him. + +_Phi_. Jealous, who? + +_Are_. The King. + +_Phi_. Oh, my fortune, + Then 'tis no idle jealousie. Let him go. + +_Are_. Oh cruel, are you hard hearted too? + Who shall now tell you, how much I lov'd you; + Who shall swear it to you, and weep the tears I send? + Who shall now bring you Letters, Rings, Bracelets, + Lose his health in service? wake tedious nights + In stories of your praise? Who shall sing + Your crying Elegies? And strike a sad soul + Into senseless Pictures, and make them mourn? + Who shall take up his Lute, and touch it, till + He crown a silent sleep upon my eye-lid, + Making me dream and cry, Oh my dear, dear _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. Oh my heart! + Would he had broken thee, that made thee know + This Lady was not Loyal. Mistress, forget + The boy, I'le get thee a far better. + +_Are_. Oh never, never such a boy again, as my _Bellario_. + +_Phi_. 'Tis but your fond affection. + +_Are_. With thee my boy, farewel for ever, + All secrecy in servants: farewel faith, + And all desire to do well for it self: + Let all that shall succeed thee, for thy wrongs, + Sell and betray chast love. + +_Phi_. And all this passion for a boy? + +_Are_. He was your boy, and you put him to me, + And the loss of such must have a mourning for. + +_Phi_. O thou forgetful woman! + +_Are_. How, my Lord? + +_Phi_. False _Arethusa_! + Hast thou a Medicine to restore my wits, + When I have lost 'em? If not, leave to talk, and do thus. + +_Are_. Do what Sir? would you sleep? + +_Phi_. For ever _Arethusa_. Oh you gods, + Give me a worthy patience; Have I stood + Naked, alone the shock of many fortunes? + Have I seen mischiefs numberless, and mighty + Grow li[k]e a sea upon me? Have I taken + Danger as stern as death into my bosom, + And laught upon it, made it but a mirth, + And flung it by? Do I live now like him, + Under this Tyrant King, that languishing + Hears his sad Bell, and sees his Mourners? Do I + Bear all this bravely, and must sink at length + Under a womans falshood? Oh that boy, + That cursed boy? None but a villain boy, to ease + your lust? + +_Are_. Nay, then I am betray'd, + I feel the plot cast for my overthrow; Oh I am wretched. + +_Phi_. Now you may take that little right I have + To this poor Kingdom; give it to your Joy, + For I have no joy in it. Some far place, + Where never womankind durst set her foot, + For bursting with her poisons, must I seek, + And live to curse you; + There dig a Cave, and preach to birds and beasts, + What woman is, and help to save them from you. + How heaven is in your eyes, but in your hearts, + More hell than hell has; how your tongues like Scorpions, + Both heal and poyson; how your thoughts are woven + With thousand changes in one subtle webb, + And worn so by you. How that foolish man, + That reads the story of a womans face, + And dies believing it, is lost for ever. + How all the good you have, is but a shadow, + I'th' morning with you, and at night behind you, + Past and forgotten. How your vows are frosts, + Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone. + How you are, being taken all together, + A meer confusion, and so dead a _Chaos_, + That love cannot distinguish. These sad Texts + Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. + So farewel all my wo, all my delight. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + +_Are_. Be merciful ye gods and strike me dead; + What way have I deserv'd this? make my breast + Transparent as pure Crystal, that the world + Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought + My heart holds. Where shall a woman turn her eyes, + To find out constancy? Save me, how black, + + [_Enter_ Bell. + + And guilty (me thinks) that boy looks now? + Oh thou dissembler, that before thou spak'st + Wert in thy cradle false? sent to make lies, + And betray Innocents; thy Lord and thou, + May glory in the ashes of a Maid + Fool'd by her passion; but the conquest is + Nothing so great as wicked. Fly away, + Let my command force thee to that, which shame + Would do without it. If thou understoodst + The loathed Office thou hast undergone, + Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, + Lest men should dig and find thee. + +_Bell_. Oh what God + Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease + Into the noblest minds? Madam this grief + You add unto me is no more than drops + To seas, for which they are not seen to swell; + My Lord had struck his anger through my heart, + And let out all the hope of future joyes, + You need not bid me fly, I came to part, + To take my latest leave, Farewel for ever; + I durst not run away in honesty, + From such a Lady, like a boy that stole, + Or made some grievous fault; the power of gods + Assist you in your sufferings; hasty time + Reveal the truth to your abused Lord, + And mine: That he may know your worth: whilst I + Go seek out some forgotten place to die. + + [_Exit_ Bell. + +_Are_. Peace guide thee, th'ast overthrown me once, + Yet if I had another _Troy_ to lose, + Thou or another villain with thy looks, + Might talk me out of it, and send me naked, + My hair dishevel'd through the fiery streets. + + [ _Enter a_ Lady + +_La_. Madam, the King would hunt, and calls for you + With earnestness. + +_Are_. I am in tune to hunt! + _Diana_ if thou canst rage with a maid, + As with a man, let me discover thee + Bathing, and turn me to a fearful Hind, + That I may die pursu'd by cruel Hounds, + And have my story written in my wounds. + + [_Exeunt_. + + + + _Actus Quartus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ King, Pharamond, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra, + Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, _and Attendants_. + +_K_. What, are the Hounds before, and all the woodmen? + Our horses ready, and our bows bent? + +_Di_. All Sir. + +_King_. Y'are cloudy Sir, come we have forgotten + Your venial trespass, let not that sit heavy + Upon your spirit; none dare utter it. + +_Di_. He looks like an old surfeited Stallion after his leaping, + dull as a Dormouse: see how he sinks; the wench has shot + him between wind and water, and I hope sprung a leak. + +_Thra_. He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough; his + greatest fault is, he Hunts too much in the Purlues, + would he would leave off Poaching. + +_Di_. And for his horn, has left it at the Lodge where he + lay late; Oh, he's a precious Lime-hound; turn him loose + upon the pursuit of a Lady, and if he lose her, hang him + up i'th' slip. When my Fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I'le + borrow him. + +_King_. Is your Boy turn'd away? + +_Are_. You did command Sir, and I obey you. + +_King_. 'Tis well done: Hark ye further. + +_Cle_. Is't possible this fellow should repent? Me thinks that + were not noble in him: and yet he looks like a mortified + member, as if he had a sick mans Salve in's mouth. If + a worse man had done this fault now, some Physical + Justice or other, would presently (without the help of + an Almanack) have opened the obstructions of his + Liver, and let him bloud with a Dog-whip. + +_Di_. See, see, how modestly your Lady looks, as if she came + from Churching with her Neighbour; why, what a Devil + can a man see in her face, but that she's honest? + +_Pha_. Troth no great matter to speak of, a foolish twinkling + with the eye, that spoils her Coat; but he must be a + cunning Herald that finds it. + +_Di_. See how they Muster one another! O there's a Rank + Regiment where the Devil carries the Colours, and his Dam + Drum major, now the world and the flesh come behind with + the Carriage. + +_Cle_. Sure this Lady has a good turn done her against her + will: before she was common talk, now none dare say, + Cantharides can stir her, her face looks like a Warrant, + willing and commanding all Tongues, as they will answer it, + to be tied up and bolted when this Lady means to let her + self loose. As I live she has got her a goodly protection, + and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly, for her + healths sake, once a week, excepting Lent and Dog-days: + Oh if they were to be got for mony, what a great sum would + come out of the City for these Licences? + +_King_. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning, Gentlemen. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter two_ Woodmen. + +_1 Wood_.What, have you lodged the Deer? + +_2 Wood_. Yes, they are ready for the Bow. + +_1 Wood_. Who shoots? + +_2 Wood_. The Princess. + +_1 Wood_. No she'l Hunt. + +_2 Wood_. She'l take a Stand I say. + +_1 Wood_. Who else? + +_2 Wood_. Why the young stranger Prince. + +_1 Wood_. He shall Shoot in a Stone-bow for me. I never + lov'd his beyond-sea-ship, since he forsook the Say, + for paying Ten shillings: he was there at the fall of a + Deer, and would needs (out of his mightiness) give Ten + groats for the Dowcers; marry the Steward would have + had the Velvet-head into the bargain, to Turf his Hat + withal: I think he should love Venery, he is an old Sir + _Tristram_; for if you be remembred, he forsook the + Stagg once, to strike a Rascal Milking in a Medow, and + her he kill'd in the eye. Who shoots else? + +_2 Wood_. The Lady _Galatea_. + +_1 Wood_. That's a good wench, and she would not chide us + for tumbling of her women in the Brakes. She's liberal, + and by my Bow they say she's honest, and whether that + be a fault, I have nothing to do. There's all? + +_2 Wood_. No, one more, _Megra_. + +_1 Wood_. That's a firker I'faith boy; there's a wench will + Ride her Haunces as hard after a Kennel of Hounds, as a + Hunting-saddle; and when she comes home, get 'em clapt, + and all is well again. I have known her lose her self + three times in one Afternoon (if the Woods had been + answerable) and it has been work enough for one man + to find her, and he has sweat for it. She Rides well, and + she payes well. Hark, let's go. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. Oh, that I had been nourished in these woods + With Milk of Goats, and Acorns, and not known + The right of Crowns, nor the dissembling Trains + Of Womens looks; but dig'd my self a Cave, + Where I, my Fire, my Cattel, and my Bed + Might have been shut together in one shed; + And then had taken me some Mountain Girl, + Beaten with Winds, chast as the hardened Rocks + Whereon she dwells; that might have strewed my Bed + With leaves, and Reeds, and with the Skins of beasts + Our Neighbours; and have born at her big breasts + My large course issue. This had been a life free + from vexation. + + [ _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. Oh wicked men! + An innocent man may walk safe among beasts, + Nothing assaults me here. See, my griev'd Lord + Sits as his soul were searching out a way, + To leave his body. Pardon me that must + Break thy last commandment; For I must speak; + You that are griev'd can pity; hear my Lord. + +_Phi_. Is there a Creature yet so miserable, + That I can pity? + +_Bell_. Oh my Noble Lord, + View my strange fortune, and bestow on me, + According to your bounty (if my service + Can merit nothing) so much as may serve + To keep that little piece I hold of life + From cold and hunger. + +_Phi_. Is it thou? be gone: + Go sell those misbeseeming Cloaths thou wear'st, + And feed thy self with them. + +_Bell_. Alas! my Lord, I can get nothing for them: + The silly Country people think 'tis Treason + To touch such gay things. + +_Phi_. Now by my life this is + Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight, + Th'art fain again to thy dissembling trade: + How should'st thou think to cozen me again? + Remains there yet a plague untri'd for me? + Even so thou wept'st and spok'st when first + I took thee up; curse on the time. If thy + Commanding tears can work on any other, + Use thy art, I'le not betray it. Which way + Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee; + For thine eyes are poyson to mine; and I + Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way? + +_Bell_. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have + That path in chase that leads unto my grave. + + [_Exeunt_ Phil. _and_ Bell. _severally_. + + _Enter_ Dion _and the_ Woodmen. + +_Di_. This is the strangest sudden change! You _Woodman_. + +_1 Wood_. My Lord _Dion_. + +_Di_. Saw you a Lady come this way on a Sable-horse + stubbed with stars of white? + +_2 Wood_. Was she not young and tall? + +_Di_. Yes; Rode she to the wood, or to the plain? + +_2 Wood_. Faith my Lord we saw none. + + [_Exeunt_ Wood. + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Di_. Pox of your questions then. What, is she found? + +_Cle_. Nor will be I think. + +_Di_. Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray + about a little necessary natural business, but the + whole Court must be in Arms; when she has done, we + shall have peace. + +_Cle_. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst + us; some say her Horse run away with her; some a Wolf + pursued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that + Armed men were seen in the Wood: but questionless, she + rode away willingly. + + _Enter_ King, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_King_. Where is she? + +_Cle_. Sir, I cannot tell. + +_King_. How is that? Answer me so again. + +_Cle_. Sir, shall I lie? + +_King_. Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that; + I say again, where is she? Mutter not; + Sir, speak you where is she? + +_Di_. Sir, I do not know. + +_King_. Speak that again so boldly, and by Heaven + It is thy last. You fellows answer me, + Where is she? Mark me all, I am your King. + I wish to see my Daughter, shew her me; + I do command you all, as you are subjects, + To shew her me, what am I not your King? + If I, then am I not to be obeyed? + +_Di_. Yes, if you command things possible and honest. + +_King_. Things possible and honest! Hear me, thou, + Thou Traytor, that darest confine thy King to things + Possible and honest; shew her me, + Or let me perish, if I cover not all _Cicily_ with bloud. + +_Di_. Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me where she is. + +_King_. You have betray'd me, y'have, let me lose + The Jewel of my life, go; bring her me, + And set her before me; 'tis the King + Will have it so, whose breath can still the winds, + Uncloud the Sun, charm down the swelling Sea, + And stop the Flouds of Heaven; speak, can it not? + +_Di_. No. + +_King_. No, cannot the breath of Kings do this? + +_Di_. No; nor smell sweet it self, if once the Lungs + Be but corrupted. + +_King_. Is it so? Take heed. + +_Di_. Sir, take you heed; how you dare the powers + That must be just. + +_King_. Alas! what are we Kings? + Why do you gods place us above the rest; + To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd till we + Believe we hold within our hands your Thunder, + And when we come to try the power we have, + There's not a leaf shakes at our threatnings. + I have sin'd 'tis true, and here stand to be punish'd; + Yet would not thus be punish'd; let me chuse + My way, and lay it on. + +_Di_. He Articles with the gods; would some body would + draw bonds, for the performance of Covenants + betwixt them. + + _Enter_ Pha. Galatea, _and_ Megra. + +_King_. What, is she found? + +_Pha_. No, we have ta'ne her Horse. + He gallopt empty by: there's some Treason; + You _Galatea_ rode with her into the wood; why left + you her? + +_Gal_. She did command me. + +_King_. Command! you should not. + +_Gal_. 'Twould ill become my Fortunes and my Birth + To disobey the Daughter of my King. + +_King_. Y'are all cunning to obey us for our hurt, + But I will have her. + +_Pha_. If I have her not, + By this hand there shall be no more _Cicily_. + +_Di_. What will he carry it to _Spain_ in's pocket? + +_Pha_. I will not leave one man alive, but the King, + A Cook and a Taylor. + +_Di_. Yet you may do well to spare your Ladies Bed-fellow, + and her you may keep for a Spawner. + +_King_. I see the injuries I have done must be reveng'd. + +_Di_. Sir, this is not the way to find her out. + +_King_. Run all, disperse your selves: the man that finds her, + Or (if she be kill'd) the Traytor; I'le [make] him great. + +_Di_. I know some would give five thousand pounds to find her. + +_Pha_. Come let us seek. + +_King_. Each man a several way, here I my self. + +_Di_. Come Gentlemen we here. + +_Cle_. Lady you must go search too. + +_Meg_. I had rather be search'd my self. + + [_Exeunt omnes_. + + _Enter_ Arethusa. + +_Are_. Where am I now? Feet find me out a way, + Without the counsel of my troubled head, + I'le follow you boldly about these woods, + O're mountains, thorow brambles, pits, and flouds: + Heaven I hope will ease me. I am sick. + + _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. Yonder's my Lady; Heaven knows I want nothing; + Because I do not wish to live, yet I + Will try her Charity. Oh hear, you that have plenty, + From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground; see, + The lively red is gone to guard her heart; + I fear she faints. Madam look up, she breaths not; + Open once more those rosie twins, and send + Unto my Lord, your latest farewell; Oh, she stirs: + How is it Madam? Speak comfort. + +_Are_. 'Tis not gently done, + To put me in a miserable life, + And hold me there; I pray thee let me go, + I shall do best without thee; I am well. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phil_. I am to blame to be so much in rage, + I'le tell her coolely, when and where I heard + This killing truth. I will be temperate + In speaking, and as just in hearing. + Oh monstrous! Tempt me not ye gods, good gods + Tempt not a frail man, what's he, that has a heart + But he must ease it here? + +_Bell_. My Lord, help the Princess. + +_Are_. I am well, forbear. + +_Phi_. Let me love lightning, let me be embrac'd + And kist by Scorpions, or adore the eyes + Of Basilisks, rather than trust to tongues, + And shrink these veins up; stick me here a stone + Lasting to ages in the memory + Of this damn'd act. Hear me you wicked ones, + You have put the hills on fire into this breast, + Not to be quench'd with tears, for which may guilt + Sit on your bosoms; at your meals, and beds, + Despair await you: what, before my face? + Poyson of Aspes between your lips; Diseases + Be your best issues; Nature make a Curse + And throw it on you. + +_Are_. Dear _Philaster_, leave + To be enrag'd, and hear me. + + _Phi_. I have done; + Forgive my passion, not the calm'd sea, + When _Æolus_ locks up his windy brood, + Is less disturb'd than I, I'le make you know it. + Dear _Arethusa_, do but take this sword, + And search how temperate a heart I have; + Then you and this your boy, may live and raign + In lust without control; Wilt thou _Bellario_? + I prethee kill me; thou art poor, and maist + Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead: + This way were freer; Am I raging now? + If I were mad I should desire to live; + Sirs, feel my pulse; whether have you known + A man in a more equal tune to die? + +_Bel_. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmans time, + So does your tongue. + +_Phi_. You will not kill me then? + +_Are_. Kill you? + +_Bell_. Not for a world. + +_Phi_. I blame not thee, + _Bellario_; thou hast done but that, which gods + Would have transform'd themselves to do; be gone, + Leave me without reply; this is the last + Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword; + Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two + Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or suffer. + +_Are_. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall + Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. + Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders, + No jealousies in the other world, no ill there? + +_Phi_. No. + + _Are_. Shew me then the way. + +_Phi_. Then guide + My feeble hand, you that have power to do it, + For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth + Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers + Short and effectual reconcile you to it. + +_Are_. I am prepared. + + _Enter a_ Country-fellow. + +_Coun_. I'le see the King if he be in the Forest, I have hunted + him these two hours; if I should come home and not + see him my Sisters would laugh at me; I can see nothing + but people better horst than my self, that outride + me; I can hear nothing but shouting. These Kings had + need of good brains, this whooping is able to put a mean + man out of his wits. There's a Courtier with his sword + drawn, by this hand upon a woman, I think. + +_Phi_. Are you at peace? + +_Are_. With Heavens and Earth. + +_Phi_. May they divide thy soul and body? + +_Coun_. Hold dastard, strike a Woman! th'art a craven I + warrant thee, thou wouldst be loth to play half a dozen + of venies at wasters with a good fellow for a broken head. + +_Phi_. Leave us good friend. + +_Are_. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy self + Upon our private sports, our recreations? + +_Coun_. God 'uds, I understand you not, but I know the + Rogue has hurt you. + +_Phi_. Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill + To multiply bloud upon my head; which thou wilt + force me to. + + _Coun_. I know not your Rhetorick, but I can lay it on + if you touch the woman. + + [_They fight_. + +_Phi_. Slave, take what thou deservest. + +_Are_. Heavens guard my Lord. + +_Coun_. Oh do you breath? + +_Phi_. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt. + The gods take part against me, could this Boor + Have held me thus else? I must shift for life, + Though I do loath it. I would find a course, + To lose it, rather by my will than force. + + [_Exit_ Phil. + +_Coun_. I cannot follow the Rogue. I pray thee wench + come and kiss me now. + + _Enter_ Phara. Dion, Cle. Thra. _and_ Woodmen. + +_Pha_. What art thou? + +_Coun_. Almost kil'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave + has hurt her. + +_Pha_. The Princess Gentlemen! Where's the wound Madam? + Is it dangerous? + +_Are_. He has not hurt me. + +_Coun_. I'faith she lies, has hurt her in the breast, look else. + +_Pha_. O sacred spring of innocent blood! + +_Di_. 'Tis above wonder! who should dare this? + +_Are_. I felt it not. + +_Pha_. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess? + +_Coun_. Is it the Princess? + +_Di_. I. + +_Coun_. Then I have seen something yet. + +_Pha_. But who has hurt her? + +_Coun_. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I. + +_Pha_. Madam who did it? + +_Are_. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not, + And do forgive him. + +_Coun_. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fathers + old Fox flie about his ears. + +_Pha_. How will you have me kill him? + +_Are_. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow. + +_Pha_. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger + than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat. + +_Are_. Nay, good Sir; + If you do take him, bring him quick to me, + And I will study for a punishment, + Great as his fault. + +_Pha_. I will. + +_Are_. But swear. + +_Pha_. By all my love I will: Woodmen conduct the Princess + to the King, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing: + Come Gentlemen, we'l follow the chase close. + + [_Ex_. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. _and_ 1 Woodman. + +_Coun_. I pray you friend let me see the King. + +_2 Wood_.That you shall, and receive thanks. + + [_Exeunt_. + +_Coun_. If I get clear with this, I'le go see no more gay sights. + + _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. A heaviness near death sits on my brow, + And I must sleep: Bear me thou gentle bank, + For ever if thou wilt: you sweet ones all, + Let me unworthy press you: I could wish + I rather were a Coarse strewed o're with you, + Than quick above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes, + And I am giddy; Oh that I could take + So sound a sleep, that I might never wake. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. I have done ill, my conscience calls me false, + To strike at her, that would not strike at me: + When I did fight, me thought I heard her pray + The gods to guard me. She may be abus'd, + And I a loathed villain: if she be, + She will conceal who hurt her; He has wounds, + And cannot follow, neither knows he me. + Who's this; _Bellario_ sleeping? If thou beest + Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep + + [_Cry within_. + + Should be so sound, and mine, whom thou hast wrong'd, + So broken: Hark I am pursued: you gods + I'le take this offer'd means of my escape: + They have no mark to know me, but my wounds, + If she be true; if false, let mischief light + On all the world at once. Sword, print my wounds + Upon this sleeping boy: I ha' none I think + Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. + + [_Wounds him_. + +_Bell_. Oh death I hope is come, blest be that hand, + It meant me well; again, for pities sake. + +_Phi_. I have caught my self, + + [Phi. _falls_. + + The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight. Here, here, + Is he that stroke thee: take thy full revenge, + Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death: + I'le teach thee to revenge this luckless hand + Wounded the Princess, tell my followers + Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, + And I will second thee: Get a reward. + +_Bell_. Fly, fly my Lord and save your self. + +_Phi_. How's this? + Wouldst thou I should be safe? + +_Bell_. Else it were vain + For me to live. These little wounds I have, + Ha' not bled much, reach me that noble hand, + I'le help to cover you. + +_Phi_. Art thou true to me? + +_Bell_. Or let me perish loath'd. Come my good Lord, + Creep in amongst those bushes: who does know + But that the gods may save your (much lov'd) breath? + +_Phi_. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, + That I have wounded thee: what wilt thou do? + +_Bell_. Shift for my self well: peace, I hear 'em come. + +_Within_. Follow, follow, follow; that way they went. + +_Bell_. With my own wounds I'le bloudy my own sword. + I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows, + That I can stand no longer. + + _Enter_ Pha. Dion, Cle. _and_ Thra. + +_Pha_. To this place we have tract him by his bloud. + +_Cle_. Yonder, my Lord, creeps one away. + +_Di_. Stay Sir, what are you? + +_Bell_. A wretched creature wounded in these Woods + By Beasts; relieve me, if your names be men, + Or I shall perish. + +_Di_. This is he my Lord, + Upon my soul that hurt her; 'tis the boy, + That wicked boy that serv'd her. + +_Pha_. O thou damn'd in thy creation! + What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the Princess? + +_Bell_. Then I am betrayed. + +_Di_. Betrayed! no, apprehended. + +_Bell_. I confess; + Urge it no more, that big with evil thoughts + I set upon her, and did take my aim + Her death. For charity let fall at once + The punishment you mean, and do not load + This weary flesh with tortures. + +_Pha_. I will know who hir'd thee to this deed? + +_Bell_. Mine own revenge. + +_Pha_. Revenge, for what? + +_Bell_. It pleas'd her to receive + Me as her Page, and when my fortunes ebb'd, + That men strid o're them carelesly, she did showr + Her welcome graces on me, and did swell + My fortunes, till they overflow'd their banks, + Threatning the men that crost 'em; when as swift + As storms arise at sea, she turn'd her eyes + To burning Suns upon me, and did dry + The streams she had bestowed, leaving me worse + And more contemn'd than other little brooks, + Because I had been great: In short, I knew + I could not live, and therefore did desire + To die reveng'd. + +_Pha_. If tortures can be found, + Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel + The utmost rigour. + + [Philaster _creeps out of a bush_. + +_Cle_. Help to lead him hence. + +_Phi_. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence, + Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely? + +_Pha_. Who's that? + +_Di_. 'Tis the Lord _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. 'Tis not the treasure of all Kings in one, + The wealth of _Tagus_, nor the Rocks of Pearl, + That pave the Court of _Neptune_, can weigh down + That vertue. It was I that hurt the Princess. + Place me, some god, upon a _Piramis_, + Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice + Loud as your Thunder to me, that from thence, + I may discourse to all the under-world, + The worth that dwells in him. + +_Pha_. How's this? + +_Bell_. My Lord, some man + Weary of life, that would be glad to die. + +_Phi_. Leave these untimely courtesies _Bellario_. + +_Bell_. Alas he's mad, come will you lead me on? + +_Phi_. By all the Oaths that men ought most to keep: + And Gods do punish most, when men do break, + He toucht her not. Take heed _Bellario_, + How thou dost drown the vertues thou hast shown + With perjury. By all that's good 'twas I: + You know she stood betwixt me and my right. + +_Pha_. Thy own tongue be thy judge. + +_Cle_. It was _Philaster_. + +_Di_. Is't not a brave boy? + Well Sirs, I fear we were all deceived. + +_Phi_. Have I no friend here? + +_Di_. Yes. + +_Phi_. Then shew it; + Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer. + Would you have tears shed for you when you die? + Then lay me gentle on his neck that there + I may weep flouds, and breath out my spirit: + 'Tis not the wealth of _Plutus_, nor the gold + Lockt in the heart of earth, can buy away + This arm-full from me, this had been a ransom + To have redeem'd the great _Augustus Caesar_, + Had he been taken: you hard-hearted men, + More stony than these Mountains, can you see + Such clear pure bloud drop, and not cut your flesh + To stop his life? To bind whose better wounds, + Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears, + Bath 'em. Forgive me, thou that art the wealth of + poor _Philaster_. + + [_Enter_ King, Arethusa _and a_ Guard. + +_King_. Is the villain ta'ne? + +_Pha_. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but say it was + _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. Question it no more, it was. + +_King_. The fellow that did fight with him will tell us. + +_Are_. Ay me, I know he will. + +_King_. Did not you know him? + +_Are_. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised. + +_Phi_. I was so. Oh my stars! that I should live still. + +_King_. Thou ambitious fool; + Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life; + Now I do mean to do, I'le leave to talk, bear him + to prison. + +_Are_. Sir, they did plot together to take hence + This harmless life; should it pass unreveng'd, + I should to earth go weeping: grant me then + (By all the love a Father bears his Child) + Their custodies, and that I may appoint + Their tortures and their death. + +_Di_. Death? soft, our Law will not reach that, for this fault. + +_King_. 'Tis granted, take 'em to you, with a Guard. + Come Princely _Pharamond_, this business past, + We may with more security go on to your intended match. + +_Cle_. I pray that this action lose not _Philaster_ the hearts + of the people. + +_Di_. Fear it not, their overwise heads will think it but a trick. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + + + _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_Thra_. Has the King sent for him to death? + +_Di_. Yes, but the King must know, 'tis not in + his power to war with Heaven. + +_Cle_. We linger time; the King sent for _Philaster_ and the + Headsman an hour ago. + +_Thra_. Are all his wounds well? + +_Di_. All they were but scratches; but the loss of bloud + made him faint. + +_Cle_. We dally Gentlemen. + +_Thra_. Away. + +_Di_. We'l scuffle hard before he perish. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ Philaster, Arethusa, _and_ Bellario. + +_Are_. Nay dear _Philaster_ grieve not, we are well. + +_Bell_. Nay good my Lord forbear, we are wondrous well. + +_Phi_. Oh _Arethusa_! O _Bellario_! leave to be kind: + I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from + Earth, If you continue so; I am a man, + False to a pair of the most trusty ones + That ever earth bore, can it bear us all? + Forgive and leave me, but the King hath sent + To call me to my death, Oh shew it me, + And then forget me: And for thee my boy, + I shall deliver words will mollifie + The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. + +_Bell_. Alas my Lord, my life is not a thing + Worthy your noble thoughts; 'tis not a life, + 'Tis but a piece of child-hood thrown away: + Should I out-live, I shall then out-live + Vertue and honour. And when that day comes, + If ever I should close these eyes but once, + May I live spotted for my perjury, + And waste my limbs to nothing. + +_Are_. And I (the woful'st maid as ever was, + Forc'd with my hands to bring my Lord to death) + Do by the honour of a Virgin swear, + To tell no hours beyond it. + +_Phi_. Make me not hated so. + +_Are_. Come from this prison, all joyful to our deaths. + +_Phi_. People will tear me when they find you true + To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath'd. + Injoy your Kingdoms peaceably, whil'st I + For ever sleep forgotten with my faults, + Every just servant, every maid in love + Will have a piece of me if you be true. + +_Are_. My dear Lord say not so. + +_Bell_. A piece of you? + He was not born of women that can cut it and look on. + +_Phi_. Take me in tears betwixt you, + For my heart will break with shame and sorrow. + +_Are_. Why 'tis well. + +_Bell_. Lament no more. + +_Phi_. What would you have done + If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found + My life no price, compar'd to yours? For love Sirs, + Deal with me truly. + +_Bell_. 'Twas mistaken, Sir. + +_Phi_. Why if it were? + +_Bell_. Then Sir we would have ask'd you pardon. + +_Phi_. And have hope to enjoy it? + +_Are_. Injoy it? I. + +_Phi_. Would you indeed? be plain. + +_Bell_. We would my Lord. + +_Phi_. Forgive me then. + +_Are_. So, so. + +_Bell_. 'Tis as it should be now. + +_Phi_. Lead to my death. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ King, Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_King_. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince? + +_Cle_. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City, + And the new Platform, with some Gentlemen + Attending on him. + +_King_. Is the Princess ready + To bring her prisoner out? + +_Thra_. She waits your Grace. + +_King_. Tell her we stay. + +_Di_. King, you may be deceiv'd yet: + The head you aim at cost more setting on + Than to be lost so slightly: If it must off + Like a wild overflow, that soops before him + A golden Stack, and with it shakes down Bridges, + Cracks the strong hearts of _Pines_, whose Cable roots + Held out a thousand Storms, a thousand Thunders, + And so made mightier, takes whole Villages + Upon his back, and in that heat of pride, + Charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces, + And layes them desolate: so shall thy head, + Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands + That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice, + In thy red ruines. + + _Enter_ Phil. Are. _and_ Bell, _in a Robe and Garland_. + +_King_. How now, what Mask is this? + +_Bell_. Right Royal Sir, I should + Sing you an Epithalamium of these lovers, + But having lost my best ayres with my fortunes, + And wanting a celestial Harp to strike + This blessed union on; thus in glad story + I give you all. These two fair Cedar-branches, + The noblest of the Mountain, where they grew + Straightest and tallest, under whose still shades + The worthier beasts have made their layers, and slept + Free from the _Syrian_ Star, and the fell Thunder-stroke, + Free from the Clouds, when they were big with humour, + And delivered in thousand spouts, their issues to + the earth: O there was none but silent quiet there! + Till never pleas'd fortune shot up shrubs, + Base under brambles to divorce these branches; + And for a while they did so, and did raign + Over the Mountain, and choakt up his beauty + With Brakes, rude Thornes and Thistles, till thy Sun + Scorcht them even to the roots, and dried them there: + And now a gentle gale hath blown again + That made these branches meet, and twine together, + Never to be divided: The god that sings + His holy numbers over marriage beds, + Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand + Your Children mighty King, and I have done. + +_King_. How, how? + +_Are_. Sir, if you love it in plain truth, + For there is no Masking in't; This Gentleman + The prisoner that you gave me is become + My keeper, and through all the bitter throws + Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him, + Thus nobly hath he strangled, and at length + Arriv'd here my dear Husband. + +_King_. Your dear Husband! call in + The Captain of the Cittadel; There you shall keep + Your Wedding. I'le provide a Mask shall make + Your Hymen turn his Saffron into a sullen Coat, + And sing sad Requiems to your departing souls: + Bloud shall put out your Torches, and instead + Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks, + An Ax shall hang like a prodigious Meteor + Ready to crop your loves sweets. Hear you gods: + From this time do I shake all title off, + Of Father to this woman, this base woman, + And what there is of vengeance, in a Lion + Cast amongst Dogs, or rob'd of his dear young, + The same inforc't more terrible, more mighty, + Expect from me. + +_Are_. Sir, + By that little life I have left to swear by, + There's nothing that can stir me from my self. + What I have done, I have done without repentance, + For death can be no Bug-bear unto me, + So long as _Pharamond_ is not my headsman. + +_Di_. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy maid + When ere thou dyest; for this time I'le excuse thee, + Or be thy Prologue. + +_Phi_. Sir, let me speak next, + And let my dying words be better with you + Than my dull living actions; if you aime + At the dear life of this sweet Innocent, + Y'are a Tyrant and a savage Monster; + Your memory shall be as foul behind you + As you are living, all your better deeds + Shall be in water writ, but this in Marble: + No Chronicle shall speak you, though your own, + But for the shame of men. No Monument + (Though high and big as _Pelion_) shall be able + To cover this base murther; make it rich + With Brass, with purest Gold, and shining Jasper, + Like the Pyramids, lay on Epitaphs, + Such as make great men gods; my little marble + (That only cloaths my ashes, not my faults) + Shall far out shine it: And for after issues + Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, + That they will give you more, for your mad rage + To cut off, unless it be some Snake, or something + Like your self, that in his birth shall strangle you. + Remember, my Father King; there was a fault, + But I forgive it: let that sin perswade you + To love this Lady. If you have a soul, + Think, save her, and be saved, for my self, + I have so long expected this glad hour, + So languisht under you, and daily withered, + That heaven knows it is my joy to dye, + I find a recreation in't. + + _Enter a_ Messenger. + +_Mess_. Where's the King? + +_King_. Here. + +_Mess_. Get you to your strength, + And rescue the Prince _Pharamond_ from danger, + He's taken prisoner by the Citizens, + Fearing the Lord _Philaster_. + +_Di_. Oh brave followers; + Mutiny, my fine dear Country-men, mutiny, + Now my brave valiant foremen, shew your weapons + In honour of your Mistresses. + + [_Enter another_ Messenger. + +_Mess_. Arm, arm, arm. + +_King_. A thousand devils take 'em. + +_Di_. A thousand blessings on 'em. + +_Mess_. Arm O King, the City is in mutiny, + Led by an old Gray Ruffin, who comes on + In rescue of the Lord _Philaster_. + + [_Exit with_ Are. Phi. Bell. + +_King_. Away to the Cittadel, I'le see them safe, + And then cope with these Burgers: Let the Guard + And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance. + + [_Ex. King_. + + [_Manent_ Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline. + +_Cle_. The City up! this was above our wishes. + +_Di_. I and the Marriage too; by my life, + This noble Lady has deceiv'd us all, a plague upon my + self; a thousand plagues, for having such unworthy + thoughts of her dear honour: O I could beat my self, + or do you beat me and I'le beat you, for we had all one + thought. + +_Cle_. No, no, 'twill but lose time. + +_Di_. You say true, are your swords sharp? Well my dear + Country-men, what ye lack, if you continue and fall + not back upon the first broken shin, I'le have you + chronicled, and chronicled, and cut and chronicled + and all to be prais'd, and sung in Sonnets, and bath'd + in new brave Ballads, that all tongues shall troule you + _in Saecula Saeculorum_ my kind Can-carriers. + +_Thra_. What if a toy take 'em i'th' heels now, and they + run all away, and cry the Devil take the hindmost? + +_Di_. Then the same Devil take the foremost too, and + sowce him for his breakfast; if they all prove + Cowards, my curses fly amongst them and be + speeding. May they have Murreins raign to keep + the Gentlemen at home unbound in easie freeze: + May the Moths branch their Velvets, and their + Silks only be worn before sore eyes. May their false + lights undo 'em, and discover presses, holes, stains, + and oldness in their Stuffs, and make them shop-rid: + May they keep Whores and Horses, and break; and + live mued up with necks of Beef and Turnips: May + they have many children, and none like the Father: + May they know no language but that gibberish they + prattle to their Parcels, unless it be the goarish Latine + they write in their bonds, and may they write that + false, and lose their debts. + + _Enter the_ King. + +_King_. Now the vengeance of all the gods confound them; + how they swarm together! what a hum they raise; + Devils choak your wilde throats; If a man had need + to use their valours, he must pay a Brokage for it, + and then bring 'em on, they will fight like sheep. + 'Tis _Philaster_, none but _Philaster_ must allay + this heat: They will not hear me speak, but fling + dirt at me, and call me Tyrant. Oh run dear friend, + and bring the Lord _Philaster_: speak him fair, call + him Prince, do him all the courtesie you can, + commend me to him. Oh my wits, my wits! + + [_Exit_ Cle. + +_Di_. Oh my brave Countrymen! as I live, I will not buy + a pin out of your walls for this; Nay, you shall cozen + me, and I'le thank you; and send you Brawn and + Bacon, and soil you every long vacation a brace of + foremen, that at _Michaelmas_ shall come up fat + and kicking. + +_King_. What they will do with this poor Prince, the gods + know, and I fear. + +_Di_. Why Sir: they'l flea him, and make Church Buckets + on's skin to squench rebellion, then clap a rivet in's + sconce, and hang him up for a sign. + + _Enter_ Cleremont _with_ Philaster. + +_King_. O worthy Sir forgive me, do not make + Your miseries and my faults meet together, + To bring a greater danger. Be your self, + Still sound amongst Diseases, I have wrong'd you, + And though I find it last, and beaten to it, + Let first your goodness know it. Calm the people, + And be what you were born to: take your love, + And with her my repentance, and my wishes, + And all my prayers, by the gods my heart speaks this: + And if the least fall from me not perform'd, + May I be struck with Thunder. + +_Phi_. Mighty Sir, + I will not do your greatness so much wrong, + As not to make your word truth; free the Princess, + And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock + Of this mad Sea breach, which I'le either turn + Or perish with it. + +_King_. Let your own word free them. + +_Phi_. Then thus I take my leave kissing your hand, + And hanging on your Royal word: be Kingly, + And be not moved Sir, I shall bring your peace, + Or never bring my self back. + +_King_. All the gods go with thee. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + _Enter an old Captain and Citizens with_ Pharamond. + +_Cap_. Come my brave Mirmidons let's fall on, let our caps + Swarm my boys, and you nimble tongues forget your mothers + Gibberish, of what do you lack, and set your mouths + Up Children, till your Pallats fall frighted half a + Fathom, past the cure of Bay-salt and gross Pepper. + And then cry _Philaster_, brave _Philaster_, + Let _Philaster_ be deeper in request, my ding-dongs, + My pairs of dear Indentures, King of Clubs, + Than your cold water Chamblets or your paintings + Spitted with Copper; let not your hasty Silks, + Or your branch'd Cloth of Bodkin, or your Tishues, + Dearly belov'd of spiced Cake and Custard, + Your Robin-hoods scarlets and Johns, tie your affections + In darkness to your shops; no, dainty Duckers, + Up with your three pil'd spirits, your wrought valours. + And let your un-cut Coller make the King feel + The measure of your mightiness _Philaster_. + Cry my Rose nobles, cry. + +_All_. Philaster, Philaster. + +_Cap_. How do you like this my Lord Prince, these are + mad boys, I tell you, these are things that will not + strike their top-sayles to a Foist. And let a man of + war, an Argosie hull and cry Cockles. + +_Pha_. Why you rude slave, do you know what you do? + +_Cap_. My Pretty Prince of Puppets, we do know, + And give your greatness warning, that you talk + No more such Bugs-words, or that soldred Crown + Shall be scratch'd with a Musket: Dear Prince Pippen, + Down with your noble bloud; or as I live, + I'le have you codled: let him lose my spirits, + Make us a round Ring with your Bills my Hectors, + And let us see what this trim man dares do. + Now Sir, have at you; here I [lie], + And with this swashing blow, do you swear Prince; + I could hulk your Grace, and hang you up cross-leg'd, + Like a Hare at a Poulters, and do this with this wiper. + +_Pha_. You will not see me murder'd wicked Villains? + +_1 Cit_. Yes indeed will we Sir, we have not seen one fo[r] + a great while. + +_Capt_. He would have weapons would he? give him a + Broad-side my brave boyes with your pikes, branch me + his skin in Flowers like a Satin, and between every + Flower a mortal cut, your Royalty shall ravel, jag him + Gentlemen, I'le have him cut to the kell, then down + the seames, oh for a whip To make him Galoone-Laces, + I'le have a Coach-whip. + +_Pha_. O spare me Gentlemen. + +_Cap_. Hold, hold, the man begins to fear and know himself, + He shall for this time only be seal'd up + With a Feather through his nose, that he may only see + Heaven, and think whither he's going, + Nay beyond-Sea Sir, we will proclaim you, you would + be King Thou tender Heir apparent to a Church-Ale, + Thou sleight Prince of single Sarcenet; + Thou Royal Ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing + But poor mens Poultry, and have every Boy + Beat thee from that too with his Bread and Butter. + +_Pha_. Gods keep me from these Hell-hounds. + +_2 Cit_. Shall's geld him Captain? + +_Cap_. No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels, + As you respect the Ladies let them flourish; + The curses of a longing woman kill as speedy as a + Plague, Boys. + +_1 Cit_. I'le have a Leg that's certain. + +_2 Cit_. I'le have an Arm. + +_3 Cit_. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build + a Colledge, and clap't upon the Gate. + +_4 Cit_. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with, + For certainly a Royal Gut will sound like silver. + +_Pha_. Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain once. + +_5 Cit_. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets. + +_Cap_. Who will have parcels else? speak. + +_Pha_. Good gods consider me, I shall be tortur'd. + +_1 Cit_. Captain, I'le give you the trimming of your hand-sword, + and let me have his Skin to make false Scabbards. + +_2_. He had no horns Sir had he? + +_Cap_. No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with horns? + +_Cit_. O if he had, I would have made rare Hafts and + Whistles of 'em, but his Shin-bones if they be sound shall + serve me. + + [_Enter_ Philaster. + + _All_. Long live _Philaster_, the brave Prince _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these + Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands + Uncivil Trades? + +_Cap_. My Royal Rosiclear, + We are thy Mirmidons, thy Guard, thy Rorers, + And when thy noble body is in durance, + Thus do we clap our musty Murrions on, + And trace the streets in terrour: Is it peace + Thou _Mars_ of men? Is the King sociable, + And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen, + And free as _Phoebus_? Speak, if not, this stand + Of Royal blood shall be abroach, atilt, and run + Even to the lees of honour. + +_Phi_. Hold and be satisfied, I am my self + Free as my thoughts are, by the gods I am. + +_Cap_. Art thou the dainty darling of the King? + Art thou the _Hylas_ to our _Hercules_? + Do the Lords bow, and the regarded scarlets, + Kiss their Gumd-gols, and cry, we are your servants? + Is the Court Navigable, and the presence struck + With Flags of friendship? if not, we are thy Castle + And this man sleeps. + +_Phi_. I am what I desire to be, your friend, + I am what I was born to be, your Prince. + +_Pha_. Sir, there is some humanity in you, + You have a noble soul, forget my name, + And know my misery, set me safe aboard + From these wild _Canibals_, and as I live, + I'le quit this Land for ever: there is nothing, + Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness + Of all sorts, all dangers, and all together + The worst company of the worst men, madness, age, + To be as many Creatures as a woman, + And do as all they do, nay to despair; + But I would rather make it a new Nature, + And live with all those than endure one hour + Amongst these wild Dogs. + +_Phi_. I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears, + Deliver me the Prince, I'le warrant you + I shall be old enough to find my safety. + +_3 Cit_. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you, + He's a fierce man I can tell you Sir. + +_Cap_. Prince, by your leave I'le have a Sursingle, + And Male you like a Hawke. + + [_He stirs_. + +_Phi_. Away, away, there is no danger in him: + Alas he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. + Look you friends, how gently he leads, upon my word + He's tame enough, he need[s] no further watching. + Good my friends go to your houses and + by me have your pardons, and my love, + And know there shall be nothing in my power + You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes. + To give you more thanks were to flatter you, + Continue still your love, and for an earnest + Drink this. +_All_. Long maist thou live brave Prince, brave Prince, + brave Prince. + + [_Exeunt_ Phi. _and_ Pha. + +_Cap_. Thou art the King of Courtesie: + Fall off again my sweet youths, come and every man + Trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up, then to + The Tavern and bring your wives in Muffes: we will have + Musick and the red grape shall make us + dance, and rise Boys. + + [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ King, Are. Gal. Meg. Cle. Dion, Thra. Bellario, _and Attendants_. + +_King_. Is it appeas'd? + +_Di_. Sir, all is quiet as this dead of night, + As peaceable as sleep, my Lord _Philaster_ + Brings on the Prince himself. + +_King_. Kind Gentlemen! + I will not break the least word I have given + In promise to him, I have heap'd a world + Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope + To wash away. + + _Enter_ Philaster _and_ Pharamond. + +_Cle_. My Lord is come. + +_King_. My Son! + Blest be the time that I have leave to call + Such vertue mine; now thou art in mine arms, + Me thinks I have a salve unto my breast + For all the stings that dwell there, streams of grief + That I have wrought thee, and as much of joy + That I repent it, issue from mine eyes: + Let them appease thee, take thy right; take her, + She is thy right too, and forget to urge + My vexed soul with that I did before. + +_Phi_. Sir, [it is] blotted from my memory, + Past and forgotten: For you Prince of _Spain_, + Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave + To make an honourable voyage home. + And if you would go furnish'd to your Realm + With fair provision, I do see a Lady + Me thinks would gladly bear you company: + How like you this piece? + +_Meg_. Sir, he likes it well, + For he hath tried it, and found it worth + His princely liking; we were ta'ne a bed, + I know your meaning, I am not the first + That Nature taught to seek a fellow forth: + Can shame remain perpetually in me, + And not in others? or have Princes salves + To cure ill names that meaner people want? + +_Phi_. What mean you? + +_Meg_. You must get another ship + To clear the Princess and the boy together. + +_Di_. How now! + +_Meg_. Others took me, and I took her and him + At that all women may be ta'ne sometimes: + Ship us all four my Lord, we can endure + Weather and wind alike. + +_King_. Clear thou thy self, or know not me for Father. + +_Are_. This earth, How false it is? what means is left for me + To clear my self? It lies in your belief, + My Lords believe me, and let all things else + Struggle together to dishonour me. + +_Bell_. O stop your ears great King, that I may speak + As freedom would, then I will call this Lady + As base as be her actions, hear me Sir, + Believe [y]our hated bloud when it rebels + Against your reason sooner than this Lady. + +_Meg_. By this good light he bears it hansomely. + +_Phi_. This Lady? I will sooner trust the wind + With Feathers, or the troubled Sea with Pearl, + Than her with any thing; believe her not! + Why think you, if I did believe her words; + I would outlive 'em: honour cannot take + Revenge on you, then what were to be known + But death? + +_King_. Forget her Sir, since all is knit + Between us: but I must request of you + One favour, and will sadly be denied. + +_Phi_. Command what ere it be. + +_King_. Swear to be true to what you promise. + +_Phi_. By the powers above, + Let it not be the death of her or him, + And it is granted. + +_King_. Bear away the boy + To Torture, I will have her clear'd or buried. + +_Phi_. O let me call my words back, worthy Sir, + Ask something else, bury my life and right + In one poor grave, but do not take away my + life and fame at once. +_King_. Away with him, it stands irrevocable. + +_Phi_. Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man + The falsest and the basest of this world: + Set swords against this breast some honest man, + For I have liv'd till I am pitied, + My former deeds are hateful, but this last + Is pitifull, for I unwillingly + Have given the dear preserver of my life + + [_Offers to kill himself_.] + + Unto his Torture: is it in the power + Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live? + +_Are_. Dear Sir be patient yet, or stay that hand. + +_King_. Sirs, strip that boy. + +_Di_. Come Sir, your tender flesh will try your + constancie. + +_Bell_. O kill me gentlemen. + +_Di_. No, help Sirs. + +_Bell_. Will you Torture me? + +_King_. Hast there, why stay you? + +_Bell_. Then I shall not break my vow, + You know just gods, though I discover all. + +_King_. How's that? Will he confess? + +_Di_. Sir, so he says. + +_King_. Speak then. + +_Bell_. Great King if you command + This Lord to talk with me alone, my tongue + Urg'd by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts + My youth hath known, and stranger things than these + You hear not often. + +_King_. Walk aside with him. + +_Di_. Why speak'st thou not? + +_Bell_. Know you this face my Lord? + +_Di_. No. + +_Bell_. Have you not seen it, nor the like? + +_Di_. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily + I know not where. + +_Bell_. I have been often told + In Court, of one _Euphrasia,_ a Lady + And Daughter to you; betwixt whom and me + (They that would flatter my bad face would swear) + There was such strange resemblance, that we two + Could not be known asunder, drest alike. + +_Di_. By Heaven and so there is. + +_Bell_. For her fair sake, + Who now doth spend the spring time of her life + In holy Pilgrimage, move to the King, + That I may scape this Torture. + +_Di_. But thou speak'st + As like _Euphrasia_ as thou dost look, + How came it to thy knowledge that she + lives in Pilgrimage? + +_Bell_. I know it not my Lord, + But I have heard it, and do scarce believe it. + +_Di_. Oh my shame, is't possible? Draw near, + That I may gaze upon thee, art thou she? + Or else her Murderer? where wert thou born? + +_Bell_. In _Siracusa_. + +_Di_. What's thy name? + +_Bell. Euphrasia_. + + _Di_. O 'tis just, 'tis she now, I do know thee, Oh + that thou hadst died + And I had never seen thee nor my shame, + How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine + E're call thee Daughter more? + +_Bell_. Would I had died indeed, I wish it too, + And so I must have done by vow, e're published + What I have told, but that there was no means + To hide it longer, yet I joy in this, + The Princess is all clear. + +_King_. What have you done? + +_Di_. All is discovered. + +_Phi_. Why then hold you me? + +_Di_. All is discovered, pray you let me go. + [He offers to stab himself_.] + +_King_. Stay him. + +_Are_. What is discovered? + +_Di_. Why my shame, it is a woman, let her speak the rest. + +_Phi_. How! that again. + +_Di_. It is a woman. + +_Phi_. Blest be you powers that favour innocence. + +_King_. Lay hold upon that Lady. + +_Phi_. It is a woman Sir, hark Gentlemen! + It is a woman. _Arethusa_ take + My soul into thy breast, that would be gone + With joy: it is a woman, thou art fair, + + And vertuous still to ages, in despight of malice. + +_King_. Speak you, where lies his shame? + +_Bell_. I am his Daughter. + +_Phi_. The Gods are just. + +_Di_. I dare accuse none, but before you two + The vertue of our age, I bend my knee + For mercy. + +_Phi_. Take it freely; for I know, + Though what thou didst were undiscreetly done, + 'Twas meant well. + +_Are_. And for me, + I have a power to pardon sins as oft + As any man has power to wrong me. + +_Cle_. Noble and worthy. + +_Phi_. But _Bellario_, + (For I must call thee still so) tell me why + Thou didst conceal thy Sex, it was a fault, + A fault _Bellario_, though thy other deeds + Of truth outweigh'd it: All these Jealousies + Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discovered, + What now we know. + +_Bell_. My Father would oft speak + Your worth and vertue, and as I did grow + More and more apprehensive, I did thirst + To see the man so rais'd, but yet all this + Was but a Maiden longing to be lost + As soon as found, till sitting in my window, + Printing my thoughts in Lawne, I saw a God + I thought (but it was you) enter our Gates, + My bloud flew out, and back again as fast + As I had puft it forth, and suck't it in + Like breath, then was I call'd away in hast + To entertain you. Never was a man + Heav'd from a Sheep-coat to a Scepter rais'd + So high in thoughts as I, you left a kiss + Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep + From you for ever, I did hear you talk + Far above singing; after you were gone, + I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd + What stir'd it so, Alas I found it love, + Yet far from lust, for could I have but liv'd + In presence of you, I had had my end, + For this I did delude my noble Father + With a feign'd Pilgrimage, and drest my self + In habit of a boy, and, for I knew + My birth no match for you, I was past hope + Of having you. And understanding well + That when I made discovery of my Sex, + I could not stay with you, I made a vow + By all the most religious things a Maid + Could call together, never to be known, + Whilst there was hope to hide me from mens eyes, + For other than I seem'd; that I might ever + Abide with you, then sate I by the Fount + Where first you took me up. + +_King_. Search out a match + Within our Kingdom where and when thou wilt, + And I will pay thy Dowry, and thy self + Wilt well deserve him. + +_Bell_. Never Sir will I + Marry, it is a thing within my vow, + But if I may have leave to serve the Princess, + To see the vertues of her Lord and her, + I shall have hope to live. + +_Are_. I _Philaster_, + Cannot be jealous, though you had a Lady + Drest like a Page to serve you, nor will I + Suspect her living here: come live with me, + Live free, as I do, she that loves my Lord, + Curst be the wife that hates her. + +_Phi_. I grieve such vertues should be laid in earth + Without an Heir; hear me my Royal Father, + Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, + To think to take revenge of that base woman, + Her malice cannot hurt us: set her free + As she was born, saving from shame and sin. + +_King_. Set her at liberty, but leave the Court, + This is no place for such: you _Pharamond_ + Shall have free passage, and a conduct home + Worthy so great a Prince, when you come there, + Remember 'twas your faults that lost you her, + And not my purpos'd will. + +_Pha_. I do confess, + Renowned Sir. + +_King_. Last joyn your hands in one, enjoy _Philaster_ + This Kingdom which is yours, and after me + What ever I call mine, my blessing on you, + All happy hours be at your Marriage joyes, + That you may grow your selves over all Lands, + And live to see your plenteous branches spring + Where ever there is Sun. Let Princes learn + By this to rule the passions of their blood, + For what Heaven wills, can never be withstood. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + + +PHILASTER. + +(A) Phylaster. | Or, | Love lyes a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe +by his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Baymont and John +Fletcher. Gent. | Printed at London for Thomas Walkley, and are to +be sold at his | shop at the Eagle and Child, in Brittaines Bursse. +1620. + +This edition contains, on the title-page, a wood-cut representing +'The Princes' (The Princess) and 'A Cuntrie Gentellman' seated on +the ground, and 'Phielaster' leaving them. See the scene in Act IV +(_ante_, p. 125). + +(B) Philaster. | Or, | Love lies a Bleeding. | As it hath beene +diverse times Acted, | at the Globe, and Blacke-Friers, by | +his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Beaumont, and John +Fletcher. Gent. | The second Impression, corrected, and | amended. | +London, | Printed for Thomas Walkley, and are to | be solde at +his shoppe, at the signe of the | Eagle and Childe, in Brittaines +Bursse. | 1622. + +(C) Philaster, | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher. | Gentlemen. | The third +Impression. | London, | Printed by A.M. for Richard Hawkins, and are +to | be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lane, adjoyning | to Sarjeants +Inne gate. 1628. + +(D) Philaster, | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher. Gentlemen. | The fourth +Impression. | London, | Printed by W.J. for Richard Hawkins, and are +to | be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lane, adjoyning | to Sarjeants +Inne gate. 1634. + +(E) Philaster | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, and +Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being Francis +Beaumont, and John Fletcher. Gent. | The fourth Impression. | +London, | Printed by E. Griffin for William Leak, and are to | be +sold at his shop in Chancerie Lane neere | the Rowles. 1639. + +(F) Philaster: | or, | Love lies a bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers, By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The fifth Impression. | +London: | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop +at the | Sign of the Crown in Fleetstreet, between the two | Temple +Gates. 1652. + +This edition contains on the title-page a small device of +fleurs-de-lis. + +(G) Philaster | or, | Love lies a bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Black-friers, By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The fifth Impression. | +London: | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop +at the | signe of the Crown in Fleet street, between the two | +Temple Gates. 1652. + +On the back of the title-page (which contains the device of a crown) +is a list of books printed or sold by William Leake. (H) Philaster | +or, | Love lies a Bleeding: | Acted at the Globe, and Blackfriers, +By his Majesties servants. | The Authors being Francis Beaumont, and +John Fletcher, Gent. | The sixth Impression. | London, | Printed for +William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop at the | signe of the +Crown in Fleet street, between the two | Temple Gates. + +This edition, conjecturally dated 1660 in the British Museum +Catalogue, contains, on the back of the title-page and at the foot +of the list of persons represented, lists of books printed or sold +by William Leake at the Crown in Fleet Street. + +A The first few pages and the last few pages of the play as printed +in A vary so completely from the other texts that it has been +necessary to print them separately. See _post_, pp. 401--3, 413--17. + +B contains the following Address to the Reader: + +_'To the Reader_. + +'Courteous Reader. _Philaster_, and _Anthusa_ his love, have laine +so long a bleeding, by reason of some dangerous and gaping wounds, +which they received in the first Impression, that it is wondered how +they could goe abroad so long, or travaile so farre as they have +done. Although they were hurt neither by me, nor the Printer; yet I +knowing and finding by experience, how many well-wishers they have +abroad, have adventured to bind up their wounds, & to enable them to +visite upon better tearmes, such friends of theirs, as were pleased +to take knowledge of them, so mained [? maimed] and deformed, as +they at the first were; and if they were then gracious in your +sight, assuredly they will now finde double favour, being reformed, +and set forth suteable, to their birth, and breeding. + +_By your serviceable Friend_, + +Thomas Walkley.' + +C prefixes to the play the following Address repeated with +variations of spelling in the five later quartos: + +'The Stationer, To the Understanding Gentrie. + +'This play so affectionatly taken, and approoved by the Seeing +Auditors, or Hearing Spectators, (of which sort, I take, or conceive +you to bee the greatest part) hath received (as appeares by the +copious vent of two [D and E three; F, G and H four] Editions,) no +lesse acceptance with improovement of you likewise the Readers, +albeit the first Impression swarm'd with Errors, prooving it selfe +like pure Gold, which the more it hath beene tried and refined, +the better is esteemed; the best Poems of this kind, in the first +presentation, resemble [D--H resembling] that all tempting Minerall +newly digged up, the Actors being onely the labouring Miners, +but you the skilfull Triers and Refiners: Now considering [D--H +consider] how currant this hath passed, under the infallible stampe +of your judicious censure, and applause, and (like a gainefull +Office in this Age) eagerly sought for, not onely by those that have +heard & seene it, [F--H _omit_ heard and] but by others that +have meerely heard thereof: here you behold me acting the +Merchant-adventurers part, yet as well for their satisfaction, as +mine owne benefit, and if my hopes (which I hope, shall never lye +like this LOVE A BLEEDING,) doe fairely arrive at their intended +Haven, I shall then be ready to lade a new Bottome, and [D--H _omit_ +and] set foorth againe, to game the good-will both of you and them. +To whom respectively I convey this hearty greeting: ADIEU.' + +P. 75 1. 3. A and B _omit_] or, Love lies a Bleeding. II. 4 _et seq_. A] + + + + THE ACTORS NAMES. + + + King of Cecely + Arathusa, the Princesse. + Phylaster. + Pharamont, a Spanish Prince, + Leon, a Lord. + Gleremon} Two Noble Gentlemen + Trasilm } + Bellario a Page, Leon's daughter. + Callatea, a Lady of Honor. + Megra, another Lady. + A Waiting Gentlewoman. + Two Woodmen. + A Countrey Gallant. + + An Old Captaine. + + And Souldiers. + A Messenger. + + B _omits_ the list of Persons Represented in the Play and also + _The Scene_, etc.1. 5. C--H] The persons presented are these, + viz. In A the play, down to I. 26 of p. 78, begins as follows] + + _Actus_ I. _Scoen_. I. + + _Enter at severall doores _Lord Lyon, Trasiline, _followes him_, + Clerimon _meetes them_. + +TRASILINE. + Well ore tane my Lord. + +LYON. Noble friend welcome, and see who encounters + us, honourable good _Clerimon_. + +CLE. My good Lord _Lyon_, most happily met worthy + _Trasiline_, + Come gallants, what's the newes, + the season affoords us variety, + the novilsts of our time runnes on heapes, + to glut their itching eares with airie sounds, + trotting to'th burse; and in the Temple walke + with greater zeale to heare a novall lye, + than a pyous Anthum tho chanted by Cherubins. + +TRANS. True Sir: + and holds set counsels, to vent their braine sicke opinions + with presagements what all states shall designe. + +CLE. Thats as their intelligence serves. + +LYON. And that shall serve as long as invention lastes, + there dreames they relate, as spoke from Oracles, + or if the gods should hold a synod, and make them their + secritaries, they will divine and prophecie too: but come + and speake your thoughts of the intended marriage with + the Spanish Prince. He is come you see, and bravely + entertainde. + +TRAS. Hee is so, but not married yet. + +CLE. But like to be, and shall have in dowry with the + Princesse this Kingdome of _Cycele_. + +LEON. Soft and faire, there is more will forbid the baines, + then say amen to the marriage: though the King + usurped the Kingdome during the non-age of the + Prince _Phylaster_, hee must not thinke to bereave + him of it quite; hee is now come to yeares to claime + the Crowne. + +TRA. And lose his head i' the asking. + +LEON. A diadem worn by a headlesse King wold be + wonderous, _Phylaster_ is too weake in power. + +CLE. He hath many friends. + +LEON. And few helpers. + +TRA. The people love him. + +LEON. I grant it, that the King knowes too well, + And makes this Contract to make his faction strong: + Whats a giddy-headed multitude, + That's not Disciplinde nor trainde up in Armes, + To be trusted unto? No, he that will + Bandy for a Monarchic, must provide + Brave marshall troopes with resolution armde, + To stand the shock of bloudy doubtfull warre, + Not danted though disastrous Fate doth frowne, + And spit all spightfull fury in their face: + Defying horror in her ugliest forme, + And growes more valiant, the more danger threats; + Or let leane famine her affliction send, + Whose pining plagues a second hel doth bring, + Thei'le hold their courage in her height of spleene, + Till valour win plenty to supply them, + What thinke ye, would yer feast-hunting Citizens + Indure this? + +TRA. No sir, a faire march a mile out of town that their wives may + bring them their dinners, is the hottest service that they + are trained up to. + +CLE. I could wish their experience answered their loves, + Then should the much too much wrongd _Phylaster_, + Possesse his right in spight of Don and the divell. + +TRA. My heart is with your wishes. + +LEON. And so is mine, + And so should all that loves their true borne Prince, + Then let us joyne our Forces with our mindes, + In whats our power to right this wronged Lord, + And watch advantage as best may fit the time + To stir the murmuring people up, + Who is already possest with his wrongs, + And easily would in rebellion rise, + Which full well the King doth both know and feare, + But first our service wee'le proffer to the Prince, + And set our projects as he accepts of us; + But husht, the King is comming. + + _sound musicke within_. + + _Enter the King_, Pharamont, _the Princesse, the Lady Gallatea, + the Lady Megra, a Gentlewoman, loith Lords attending, + the King takes his seate_. + + KING. Faire Prince, + Since heavens great guider furthers our intents, + And brought you with safety here to arrive + Within our Kingdome and Court of _Cycele_, + We bid you most welcome, Princely _Pharamont_, + And that our Kingly bounty shall confirme, + Even whilst the Heavens hold so propitious aspect + Wee'le crowne your wisht desires (with our owne) + + Lend me your hand sweet Prince, hereby enjoy + A full fruition of your best contents, + The interest I hold I doe possesse you with, + Onely a fathers care, and prayers retaine, + That heaven may heape on blessings, take her Prince, + A sweeter Mistrisse then the offered Language of any dame, + were she a Queene whose eye speakes common Loves, + and comfort to her servants: Last Noble son, for so I + [now must call + you, what I have done thus publik, is not to add a comfort + [in particular + to you or mee, but all, and to confirme the Nobles and the + Gentrie of our Kingdom'e by oath to your succession: which + [shall + be within this moneth at most. + +l. 28. B--E] nor Lords, nor Ladyes. +l. 33. B and C] desired. +l. 34. Folio] ghess. + +p. 76, +l. 1. B and C] Faith sir. +l. 8. F] for me. + +p. 77, +l. 1. B and C] Faith, I thinke. +l. 29. B] quickly to bee. +l. 33. D--H] To give a stranger. +l. 35. In B--H bracket ends with this line. +l. 37. F, G, H and the Folio _misprint_] your daughter. +l. 38. C, D and E] your subjects. + +p. 78, +l. 9. E--H] I making. +l. 13. B] To talke of her. +l. 22. B _omits_] a. +l. 29. A] when it is. +l. 30. A--E] is wrong'd. + +p. 79, +l. 4. A] And in me. +l. 5. A, B and C] By more then all the gods, +I hold it happy. D and E] By more then all my hopes I hold it happy (A--E +_repeat happy at beginning of next line_). +l. 9. A] rotting age. +l. 10. A--H] Open. +l. 15. A] finde it out. +l. 16. A, B and C] And tye it to this Countrey. By all the gods. +l. 17. A] as easie to the subjects. +l. 27. A] Miracles. +l. 30. A prints this stage-direction after the word 'shape' in l. 32. +l. 31. A] he'le sell him, he has so be praised his shape. B--G] sell +himself. +l. 33. A] large praises. +ll. 34 and 35. A] Let mee bee swallowed +quicke, if I can finde all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues unseene to sound +enough. +l. 37. A, B and C] of trifles. +l. 39. A _omits_] And. + +p. 80, +l. 1. A] for favour. +l. 3. A, B and C] how pale he lookes, he feares. +l. 4. A] And this same whoresone conscience, ah how it jades us. +l. 5. B] intent. +l. 6. A] speak on. +l. 11. F and G] turn'd. +l. 15. A] sweet Princesse. +l. 25. A, B and C _add after_] ashes, as I. +l. 26. F] goes. +l. 30. A] his hidden bowels. +l. 31. A, B and C] By the just gods it shall. +l. 35. A] I Prince of popines, I will make it well appeare. +l. 40. A] Turcle. + +p. 81, +l. 2. A] make. +ll. 3 and 4. A] I doe not fancy this choller, Sure hee's somewhat tainted. +l. 8. A] be constant gentle heavens, I'le run. B +and C] Be constant Gentlemen, by heaven I'le run. +l. 10. A--D] we are all one. +l. 17. A] leave it to me. +l. 19. D, E and G] were. +l. 21. A--F] any thing but thine. G] any thine. +l. 25. A and B] belied. +l. 26. A] and from his presence. Spit all those bragges. B--E] presence. +B _omits_] all. +ll. 29 and 30. A _omits_] to brave our best friends. You deserve our frown. +l. 31. A] noblier. +l. 32. A gives this speech to Leon, i.e., Dion. +l. 34. A] never. +l. 35. A] This is. +l. 37. A _omits_] your. +l. 38. A] but i'm sure tothers the man set in my eye. A--G] my eye. + +p. 82, +l. 4. A] griefe. +l. 5. A] My wants. A, B and C] now nothing hopes and feares. +l. 7. A and B _omit_] not. +l. 8. A] Phy: whispers the King. +l. 9. A _omits_ this line. +ll. 12 and 13. A] has a soule of Christall,* +to read their actions, though mens faces. +l. 14. A _omits_] Do. A] but view the stranger well. F] your stranger. +l. 15. A] throw all. A] braveries. +l. 16. A] a true truant. +l. 17. A] I am no augery. +l. 21. A] you are. +l. 22. A] smooth your selfe. +l. 24. A, B and C _omit_] not. +l. 25. A--E] my weake starres lead me too; [A:] all my weake fortunes. +l. 26. A] dare. A _omits_ parenthesis. B] presence (speake, that is. +l. 30. A _omits_] Sure. +l. 31. A] Yes, with my fathers spirit is heare O King. +l. 32. A] and now. +l. 34. A--E] these are. +l. 39. The Folio _misprints_] hour hand. + +p. 83, +l. 2. A] of your life. +l. 4. A _omits_] your. A _omits_] Ex. King, +Pha. and Are. B--H _omit_] and. +l. 6. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. +l. 8. A--G] is he not. +l. 10. A--G] I could. A] their nation. +l. 12. A gives this speech to 'Lad.', i.e., Lady. A, B and C] Gods +comfort. A _omits_] Lady. +l. 13. A] has. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] Exet Ladies. +l. 27. A] recluses. +l. 28. A] How doe your worth sir. +l. 30. A _omits_] I find. +l. 32. A] Sir, the King must please. +l. 33. A] who you are, and what you are. F] what we are and who you are. +l. 34. The Folio _misprints_] juriuries. A] your wrongs and vertues. +l. 35. A] but call your father to you. +l. 38. A _omits_] to. + +p. 84, +l. 2. A] Friend. +l. 3. A--D] our eares. +l. 5. F] Do you love. +l. 6. A] Lyon. +l. 10. A] a penance. +l. 12. For this line A after l. 8 _reads_] Enter a Gentlewoman. +l. 13. A] I'st to me, or to any of these Gentlemen you come. +l. 14. Here and at l. 17 for 'La.' A _reads_] Gent-Woo. +l. 16. A] you are. +l. 17. A _omits_] to. +l. 18. A, B and C] her faire hand. +l. 19. A _adds_] Exit Gent-Woo. +l. 21. F] But do weigh. +l. 28. A] and white fiend frends in her cheekes. +l. 30. In D--H the stage-direction 'Ex. Phil.' is printed at the end +of l. 29. +l. 32. B--G] th' art. +l. 35. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. +ll. 36 and 37. For 'Are.' A _reads_ throughout the scene 'Prin.' + and for 'La.' _reads_ 'Woo.' + +p. 85, +l. 2. A] at the first. +l. 5. A--H] dangers. +l. 7. A] dares. +l. 12. A, B and C] You all are. +l. 17. A _omits_] Fear. A] mee thoughts. +l. 21. A] with such a woing jesture and puicke looks. +l. 22. A _omits_] him. +l. 27. A] his ends. +l. 29. A] To things so opposite, so bound to put. +l. 31. A _omits_] of mine. +l. 32. A _omits_] Of. +l. 35. A] that will not have your dens withstood. +l. 37. A, B and C] passions. +l. 38. A] into. +l. 40. A and B] Oh it is well. + +p. 86, +l. 5. A] dos so ill become. +l. 14. A] Injury. +l. 15. A] found to be so great. +l. 24. A] Both, or I do. A, B and C] by heaven. +l. 25. A] if I not calmely die injoy them both. +l. 28. H] give. +l. 40. A and B] I can indure it. + +p. 87, +l. 1. A] saw yet. +l. 2. A--H] dreadfully. +l. 3. A] speake. +l. 4. A--D] horrible. +l. 7. A] a womans tongue. +l. 10. A] you that beg. +l. 11. F and G] unprice. +l. 17. F] The love. +l. 22. A _omits_] doth. B--E] doe. +l. 26. A] might have. +l. 35. A _omits_] The gods. +l. 36. A] the worthier, and the better blest. +l. 39. A] unwelcom'd. + +p. 88, +l. 5. A--G] true loves. +l. 9. B--H] fountaines. +l. 11. A] as much againe. +l. 13. A] bred in the vayle. +l. 16. A] eye. +l. 17. A] make them. +l. 23. A] the course. +l. 24. A] it yeelded him his life. +l. 30. A] me thoughts. +l. 32. A] whom was glad. +l. 33. F and G] The truliest. F] gentle. +l. 36. A] Enter woman. In A and B this stage-direction occurs after l. 37. +l. 38. A for 'La.' _reads_] Woo. +l. 39. A] Phylaster doe. + +p. 89, l.4. A, B and C] the voyce of God. l.5. A] yet I doe not hide +my selfe. l.13. Folio has a full-stop at end of line. l.14. A _omits_] for +my sake do. l.16. A] Enter Pharamont and a woman. ll. 19 and 20. A] +the deare love within my heart. l.21. A] if I shall have an answer or no, +derectly I am gone. l.23. A] To what? what would he have answer. B--E +_omit_] an. l.25. A--D] forbare. l.29. A] though it lie. l.31. A, B +and C] And by the gods. l.32. A] if then. l.35. A _omits_ this line, +though the words 'Pha. You' are printed as turn-over words at the foot of +the page. + +p. 90, l.I. A] nothing. l.5. A] so much. ll. 7 and 8. A] but wert +the Church at the high Altar. l.9. A] injurie. l.10. A. _omits_] Sir. l.12. +A and B _omit_] Phi. l.16. A _omits_] But. l.17. A, B and C] but yet. +l. 19. A] before our hearts bee so, then if you please. l.21. A--E] +dreaming forme. l.23. A] your thoughts. l.28. A] and his boy, called +Bellario. l.31. A] thy owne. l.33. A _reads_ 'Boy' for 'Bell.' here and +throughout the play. l.34. A] And I am onely yet some thing. l.35. +A--H] were apt. l.37. A] crafty. + +p. 91, l.6. A] bear'st. l.7. A] claps. A _omits_] yet. l.8. A] but +when judgement comes no rule those passions. l.17. A _omits_] grown. l.30. +A] dos plead. l.32. A] knowst. l.33. A] dos call. l.34. B] dwellest. + +p. 92, l.5. A] your loves, your sighes. l.7. B--H] heaven. A] Exit +boy. l.8. C] Lord. l. II. A] I must see. l.12. A _omits_] Phi. l.18. +A] before in my life. l.20. A] I'le hound at her. Madame. F] Heer's on +boulted, I'le bound at her. l.21. In A the words 'Enter Gallatea' occur +after the word 'fault' in l.19. l.25. A] y'are. l.26. A _omits_] but. +1. 28. A] those two I onely barre. l.32. A] Couch. l.33. A] a play +and a banquet. ll.34 and 35. A] to make you blush, this is my owne hayre, +and this face. l.36. A--D and F] a peny painting. l.37. A and H] +wardrop. G] wardrope. l.38. A] the jealous silke-mans wife curse our +doing. + +p. 93, l.l.A] You much mistake me Lady. l.2. Folio _misprints_ _Pha_. For +_Gal_. After this line A _adds_] Pha. Y'are very dangerous bitter, like a +potion. _Gal_. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I meane to purge +a little time on you. l.8. A and B] Cardus. A] about five. l. II. A] +and Conger. A] they are dullers. l.12. A] the vitall anymales. l.13. A] +all this time. 11. 16 and 17. A] Shee's daintie, and must be courted with +a shewer of gold. l.19. A] What ha you. l.20. A] you'd have silver +fort. l.21. A] a worse time sir. l.23. A] gold safe for you. A _adds_] She +slips behind the Orras. II. 25 and 26. In place of these two lines A] _Gal_. +Shes comming sir behind, Will ye take white money yet for all this. _Exit_. +l.-27. A] If there be but two such in this Kingdome more. B--H] If there be +but two such more in this Kingdome. l.28. A] ene. l.31. A] would +breed. l.39. A] doe not call you Lady. + +p. 94, l.I.A--G] talke an houre. l.5. A] your lip. l.6. A] time +enough. l.8. A--D] and red enough. l.10. A) twend Cherries dyde +in blush. l. II. A] deepe beames. I.14. A] sweete looker on. A] these +blessings. l.15. A. _adds as a stage-direction_] They kisse. l.18. A +_omits_] off. l.19. A] it may be a number without Probatum. l.20. A] +by such neate Poetrie. l.26. A] but you. l.28. A] now you ha don't before +me. l.29. A] And yet. l.31-A] never. l.34. A] ye. l.36. A--H +and Folio] this is all. + +p. 95, +l. 5. A] my masculine imagination. +l. 7. B] mine honor. +l. 9. A] my other. +l. 10. A] Sir _Timen_ a schoolemaister. +l. 11. A] keepe. +B and C _add_] Madam. +l. 14. Folio] apoplex? +l. 15. A _omits_ 'And' and 'Sir.' +l. 17. A] tied toot. +l. 19. A _omits_] Look well about you, and you may find a tongue-bolt. +l. 21. A and B] whether. +l. 24. A _omits_ the second 'I dare not.' +l. 27. A] give worship to you thoughts. +l. 28. A] y'are. +l. 29. A] I shall visit you. +l. 30. A] most uncertaine. +l. 34. A] Exit ambo. +B] Exeunt. +l. 35. A] the Orras. +l. 38. A] Dowsabell. +A] for it. +l. 39. A _omits_] Gal. + +p. 96, +l. 1. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. These characters are in +A indicated by 'Prin.' and 'Wo.' throughout the scene. +l. 3. A _omits_] Madam. +l. 8. A--H and Folio] boy. +A] i'st not. +l. 11. In A this stage-direction occurs after l. 7. +l. 14. A--G] has done. +l. 19. A] they shall be. +l. 23. A, B and C] suspected. +l. 26. A] presents. +l. 31. A--H] was never. +l. 34. A] Enter Boy. He is called 'Boy' throughout the scene. +l. 35. A] your sad. +l. 38. A] Then trust in me. + +p. 97, +l. 6. A] a crosse schoole-maister. +l. 8. A] water. +l. 9. H and Folio _misprint_] dreath. +F, G and H] trouble. +l. 10. A _omits_] out. +l. 11. A] it selfe. +l. 12. A, B and C] doth. +l. 13. A] _Boy_. I know not Madame, what it is. +l. 18. A, B and C] respect to. +l. 19. A, B and C] with thinking. +l. 20. A, B and C] thinke away. +l. 21. A] with mingling starts, and crying. +l. 22. A _omits_] and hastily. +A] in streetes. +l. 24. A] any woman. +l. 28. A] drop beades. +ll. 30 and 31. A] taught to your Lords credit. +l. 35. A] thus away. +l. 36. A] Enter the three Gentlewomen, Megra, Gallatea, and another Lady. +B--H _omit_] and. +l. 37. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. +l. 38. A--G] talke an hour. + +p. 98, +l. 4. A] theyre. +B] theile scarce find. +l. 5. A and B] your owne lodging. +l. 6. A] Enter Pharamont, the Princesse boy, and a woman. +l. 9. A] pleasing. +l. 11. A] I shall choose. +l. 12. A _omits_ this stage-direction. +1. 13. Here and throughout the scene 'Are.' is 'Prin.' in A. +A _omits_] my Lord. +A and B] these Ladyes. +l. 15. A gives this speech to Galatea. +l. 17. A _omits_] you. +l. 18. A _omits_] has. +A] Hilus. +l. 20. A] Why this is that. +l. 27. A] to hide it. +l. 32. A] you have. +G] y'are. +l. 34. A _omits_] Come. +l. 35. A _omits_] Ex. Gal. and Meg. +B--H _omit_] and. + +p. 99 +l. 3. A as stage-direction after the word 'late' on p. 98, l. 37 _reads_] +Enter the King, the Princesse, and a guard. +l. 4. C _omits_] your. +l. 11. A. _omits_] have. +l. 12. A. _omits_] Ex. Are. and Bel. +B--H omit] and. +l. 19. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and _adds_] Exit Leon. +l. 28. A] from the earth. +l. 33. A] undeserving child. +A _omits_] of mine. +l. 34. A] if she has not broke your lawes, but how could I. +l. 36. A] in wrong. + +p. 100, +l. 9. A] get from them. +A _omits_] I think. +A] shee's. +l. 11. F] not time. +l. 14. A _omits_] louder yet. +l. 15. A] your pleasure ... your hearing. +l. 16. A] meditation. +Folio] meditations? +ll. 17 and 18. A] and lowder, not yet, I do not thinke he sleepes, having +such larumes by him, +once more, Pharamont. _They knock_. +ll. 17 and 18. B] his Larum. +l. 19. A] Enter Pharamont above. +l. 23. A] Prince, Prince. +l. 26. A] The same, sir. Come downe sir. +l. 29. A _omits_] Pha. below. +l. 31. A] I have certain private reasons to my selfe sir. +ll. 31 and 32. A as a marginal direction] They prease to come in. +l. 33. A _omits_] Gentlemen. +l. 35. A] I must come, and will come enter. +D--H and Folio print 'Enter' after a space at the end of preceding line. +l. 36. A] dishonoured thus. +l. 39. A] runagates. +p. 101, l. 3. A _omits_] so. l. 4. A omits] I'le. l. 5. A _omits_] known. +1. 6. A] I so no. A _omits_] Meg. Above. l. 8. A _omits_] and ready. l. 9. +A] tis a poore. l. 15. A] whoting. l. 18. A] still in store. l. 22. A--E +and G] wring. l. 24. A] chide you dearly. l. 25. A _omits_] worthy. +l. 26. A] his lodging. l. 28. A] Stage. l. 31. A, B and C] Pray God. +Il. 31 and 32. A has marginal stage-direction] they come downe to the King. +l. 33. A _omits_ this stage-direction. l. 37. A] Apothecaries. + +p. 102, l. 2. A] all sinne and hell. l. 5. A _omits_] and. l. 7. A] reball +rymes. l. 9. B, C and D] ye. l. 13. A--G] those gods. l. 15. A] that +shall make. l. 17. A] Upon wals. A] or any thing. l. 19. A] her fayre +leaps And out-lying, and will discover all, and will dishonour her. l. 22. +A omits} and. l.31. A] sinke alone. l.32. A] in print. ll. 33 and 34. A] +they're. l. 37. A _omits_] nay. + +p. 103, l. 1. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 3. A] quarters. +ll. 5 and 6. A] Do so, and i'le forget your----. l. 6. A] and the Guard. +B--H _omit_] and. l. 7. A _omits_] Why. A and B] fit for Hercules. l. 8. A] +worthy. C] woman. A] aside. l. 10. A--H] has. l. 11. A--H] uttered. +B and C] metled. l. 12. A] will not cure him. l. 13. A, B and C] +infections. l. 14. A] chast, brave. l. 16. A] leave yee. l. 18. A] Exit +three Gentlemen. l. 20. A] Enter three Gentlemen. B--H _omit_] and. +1.21. A] And doubtlesse. l.25. A] for all us. A _omits_] should. l.33. +strange thing. + +p. 104, l. 3. A _omits_ this line. l. 5. A omits] bent. l. 6. A _omits_] +that's. l. 8. A] draweth. l. 10. A] and we can now comfort. l. 11. +A omits] it. l. 12. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 13. A gives this +speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 15. A] on his beleefe. l. 17. A] Lords +to his owne good. l. 19. A _omits_] nay. l. 23. A gives this speech to +Cleremont. +ll. 27 and 28. A] frame on men disgrace for vertue. l. 30. A +_omits_] good. l.33-A] dull. l.35-A _omits_] or. A] knowes. B] knowne. +l. 38. A] deserved more. + +p. 105, l. 2. A and B] to thankes. l. 3. A] sufficient. l. 5. A _omits_] +Sir. l.6. A _omits_] will not. l.8. A] long have. l. 11. A gives this +speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l. 14. B by mistake gives this speech to +Di. l. 16. A] He offers to draw his sword, and is held. l. 18. A] then +to rob. l. 22. A] faithfull to increase. l. 24. A] cut out falsehood where +it growes. l. 25. A] that man. l. 32. A] injuries. l. 38. A] your +pardon. l. 39. A] makes. + +p. 106, l. 1. A] backs. l. 5. A] tis then truth that women all are false. +B and C] Tis then truth that woman-kind is false. D] thee truth. D--G] +woman-kind. l. 6. A] tis. l. 9. A, B and C] by heaven. ll. 10 and 11. +A _omits_] for love of truth speak; Is't possible? l. 10. B and C] for God's +love speake. l. 12. A _omits_ this line. l.13. A gives this line to 'Tra.', +i.e., Thrasiline. l. 14. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 20. A] a +little milder. l. 22. A] desires. l. 23. A] and know the sinne she acts. +B and C] know. l. 26. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 30. A] +women. l. 34. A and B] mine eyes. l. 35. A] daggers in thy breast. +B] tane. l. 36. A] stuacke dumb. C] did. l. 37. A] this fault might. +Il. 38 and 39. In A the speakers are transposed. + +p. 107, l. 1. A omits] several. l. 2. A] and spreads them selfe. l. 3. +A] Meetes not a fayre on. What, etc. l. 4. A] thorow. l. 5. A gives +this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l.6. A--D] fall. A, B and C] +distracted. l. 10. A] do't. l. 12. A] lodgings. A _omits_] forth. ll. 14 and +15. A] Omnes. All the gods direct you the readiest way. B, C and D] Di. +All the gods direct you The readiest way. A _adds_] Exit three Gent. ll. +16--18. A _omits_ these lines. l. 18. B--H _omit_] and. l. 19. A] aske um +where he tooke her. l. 22. A] would but flame. l. 24. A] the deede. A] +it is. l. 30. A] take them. l. 33. F] spring. l. 36. A prints after the +words 'miserable man'] Enter boy. l. 39. A] not blush. + +p. 108, l. 4. In A throughout the scene Bellario is indicated by 'Boy.' +l. 6. A adds stage-direction] He gives him a letter. l. 10. A _omits_] my. +1. 12. A] But far unfit for me that doe attend. l. 13. A] my boy. l. 15. +A] with this paper. l. 16. A] twines of Adamant. l. 19. A] How dos. +l. 20. A _omits_ this line. l. 26. A] meet. l. 28. A] Why, tis. l. 31. A] +with al her maiden store. l. 33. A] service. l. 34. A] rewarded. l. 36. +A] speakes. l. 38. A] not well. B--G] not ill. + +p. l09, l. 1. A] fall out from your tongue, so unevenly. l. 2. A] +quicknesse. l. 12. A, B and C] Never my Lord, by heaven. l. 13. A, B +and C] That's strange, I know, etc. l. 16. A] I bid her do 't. l. 18. +A] delight. l. 19. A] as to her Lord. l. 21. A] paradise. B] parrallesse. +C and D] parallesse. l. 25. A] Yes, now I see why my discurled thoughts. +1. 27. A] augeries. l. 29. A] where you tend. l. 31. A] noble friend. +1. 35. A] with sparrowes eyes. l. 39. A] and of goates. l. 40. A] that +weighed from. + +p. 110, l. 2. A] come. l. 4. A] main deceit. l. 8. A--H] As I do +now thy face. l. 14. A] wrack it. l. 17. A] hate me. l. 19. A _omits_} +Greater. A] to me. l. 21. Folio] dist. l. 22. A] upon me. A _adds_ +stage-direction] He drawes his sword. l. 23. A, B and C] By heaven I +never did. l. 27. A--G] kiss those limbs. l. 29. A--D] Fear'st. l. 32. +A] could be. l. 34. A _omits_] but. B] doest. l. 39. A] giving ore againe, +That must be lost. + +p. 111 l. i. A, B and C] those. l. 2. A] and then thou wilt. l. 7. +B by mistake _omits_] _Phi_. l. 12. B--E] doest. B] utterst. H] uttrest. +1. 13. Folio _misprints_] known. l. 17. A] Thy honest lookes. l. 18. B] +doest. l. 19. A] thy blood. l. 23. A] tenderest. l. 27. A] honord +frame. l. 28. A] haplesse. l.31. A] sorrowes. l. 33. Folio has full-stop +at end of line. l. 34. A _omits_] Exit Bel. l. 36. A] what ere. A, B +and C] deservest. F] deserv'd. l. 37. A and B] bathe. A--G] this body. +1. 38. A] mad'st no medicine to. + +p. 112, l. 1. A] Enter Princesse. l. 2. For 'Are.' A prints throughout +scene] Prin. A _omits_] again. l. 4. A] slept, make talke. l. 5. A] +remember. 1. 6. A] was last spoken, And how spoke when I sight +song. l. 9. A] What, in your. B--E and G] What, at your. F] What of +your. l. 17. A] ugly Sir. l. 28. A and B] Put him away I say. l. 32. A +_omits_] Sir. 1. 33. A] a command. l. 35. A] that shame to you, ye +are one. l. 36. A _omits_] unto. l. 37. A] by the gods. + +p. 113, l. i. B] I have. A _omits_] my Lord. l. 7. A] maid. l. 8. A, +B and C] honour faire. l. 10. A] truth. l. 14. A] Oh how they mind to. +1. 15. A] foule sicke. A] stricke the mountaines. l. 16. A] be sleeping. +1. 25. E--H _misprint_] He right. A--G] honour. l. 35. A] Oh my +misfortune. B, a space being left between the 'i' and the 'f'] My mi +fortune. C] Oh my my fortune. l. 36. F] Let me go. + +p. 114, l. 1. H] your letters. l. 2. A] make. l. 3. A] Who shall now +sing. l. 5. A] and make them warme. l. 7. A, B and C] eye-lids. +l. 8. A] Make me. D, E, G and H] Philast. l. 12. A] get you. l. 14. +Folio _misprints_] Bell. l. 16. A] All service in servants. l. 17. A] and +all desires to doe well, for thy sake. l. 21. A] unto. l. 29. A by mistake +_omits_] Phi. A] O ye gods, ye gods. l. 30. A] a wealthy patience. l. 31. +A] above the shocke. l. 32. A] mischiefe. l. 33. Folio _misprints_] live. +1. 34. A] as deepe as. l. 36. A] And flowing it by. l. 38. A] heare. +1. 39. A _omits_] must. + +p. 115, l. 8. A] poyson. l. 10. A] and there dig. A] beasts and birds. +1. 11. A] women are. A _omits_} and help to save them from you. l. 16. A +_omits_] so. A] men. l. 17. A] reade. l. 21. A] frost. l. 28. A] you +gods. F _omits_] ye. l. 30. A _omits_} as pure Crystal. C] a pure +Christall. 1. 32. A] shall women turne their eies. l. 33. A after +'constancy'] Enter boy. l. 34. A] And vile. B] And guiltily. l. 35. A] +spokst. H] speak'st. 1. 37. A] And to betray innocence. l. 38. A] Maist. + +p. 116, l. 3. A] undertooke. l. 5. A] Lest we should. l. 7. A] +angry with me. l. 11. A] has. B--H] hath. l. 17. A] some greater +fault. l. 18. A] suffering. l. 21. A] Exit Boy. l. 22. A] thou hast. +1. 23. A] But if I had another time to lose. l. 25. A] Might take. l. 30. +A _omits_] a Lady. l. 35. A] Exit Princesse. + +p. 117, ll. 2 and 3. A] Enter the King, Pharamont, Princesse, Megra, +Gallatea, Leon, Cle., Tra. and two Wood-men. l. 7. A] you are. l. 8. +A] trespasses. l. 9. A, B and C] here's none. A] dares. l. 12. A] lake. +1. 17. A] pernitious. A _omits_'] loose. l. 18. A, B and C] pursue. A] any +Lady. l. 22. A--H] obeyed. l. 23. A and B] furder. l. 24. A gives +this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and the following speech to +'Tra.' l. 31. A--G] yon Lady. l. 32. A and B] neighbours. l. 33. A] can +you see. 1. 34. A gives this speech to Cleremont, B and C to 'Tra.' A, B +and C] Faith no great. l. 37. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', and the +following speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 38. A] regient. A] damn'd. + +p. 118, l. 1. A] the flesh and the world. l. 3. A] done against. l. 4. +A] dares. l. 8. A _omits_] her. l. 9. A--D] health. l. 10. A] except. +l. 11. A and B] large summe. 11. 14 and 15. A] Exit King and Lords, +Manet Wood-men. l. 16. A] the Deere below. l. 23. A] strange. l. 28. +A] docets. B, C and D] Dowcets. A] his steward. A--E _omit_] had. l. 30. +A] he and old Sir Tristram. A] ye. l. 31. A] a Stagge. l. 37. A, B +and C] by the gods. A _omits_'] she's. A] a fault or no. + +p. 119 l.2. A--G] haunches. l.5. B--G] have been. l. 8. A] harke +else. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 9. A] Enter Philaster solus. l. 10. A] the +woods. l. 11. A] acrons. B--H] akrons. l. 13. A] of cruell love. +ll. 17 and 18. A] chaste as the rocke whereon she dwelt. l. 20. A] borne +out her. l. 22. A] Enter Boy. l. 24. A--H _omit_] man. l. 25. A] I +see. 11. 27 and 28. A] that brake. I-33-A] fortunes. l. 38. A _omits_ +this and the five succeeding lines. + +p. 120, l. l. B, C and D] wearest. l. 6. A, B and C] by the gods. +1. 8. A] thou art. l. 11. A, B and C] Even so thou wepst, and lookst, and +spokst. A] when I first tooke thee. l. 12. A. _omits_] up. l. 17. A +_adds_] Exit Phylaster. l. 20. A] Exit Boy. B--H _omit_ and, l. 21. A] +Enter Leon, Cle. and Wood-men. l. 22. A--G] chance. l. 23. A] Cle. +My Lord Leon. C and D] My Lord Don. l. 25. A] starre-dyed with stars. +B--G] studded with. l. 26. A] I Wood. l. 28. A _omits_]Exeunt Wood. +1. 29. A _omits_] Enter Cleremont. l. 30. B] you questions. C] yon. +l. 36. B--G] ran. l. 37. A and B] twas. + +p. 121, l. 3. A] Enter the King, Tra. and other Lords. l. 5. A gives +this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 6. A and B] Howe's that. l. 7. A +gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 18. A] why then. ll. 20 and +21. A] heare me then, thou traytor. l. 21. A] darst. B--H] dar'st. +ll. 21 and 22. A] possible and honest, things. l. 24. A, B and C] Faith +I cannot. A] you'le. l. 25. A] you have let me. l. 27. A--G] her +here before me. l. 32. A] a King. l. 33. A gives this speech to +Cleremont. A] no more smell. l. 35. A _omits_ Is it so _and reads_ Take +you heed. l. 36. A _omits_] Sir. + +p. 122, l. 1. A] still we. l. 3. A] power we thinke we have. l. 5. +A] here I stand. l. 6. A] these be punisht. l. 9. A] covenant. l. 10. +A _omits_] and. l. 14. A] into the Wood with her. l. 19. A] O y'are all. +A and B] hurts. l. 22. A] by this sword. l. 26. A, B and C] Yes, you +may. A] to leave. A--G] Lady bedfellow. ll. 26 and 27. A] bedfellow +here for a spincer. l. 31. Folio] may. l. 32. A] I, some would. ll. 33 +and 34. A gives these two speeches to the King and Pharamont +respectively. l. 37 A gives this speech to Galatea. A] the search my +selfe. l. 38. A] Enter the Princesse solus. l. 39. A] finde out the way. + +p. 123, l. 3. A] or mountaines. A--C] through. l. 4. A _adds_ +stage-direction] She sits downe. l. 5. A] Enter Boy. l. 6. A] Yonder +my Lady is. A] gods knowes. B and C] god knowes. l.9. A] grounds. +l.12. A _omits_] more. A] twines. l. 13. F, G] [oh. H] he +stirres. l. 14. A] i'st. 1. 18. A _omits_] I am well. l. 24. A--H] you +gods. l. 25. A] Who's hee. l. 26. A] ease it with his tongue. l. 27. A, +B and C] helpe, helpe. l. 29. A] lightnings. l. 31. A, B and C] trust +the tongues. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] of hell-bred +women [B woman]. Some good god looke downe. l. 33. A _omits_] ages +in the. l. 35. A--G] put hills of fire. A] my breast. + +p. 124, l. 2. D--G] makes. l.3. B] through. l.5. A]to inrage. l.8. +D, E and G] looks up. l. 9. A _omits_] it. B] know't. l. 10. A _omits_] do +but. l. 16. A] thy way. l. 18. A] you have. l. 19. A] in more. l. 20. +A gives this speech to 'Prin.', i.e., Arethusa. A] madmens. l. 23. A +gives this speech to 'Boy', and the following speech +to 'Prin.' l. 24. A, B and C] the world. l. 25. Folio _misprints_] +_Pha_. l. 28. A adds stage-direction] Exit Boy. B] Exit Bell. l. 29. A] +meetings. l. 32. B--H] fortune. l. 33. A] peace with earth. l. 34. A +and B] there will. l. 35. A--E] jealousie. A] no il here. l. 37. A] Shew +me the way to joy. + +p. 125, l. 2. A] to 't. l. 4. A] Countrey Gallant. l. 5. A] I will. +1. 6. A] this two houres. C, D and E] these two houre. l. 8. B] then +then. E, G and H] out rid. l. 9. A] strong braines. l. 10. A] The +whooping would put a man. l. 12. A _adds_] Phy. wounds +her. l. 13. A--heaven. l. 14. A] Nay, they. l. 16. A] thoud'st. C--H] +wouldest. A, B and C _omit_] of. l. 17. B and C] veines. A] with a +man. l. 21. A] God judge me. B and C] God uds me. l. 25. A] +Rethrack. l. 26. A prints 'They fight' at the end of the following +line. l. 28. A] Gods guard. B and C] Heaven. l. 31. A] would this +bore. l. 33. A] though I doe lose it. l. 34. A prints 'Exit Phy.' after +the word 'Rogue' in the following line. l. 36. A _omits_] and. + +p. 126, l. 3. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 6. A and B] +By God she lies. A] i' the breast. l. 7. A] Oh secret spring. l.12. A] +Omnes. l. l. 14. A] But who has done it. l. 16. A gives this speech to +'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 19. A] I let. l. 20. A] about 's eares. l. 23. A] +By this ayre. A--E] never. A _omits_] of him. l. 24. B and C] all to you +in my hat. l. 28. A] sinne. l. 29. F] I will. I will. l. 31. A, B +and C] Woodman. l. 32. A] unto the King. l. 34. A prints simply] +Exit. l. 36. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 37. A, B and C] of +this. A] I'le see. B--H] goe to see. l. 38. A] Enter the Boy. l. 39. A] +O heavens! heavy death sits on my brow. + +p. 127, l. 2. A] sweete on all. l. 5. A] my eyes. l. 6. A _omits_\ Oh. +1. 17. A prints stage-direction after the word 'broken' in l. 19. l. 21. A] +but my blood. l. 24. A] upon his sleeping body, he has none. l. 25. A] +He wounds him. l. 27. A] it wisht. A] for pittie. l. 28. A prints after +the first 'here' in following line] Phy. falls downe. l. 36. A] Hide, hide. +1. 39. B--G] were it. + +p. 128, l. 1. A _omits_] little. l. 2. A] has not. l. 4. A] Art thou then +true to me. l. 5. A _omits_] good. l. 6. A] these. l. 7. A] your breeth +in't, Shromd. l. n. A _omits_ one 'follow.' l. 14. A _omits_] That. A +_adds_] Boy falls downe. l.15. B--H _omit_] and. l. 16. A] I tract. l.17. A +gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and the next to Cleremont. l. 22. +A gives this speech to Thrasiline. l. 23. A] it is. l. 25. F] the creation. +1. 26. A and B] to strike. l. 31. A, B and C] did make. l. 34. A] +tortour. l. 36. A] My. l. 37. A gives this speech to Cleremont. + +p. 129, l. 1. A, B and C] carelesse. l. 4. A] them. l. 6. A] Sines. +1. 14. A] vigour. A prints the stage-direction at the end of the +following line. 1. 16. A] innocents. l. 17. A] know you the price of what. +l. 19. A] My Lord Phylaster. A _omits_] Tis. l. 23. H] as hurt. l. 24. A] +on a Pyramades. l. 26. A] as you. l. 27. A] teach the under-world. l. 32. +A] this untimely courtesie. l. 33. C--H] he is. A] you beare me hence. +1. 35. A] to punish. l. 38. A, B and C] by all the gods. + +p. 130. A gives the first five speeches to Dion, Thrasiline, Bellario, Dion +and Bellario respectively. l. 2. C] Is it. l. 3. A] Well, I feare me sir, +we. B--H] fear me, we. A _omits_] all. l. 9. A] gentlie. B--G] gently. +l. 10. A and B] breath forth my. l. 11. A] Not all the wealth of Pluto. +l. 17. A] a cleere. l. 18. A, B and C] bitter. l. 19. A] haires. l. 20. +A] bathe them. l. 21. A] Enter the King, Princesse, and a guard. l. 23. +A gives this speech to Dion. A] but sute it was Phylaster. l. 24. A gives +this speech to the King, and the following one to Pharamond. l. 25. A--D] +will tell us that. l. 26. A] Ay me, I know him well. l. 28. A] Sir, if +it were he. l. 32. beare them. l. 35. A _omits_] go. l. 36. A] loves. +1. 37. A _omits_] and. l. 38. A--G] deaths. l. 39. A] your law. + +p. 131 I. 3. A] We shall. A] on with our intended match. A _adds_] Exit +King and Pharamont. l. 4. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and +the following one to Cleremont. l. 7. A _omits_] Omnes. B--H _add_] Finis +Actus quarti. l. 10. This speech and the seven succeeding ones are given +by A to 'Leon' (Dion), Cleremont, Thrasiline, 'Leon', Thrasiline, Cleremont, +'Leon' and Thrasiline respectively. l. 19. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 20. A] +shufle. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 21. A] Enter Phylaster, Princesse, Boy, in +prison. B--H omit] and. l. 22. A, B and C] Nay faith Philaster. l.23. B] +forbeare, were wondrous well. l.24. A] and Bellario. l. 25. A] shut. A +_omits_] as now from Earth. l. 27. A] the truest ones. l. 29. A] forgive +me, and. p. 132, l. 2. A--G] Should I outlive you. A] I should out live. +B--H] I should then outlive. l. 3. A] come. l. 4. A--H] shall close. l. 6. +A] waste by time. B] waste by limbs. l. 7. A--G] that ever. A] ever liv'd. +1. 10. A] houre behind it. l. 15. A] Kingdome. l. 17. A] Every just +maiden. l. 19. A] My deerest, say not so. l. 21. A] woman. l.26. A] +Why? what. l. 28. A] life no whit compared. l. 32. B] your pardon. +1. 36. A gives this speech to 'Prin.', i.e., Arethusa. + +p. 133, l. 1. A] Enter the King, Leon, Cle., Tra. and a guard. B--H +_omit_] and. l. 3. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 4. A] +Plotforme. 1. 8. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 9. A _adds_] Exit +Tra. 1. 12. A] to lose it. A--E] lightly. A after the word 'lightly' adds +stage-direction] aside. l. 14. A] stocke. l. 17. A] weightier. l. 18. A] +the heate. l. 20. A] and leaves them desolate. l. 24. A] Enter Phi., +Princesse, Boy, with a garland of flowers on's head. B--H _omit_ the first +'and.' l. 16. A] shal. l.27. A] Epethelamon. A _omits_] of these lovers. +l. 18. F] But have lost. l. 30. A _omits_] on. l. 31. A] Cædor. l. 32. A] +mountaines. 1.35. A] free from the firver of the Serian starre. B--G] +Sirian. l.37-A, B and C] deliver. A] that issues. + +p. 134, l. 1. A--D] pleased. l. 2. A] base, under branches, to devour. +1. 4. A] did choake. B--D] choake. l. 5. A] brakes, rud, thornes. A--G] +the Sun. l. 6. A _omits_] even. A] roote. A] um there. l. 7. F _omits_] a. +B and C] gentler. A] has. l. 9. A] never to be unarmde. l. 10. A, B +and C] number. A _omits_] holy. A] ore. l. 11. A] has. F _omits_] noble. +1. 12. A] worthy king. l. 15. A, B and C] For now there. l. 17. A] +bitter threats. l. 19. A--E] struggled. l. 22. A] where you. l. 28. A] +Metour. l. 32. A] of venge-in. l. 33. A] chaft amongst. B--E] +Chast. B--G] among. l. 35. A] looke from me. l. 37. A] that I have +left. l. 38. F] There is. A _omits_] that. l. 40. A] For death to me can be +life. + +p. 135 l. 1. A] as long as. l. 4. A] ore by. l. 8. A _omits_] dear. +1. 9. A] you are. A after this line _adds_] That feedes upon the blood you +gave a life to. l. 14. A] a shame. l. 15. F] Pelican. l. 17. A _omits_] +with purest. l. 32. A, B and C] that by the gods it is a joy. l. 37. A +_omits_] you. + +p. 136, l. 1. A _omits_] Fearing. A] For the Lord Phylaster. l. 2. A] +fellowes. l. 6. A _omits_ this line. l. 7. A] 2 Mes. B and C] Arme, arme, +arme, arme. l. 8. A] take these Citizens. l. 9. A] them. l. 12. A +_omits_] Exit with Are., Phi., Bell. l. 16. A] Exit King, Manet Leon, Cle. +and Tra. l. 18. A] by al the gods. l. 25. A] you lackes. B] ye lacks. +1. 26. A] Skin. A] see you. B] have ye. l. 28. A] brave new. l. 29. +A] My kinde Countrimen. l. 33. A] sawce. l. 34. A] flush amongst +um, and ill speeding. 11. 34 and 35. A] have injurious raine. A _omits_] +unbound. 11. 35 and 36. A] in rafine freeze. A] moth. l. 38. A] preases. + +p. 137, l. r. F] neck. l. 3. A] And know. l. 4. A] gotish. B and C] +goatish. l. 10. A] wide. A] your valours. l. 11. A] we must. A] for't. +A _omits_] 'em. l. 12. A] and you will. B--E] and they. l. 15. A] speake +him well. l. 16. A] courtesies. l. 17. A _omits_] Exit Cle. l. 18. A] +Citizens. l. 20. A _omits_] and soil you. ll. 21 and 22. A] Every long +vocation; and foule shall come up fat And in brave liking. l. 21. B] ever +long. l. 23. A] that poore. l. 24. A _omits_] and. l. 25. A _omits_] Sir. +1. 26. A--G] quench. l. 28. A] Enter Phylaster. l. 33. A] to 't. l. 34. +A] Let me your goodnesse know. l. 36. A, B and C] All my wishes. l. 37. +A] speakes all this. + +p. 138, l. 4. A _omits_} poor. l. 7. A] free her. l. 9. A] noble word. +1. 10. A] you peace. l. 12. A] Now all the. A _omits_] Exeunt Omnes. +1. 13. A] Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens leading +Pharamont prisoner. l.15. B and C] your nimble. B--G] mother. l. 21. B +and C] Kings. l. 22. E and G] you paintings. l. 25. B] beloved. B and C] +Custards. l. 29. B--D] Collers. + +p. 139, l. 1. B] solder'd. l. 6. B] me see. l. 7. For 'lie' G prints +'ie' with a space at the beginning where the 'I' should be. H and +the Folio _misprint_] here I it. l. 8. B] washing. B] do you see sweete +Prince. C] do you sweet Prince. D, E, G and H] sweat. F] swet. l. 12. B--H +and Folio J foe. l. 26. B--G] Nay my beyond, etc. l. 28. B--H] scarcenet. +1. 33. B and C] i Cit. l. 36. B--H] kills. + +p. 140, l. 4. D, E and G] God Captaine. l. 7. B and C] of your 2-hand +sword. l. 9. B--E, G and H] 2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. l. n. B--E, G and H] +2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. B and C] had had. l. 12. C--G] skin bones. l. 35. B, +C and D] stucke. E] stuck. l. 38. B--H] I do desire to be. + +p. 141, l. 2. F] thy name. l. 7. B--H] of all dangers. B--H] altogether. +1. 12. B and C] all these. l. 20. B--G] And make. B and F] +He strives. l. 23. H] your friends. l. 34. B and C] Go thy wayes, thou +art. + +p. 142, l. 2. B and C] attendance. l. 24. Folio _misprints_] is it. l. 33. +B] and hath found. l. 35. F] knew. + +p. 143,1. 4. B--G with variations in spelling] To bear. B] her boy. l. 7. +B--G] sometime. l. 9. D] wine. l. 17. B] As base as are. C _omits_] be. +1. 18. Folio _misprints_] hour. B] heated. l. 36. B--H] that boy. l. 38. +B and C] word. l. 39. F--H] life and rig. + +p. 144, l. 6. B--G] were hateful. l. 11. B and C] oh stay. l. 12. F] +Sir. l. 13. B] tire your constancy. + +p. 145, l. 9. F _omits_] it. l. 22. B and C _omit_] l. l. 27. B--G] All's. +1. 29. B--D make this line the conclusion of Philaster's speech, and +consequently apply the marginal stage-direction to him. + +p. 146, l. 22. B--E] oft would. + +p. 147, l. 1. B--G] but have. l. 17. F _omits_] thou wilt. l. 31. +B--H] vertue. l. 35. F] set us free. + +p. 148, l. 9. F] your self. l. 10. B--E] And like to see. l. 14. After + +this line B--F, H add] + +Finis. + +From p. 138, l. 13, to end of Play, A reads] + + _Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens_, _leading_ PHARAMONT + _prisoner_. + +CAP. Come my brave Mermedons, fal on, let your caps swarm, & your + nimble tongues forget your gibrish, of what you lack, and + set your mouthes ope' children, till your pallats fall + frighted halfe a fathom past the cure of bay-salt & grosse + pepper; and then crie _Phylaster_, brave _Phylaster_. Let + _Phylaster_ be deep in request, my ding-a-dings, my paire + of deare Indentures: King of clubs, the your cut-water- + chamlets, and your painting: let not your hasty silkes, + deerly belovers of Custards & Cheescakes, or your branch + cloth of bodkins, or your tyffenies, your robbin-hood + scarlet and Johns, tie your affections in durance to + your shops, my dainty duckers, up with your three pil'd + spirit's, that rightvalourous, and let your accute colours + make the King to feele the measure of your mightinesse; + Phylaster, cry, myrose nobles, cry. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylasier_. + +CAP. How doe you like this, my Lord prisoner? + These are mad boyes I can tell you, + These bee things that will not strike top-sayle to a Foyst, + And let a Man of warre, an Argosea, + Stoope to carry coales. + +PHAR. Why, you damn'd slaves, doe you know who I am? + +CAP. Yes, my pretie Prince of puppits, we do know, and give you + gentle warning, you talke no more such bugs words, lest + that sodden Crowne should be scracht with a musket; deare + Prince pippin, I'le have you codled, let him loose my + spirits, and make a ring with your bils my hearts: Now let + mee see what this brave man dares doe: note sir, have at + you with this washing blow, here I lie, doe you huffe + sweete Prince? I could hock your grace, and hang you + crosse leg'd, like a Hare at a Poulters stall; and do thus. + +PHAR. Gentlemen, honest Gentlemen-- + +SOUL. A speakes treason Captaine, shal's knock him downe? + +CAP. Hold, I say. + +2 SOUL. Good Captaine let me have one mal at's mazard, I feele my + stomacke strangely provoked to bee at his Spanish + pot-nowle, shal's kill him? + +OMNES. I, kill him, kill him. + +CAP. Againe I say hold. + +3 SOUL. O how ranke he lookes, sweete Captaine let's geld him, and + send his dowsets for a dish to the Burdello. + +4 SOUL. No, let's rather sell them to some woman Chymist, that + extractions, shee might draw an excellent provocative oyle + from useth them, that might be very usefull. + +CAP. You see, my scurvy Don, how precious you are in esteem + amongst us, had you not beene better kept at home, I thinke + you had: must you needes come amongst us, to have your + saffron hide taw'd as wee intend it: My Don, _Phylaster_ + must suffer death to satisfie your melancholly spleene, he + must my Don, he must; but we your Physitians, hold it fit + that you bleede for it: Come my robusticks, my brave + regiment of rattle makers, let's cal a common cornuted + counsell, and like grave Senators, beare up our brancht + crests, in sitting upon the severall tortures we shall put + him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wils + in execution. + +SOME CRIES. Burne him, burne him. + +OTHERS. Hang him, hang him. + + [Enter PHYLASTER. + +CAP. No, rather let's carbinade his cods-head, and cut him to collops: + shall I begin? + +PHI. Stay your furies my loving Countrimen. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_ is come, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_. + +CAP. My porcupines of spite, make roome I say, that I may salute + my brave Prince: and is Prince _Phylaster_ at liberty? +PHI. I am, most loving countrimen. + +CAP. Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kisse, to + whom I crouch and bow; But see my royall sparke, + this head-strong swarme that follow me humming + like a master Bee, have I led forth their Hives, and + being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seazed + him shall suffer for thy wrongs. + +OMNES. I, I, let's kill him, kill him. + +PHI. But heare me, Countrimen. + +CAP. Heare the Prince, I say, heare _Phylaster_. + +OMNES. I, I, heare the Prince, heare the Prince. + +PHI. My comming is to give you thanks, my deere + Countrimen, whose powerfull sway hath curb'd + the prossecuting fury of my foes. + +OMNES. We will curb um, we will curb um. + +PHI. I finde you will, + But if my intrest in your loves be such, + As the world takes notice of, Let me crave + You would deliver _Pharamont_ to my hand, + And from me accept this + + [_Gives um his purse_. + + Testimonie of my love. + Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes, + Which shall redowne with showred courtesies. + +CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty + thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy + perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts + amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we + are those will follow thee, and in thy service will + scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most + noble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's + retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble + _Phylaster_. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_. + + [ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens. + +PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life, + For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd. + +PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King, + Who was carefull to preserve ye. + [_Exit_. + + [_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON. + +TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest. + +LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen. + +CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this. + +LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong + um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad? + +TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your + love to _Phylaster_, sir. + +LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere + serve me to looke on them? + +CLE. O very well Sir. + +LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang + my selfe in revenge. + +CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are. + +LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King + is comming, + + [ _Cornets sounds_. + + _Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a + Gentlewoman, and other attendants_. + +K. No newes of his returne, + Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd? + I feare their outrage, lest it should extend + With dangering of _Pharamonts_ life. + + Enter _PHILASTER_ with _PHARAMONT_. + +LEON. See Sir, _Phylaster_ is return'd. + +PHI. Royall Sir, + Receive into your bosome your desired peace, + Those discontented mutineares be appeasde, + And this fortaigne Prince in safety. + +K. How happie am I in thee _Phylaster_? + Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love, + I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome. + I here surrender up all Soveraignetie, + Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride, + + [_Delivers his Crowne to him_. + + Ashume my Son to take what is thy due. + +PHA. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to + me. + +KIN. But heaven hath made asignement unto him, + And brought your contract to anullity: + Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire, + Had not your hell-bred lust dride up the spring, + From whence flow'd forth those favours that you found: + I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, + Your selfe hath crost your selfe. + +LEON. They are married sir. + +PHAR. How married? I hope your highnesse will not use me so, + I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone. + +KING. I cannot helpe it sir. + +LEON. To returne alone, you neede not sir, + Here is one will beare you company. + You know this Ladies proofe, if you + Fail'd not in the say-taging. + +ME. I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt, + Or is there said or done, ought I repent, + But can retort even to your grinning teeths, + Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps + May not be tract, yet may they tread awry, + That boy there-- + +BEL. If to me ye speake Lady, + I must tell you, you have lost your selfe + In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot + Both modesty and truth, with what impudence + You have throwne most damnable aspertions + On that noble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world; + Behold me sir. + [_Kneeles to_ LEON, _and discovers her haire_. + +LEON. I should know this face; my daughter. + +BEL. The same sir. + +PRIN. How, our sometime Page, _Bellario_, turn'd woman? + +BEL. Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe, + Proceeded from a respective modest + Affection I bare to my my Lord, + The Prince _Phylaster_, to do him service, + As farre from any lacivious thought, + As that Lady is farre from goodnesse, + And if my true intents may be beleeved, + And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde, + You have the truth. + +PRIN. I doe beleeve thee, _Bellario_ I shall call thee still. + +PHI. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance. + +LEON. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now; + Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would steale + Into your face, if ye had grace to entertaine it, + Do ye slinke away? + + [ _Exit_ MEGRA _hiding her face_, + +KING. Give present order she be banisht the Court, + And straightly confinde till our further + Pleasure is knowne. + +PHAR. Heres such an age of transformation, that I doe not + know how to trust my selfe, I'le get me gone to: Sir, + the disparagement you have done, must be cald in + question. I have power to right my selfe, and will. + + [ _Exit_ PHARAMONT. + +KING. We feare ye not Sir. + +PHI. Let a strong convoy guard him through the Kingdome, + With him, let's part with all our cares and feare, + And Crowne with joy our happy loves successe. + +KING. Which to make more full, Lady _Gallatea_, + Let honour'd _Clerimont_ acceptance finde + In your chast thoughts. + +PHI. Tis my sute too. + +PRIN. Such royall spokes-men must not be deni'd. + +GAL. Nor shall not, Madame. + +KING. Then thus I joyne your hands. + +GAL. Our hearts were knit before. + [ _They kisse_. + +PHI. But tis you Lady, must make all compleat, + And gives a full perod to content, + Let your loves cordiall againe revive, + The drooping spirits of noble _Trasiline_. + What saies Lord _Leon_ to it? + +LEON. Marry my Lord I say, I know she once lov'd him. + At least made shew she did, + But since tis my Lord _Phylasters_ desire, + I'le make a surrender of all the right + A father has in her; here take her sir, + With all my heart, and heaven give you joy. + +KING. Then let us in these nuptuall feastes to hold, + Heaven hath decreed, and Fate stands uncontrold. + + FINIS. + + + +PHILASTER. VERSE AND PROSE VARIATIONS. + + +The variations are those of A except where otherwise stated. p. 78, l. +35. A prints this speech as prose. + +p. 79, l. 39, and p. 80, l. 1. A reads as one line. + +p. 80, 11. 6 and 7. One line. ll. 8 and 9. One line. l. 11. A gives +this speech as prose. ll. 37--40, and p. 81, l. r. Four lines ending +bold, Turcle, shaddow, over. + +p. 81, ll. 12--17. Five lines ending _armes, hath, disputing, are, +me_. 1. 19. Eight lines ending _him, his, thine, cold, such, follies, +presence, me_. l. 28. This speech in two lines ending _freedome_, +_temperde_. l. 32. This speech in four lines ending _succession_, +_is_, _within_, _knowledge_. + +p. 82, ll. 1 and 2. One line. l.9. C, D, E] two lines, _them_, +_Atlas_. l. 18. This speech and the next as prose. l. 33. The rest +of the speech in seven lines, ending _whispers_, _will_, _there_, +_service_, _factious_, _hand_, _servant_. l. 39. B, C, D, E] two +lines, _hand_, _servant_. + +p. 83, ll. 1-4. Prose. l. 14. This speech and the next prose. ll. +29-31. Two lines ending _please_ and _yeares_. l. 33. The rest of the +speech in prose. + +p. 84, ll. 2-4. Two lines ending _Age_ and _me_. ll. 6-11. Four lines +ending _Gentlewoman_, _alive_, _idle_, _pilgrimage_. ll. 22 and 23. +Prose. l. 26. This speech and the next in prose. + +p. 85, ll. 1 and 2. One line. ll. 3-32. Prose. ll. 34-38. Four lines +ending _with-_, _make_, _your_, _obay_. l. 40 and p. 86, l. 1. One +line. + +p. 86, ll. 4-11. Seven lines ending _say_, _woman_, _them_, +_detracted_, _you_, _disgrace_, _vertues_. ll. 14-16. Two lines +ending _fortunes_, _question_. ll. 18-20. Two lines ending _affoord_, +_wisht_. ll. 21 and 22. One line. ll. 27-32. Four lines ending +_stories_, _Crowne_, _longing_, _more_. + +p. 87, ll. 1-12. Ten lines ending _dreadfully_, _he_, _tongue_, _his_, +_begin_, _love_, _you_, _beg_, _price_, _heare_. ll. 17-19. Two lines +ending _yet_, _in_. ll. 21-23. Prose. ll. 26-30. Prose. ll. 34-40. Six +lines ending _so_, _better_, _gods_, _some_, _us_, _it_. l. 30. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _man_, _jealous_. + +p. 88, ll. 1-6. Five lines ending _long_, _often_, _intelligence_, +_agree_, _tread_. l. 6. B, C, D, E] two lines, _agree_, _tread_. l. 7. +B, C, D, E] two lines, _boy_, _intent_. l. 7. This speech in prose. + +p. 89, l. 2. B, C, D, E] two lines, _selfe_, _Prince_. l. 7. B, D, E] +two lines, _made_, _himselfe_. l. 7. Two lines ending _Phylaster_ and +_himselfe_. ll. 10 and 11. Two lines ending _ever_, _lie_. ll. 18-20. +Two lines ending _ceremonies_ and _heart_. ll. 21 and 22. One line. +ll. 27-29. Prose. l. 38. This speech in prose. + +p. 90, ll. 4 and 5. Two lines ending _much_, _Princesse_. l. 6. This +speech and the next in prose. l. 16. This speech beginning from +'Madam' and the next speech in prose. ll. 29-34. Six lines ending +_regard_, _modesty_, _aske_, _deserve_, _nothing_, _yours_. l. 32. B, +C, D, E] two lines, _aske_, _deserve_. l. 35. The rest of the speech +in prose. + +p. 91, ll. 6-11. Prose. ll. 13-17. Prose. l. 18 and B, C, D, E] +two lines ending _all_, _behaviour_. ll. 19-29. Ten lines ending +_ignorance_, _learne_, _larger_, _fault_, _once_, _boy_, _warning_, +_stubborneness_, _off_, _mend_. ll. 32-40. Seven lines ending +_businesse_, _her_, _full_, _trust_, _joy_, _weepe_, _Princesse_. + +p. 92, ll. 1-12. Prose. ll. 14-20. Nine lines ending _must_, _not_, +_word_, _all_, _taking_, _life_, _fault_, _boulted_, _Madame_. + +p. 93, ll. 5-12. Nine lines ending _grace_, _remedy_, _morning_, +_Cardus_, _exercise_, _Tiller_, _Flebotomie_, _whay_, _anymales_. ll. +15-18. Four lines ending _well_, _appetite_, _gold_, _then_. ll. 25 +and 26. Two lines ending _behind_, _this_. + +p. 94, ll. 5 and 6. Two lines ending _enough_, _Age_. ll. 7 and 8. Two +lines ending _smooth_, _enough_. ll. 16-23. Prose. l. 24. Two lines +ending _prose_, _Madame_. l. 27. Two lines ending _first_, _now_. ll. +30-32. Two lines ending _sweetest_, _me_. ll. 35 and 36. Three +lines ending _sentence, memory, me_. ll. 38-40. Three lines ending +_endeavour_, _night_, _for't_. + +p. 95, ll. 1--20. Twenty-one lines ending _owne, teaching, measures, +function, selfe, her, her, indeed, sir, selfe, schoolemaister, maid, +Gallatea, favour, now, wit, guard, toot, Jubiter, Lady, welcome_. ll. +25--29. Six lines ending _um, want, thoughts, bashfull, with, you_. + +p. 96, ll. 8 and 9. One line. ll. 26--32. Prose. ll. 36 and 37. Prose. + +p. 97, ll. 17--29. Prose. ll. 30--35. Five lines ending _credit, +sound, satyes, too, away_. ll. 37--39. Prose. + +p. 98, ll. 1--5. Prose (probably). ll. 8--10. Prose. ll. 20--23. Four +lines ending _by, hand, Princesse, selfe_. ll. 25 and 26. One line. +ll. 33 and 34. Two lines ending _grace, bed_. l. 37 and p. 99, ll. 1 +and 2. Three lines ending _late, comes, him_. + +p. 99, ll. 5--16. Prose. ll. 19--36. Prose. + +p. 100, ll. 11--18. Prose. ll. 20--22. Prose. ll. 26 and 27. Two lines +ending _sir, you_. ll. 33 and 34. Two lines ending _life, heere_. ll. +36--39 and p. 101, l. 1. Prose. + +p. 101, ll. 2--5. Three lines ending _wrongd, lodging, say_. ll. +8--23. Prose. ll. 28--32. Five lines ending _two, hold, lye, not, +mistaken_. ll. 37--39 and p. 102, ll. 1--9. Ten lines ending _lust, +thoughts, diseases, me, courtesies, daughter, Court, orrenges, +candles, Venus_. + +p. 102, ll. 10--25. Thirteen lines ending _laugh, King, by, fellowes, +mirth, me, more, leaps, her, eighteene, when, madness, height_. ll. +32--39. Seven lines ending _it, commonly, at, forraigne, tongue, +people, Princesse_. + +p. 103, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _her, boy_. ll. 10--17. Eight +lines ending _tongue, King, him, infections, brave, boy, else, +Gentlemen_. ll. 24--36. Eleven lines ending _us, freemen, age, right, +Scepter, Lady, boy, thing, Prince, part, mind_. l. 37 and p. 104, ll. +1 and 2. Three lines ending _Phylaster, Creature, earth_. + +p. 104, ll. 4--7. Three lines ending _people, corne, way_. ll. 25--29. +Prose. l. 29. B, C, D] two lines, _doe, acceptation_. ll. 30--38. +Seven lines ending _know, head, king, word, attempts, me, friends_. + +p. 105, l. 4. B, C, D, E] two lines, _time, would_. ll. 1--9. Nine +lines ending _selfe, sufficient, loves, would, expect, violence, know, +now, lov'd_. ll. 16--28. Ten lines ending _thought, Lady, pardon'd, +redeemed, increase, I, hils, all, necke, denude_. ll. 29 and 30. One +line. ll. 31--37. Prose. l. 40 and p. 106, ll. 1 and 2. Prose. + +p. 106, l. 4 (from 'Good Sir')--7. Prose. ll. 21--25. Prose. ll. 27 +and 28. One line. ll. 29--31. Three lines ending _looke, Lord, selfe_. +ll. 36 and 37. Three lines ending _them, fault, silence_. l. 37. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _slept, silence_. l. 40 and p. 107, ll. 1 and 2. Two +lines ending _corners, land_. + +p. 107, ll. 12 and 13. One line. ll. 19--39 and p. 108, II. 1--3. +Twenty lines ending _her, breast, circumstances, now, simply, +honourable, truth, selves, fight, sight, once, againe, fat, before, +man, weare, blush, mortalitie, brow, guilty_. l. 35. B] two lines, +_man, gods_. + +p. 108, ll. 7--9. Three lines ending _me, boy, brave_. ll. 13 and 14. +Two lines ending _boy, here_. ll. 17--19. Three lines ending _snow, +boy, thee_. ll. 22--27. Five lines ending _life, fond, trust, pay, +me_. ll. 30--36. Prose. l. 40 and p. 109, ll. 1--3. Prose. + +p. 109, ll. 4 and 5. One line. ll. 15 (from 'Come she dos')--37. +Prose. l. 40 and p. 110, ll. 1--3. Four lines ending _lust, desires, +her, ages_. + +p. 110, l. 3. B, C, D, E] two lines, _reveale, ages_. l. 4. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _heart, disease_. l. 4. Two lines ending _heart, +deceit_. ll. 9 and 10. One line. ll. 15 and 16. Two lines ending +_life, now_. l. 16. B, C, D] two lines, _hate thee, now_. ll. 20--22. +Three lines ending _where, me, not_. ll. 23--26. Three lines ending +_life, asunder, away_. ll. 29 and 30. One line. ll. 31--33. Three +lines ending _live, passionate, reason_. l. 33. B, C, D, E] two lines, +_passionate, reason_. ll. 35--39. Four lines ending _borne, jealousie, +againe, lost_. l. 39. B, C, D, E] two lines, _game, lost_. + +p. 111, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _melt, all_. ll. 4--6. +Three lines ending _with, of, me_. l. 6. B, C, D, E] two lines, +_punishments, me_. ll. 7--24. Prose. ll. 26--34. Prose. ll. 35--37. +Two lines ending _deservest, unkind_. + +p. 112, ll. 3--7. Five lines ending _over, him, spoken, such, stay_. +l. 7. B, C, D, E] two lines, _angry, slay_. ll. 17 and 18. Two lines +ending _well, him_. l. 31. B, C, D, E] two lines, _me, boy_. ll. 32 +and 33. One line. ll. 35--38. Four lines ending _me, gods, selfe, +done_. + +p. 113, ll. 4--6. Three lines ending _foule, it, farewell_. ll. +9--15. Six lines ending _truth, defamings, fortified, tongues, foule, +mountains_. l. 20. Two lines ending _servant, me_. ll. 21--25. Prose. + +p. 114, ll. 6--8. Four lines ending it, _eye-lids, crie, Phylaster_. +l. 8. B, C, D, E] my deere | deare _Philaster_. ll. 9--12. Three lines +ending _thee, loyal, better_. l. 13. B, C, D, E] two lines, _againe, +Bellario_. ll. 16--18. Three lines ending _all, that, wrongs_. l. 27. +Two lines ending _not, thus_. l. 27. B, C, D, E] two lines, _talke, +thus_. ll. 30--40 and p. 115, l. 1. Ten lines ending _naked, +mischiefe, me, bosome, mirth, King, Mourners, length, cursed boy, +lust_. + +p. 115, l. 1. B, C, D, E] two lines, _boy, lust_. l. 3 and B, C, D, +E] two lines ending _overthrow, wretched_. ll. 4--23. Sixteen lines +ending _this, it, foote, seeke, Cave, are, hell, Scorpyons, woven, +you, face, have, you, night, are, altogether_. ll. 29--34. Five lines +ending _transparant, me, holds, constancie, now_. ll. 38--40 and p. +116, l. 2. Four lines ending _passion, wicked, that, understoodst,_ + +p. 116, ll. 6--10. Three lines ending _desease, me, swell_. ll. +14--21. Eight lines ending _leave, ever, Lady, fault, suffering, mine, +seeke, die_. ll. 28 and 29. Two lines ending _hunt, earnestness_. ll. +30--32. Two lines ending _canst, thee_. + +p. 117, ll. 7--9. Three lines ending _veniall, spirit, it_. ll. +13--15. Three lines ending _enough, purlewes, poaching_. ll. 24--30. +Nine lines ending _repent, him, member, mouth, now, presently, +Almanacks, liver, dog-whip_. Il. 31--33. Four lines ending _lookes, +neighbours, face, honest_. + +p. 119, ll. 17--21. Five lines ending _dwelt, reedes, borne, isstie, +vexation_. 1. 21. B, C, D, E] two lines, _life, vexation_. ll. 23--37. +Ten lines ending _beasts, as, body, speake, Lord, pittie, fortunes, +bounty, keepe, hunger_. + +p. 120, ll. 6--17. Ten lines ending _me, trade, againe, so, thee, +worke, way, are, rage, way_. ll. 32--37 and p. 121, ll. i and 2. +Eight lines ending _stray, businesse, armes, peace, us, her, seene, +willingly_. + +p. 121, ll. 12--18. Prose. l. 23. C, D, E] two lines, _not, blood_. +ll. 20--34. Prose. ll. 38 and 39 and p. 122, ll. i and 2. Three lines +ending _gods, adord, Thunder_. + +p. 122, ll. 6 and 7. Two lines ending _way, on_. ll. 12--14. Prose l. +14. B, C, D, E] two lines, _wood, her_. ll. 21 and 22. Prose. ll. 24 +and 25. Two lines ending _alive, Taylor_. ll. 30 and 31. Prose. l. 39 +and + +p. 123, ll. 1--18. Prose. + +p. 123, ll. 22--26. Two lines ending _speaking, not_, and Prose. l. 29 +and p. 124, ll. 4--19. Eleven lines ending _kist, Basaliskes, women, +up, act, fire, teares, beds, face, issues, you_. + +p. 124, ll. 4--19. Thirteen lines ending _me, done, Eolus, I, sword, +you, controule, me, thoughts, now, pulse, more, die_. ll. 25--35. Ten +lines ending _that, do, last, wise, resolve, suffer, hand, earth, +other, here_. l. 31. B, C, D, E] two lines, _doe, suffer_. ll. 38--40 +and p. 125, ll. 1 and 2. Four lines ending _power, Justice, heaven, +to't_. + +p. 125, ll. 5--10. Seven lines ending _Forrest, home, me, selfe, +shouting, braines, wits_. ll. 19 and 20. Prose. ll. 21 and 22. Two +lines ending _not, ye_. ll. 23 and 24. Prose. l. 24. B, C, D, E] two +lines, _head, to_. Il. 30--32. Prose. ll. 35 and 36. Two lines ending +_rogue, now_. + +p. 126, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _woman, her_. ll. 25--28. Prose. + +p. 127, ll. 5--7. Three lines ending _giddy, sleepe, wake_. ll. +13--25. Fourteen lines ending _conceale, follow, sleeping, sleepe, +wronged, broken, take, escape, blood, mischiefe, once, body, mortal, +thee_. ll. 26 and 27. Prose. l. 29. Line ends with first _here_. ll. +33 and 34. Two lines ending _thou, me_. ll. 37 and 38. One line. l. 39 +and p. 128, ll. l--3. Three lines ending _live, much, you_. + +p. 128, ll. 19 and 20. Two lines ending _beasts, men_. ll.22--24. Two +lines ending _her, her_. ll. 25 and 26. Prose. ll. 29--34. Four lines +ending _thoughts, death, mectne, tortour_. l. 38 and p. 129, ll. +1--11. Eleven lines ending _Page, carelesse, me, over-fiowde, them, +turnde, streames, contem'd, great, live, revenged_. + +p. 129, ll. 12--14. Two lines ending _life, vigor_. l. 17 and B, C, D] +two lines ending _away, rudely_. ll. 24--28. Four lines ending _then, +you, teach, him_. ll. 30 and 31. One line. + +p. 130, ll. 6--20. Prose. l. 20. B, C, D, E] two lines, _wealth, +Philaster_. 1. 23. B, C, D, E] two lines, _two, Philaster_. ll. +30--38. Prose. l. 32. B, C, D, E] two lines, _talke, prison_. + +p. 131, l. 3 and B, C, D, E] two lines ending _on, match_. l. 6. Two +lines ending _heads, trick_. ll. 24--33. Nine lines ending _Bellario, +heaven, paire, bore, me, death, boy, beasts, innocence_. l. 34 and p. +132, ll. 1--6. Seven lines _ending worthy, peece, you, honour, close, +perjurie, nothing_. + +p. 132, ll. 15--17. Two lines ending _sleepe, love_. ll. 20 and 21. +Prose. 1. 21. B, C, D, E] two lines, _it, on_. ll. 28 and 29. Two +lines ending _love, truely_. + +p. 133, H. 6 and 7. One line. ll. 10--23. Twelve lines ending _at, +lightly, him, bridges, rootes, thunders, back, Townes, desolate, +lives, sacrifice, ruines_. ll. 26--38 and p. 134, ll. 1--12. Prose. + +p. 134, ll. 14--35. Prose. ll. 36 and 37. One line. l. 40 and p. 135, +1. i. Two lines ending _Pharamont, heads-man_. + +p. 135, ll. 3 and 4. Prose. ll. 7--33. Twenty-three lines ending +_life, monster, to, living, writ, you, men, Pelion, brasse, Pyramides, +gods, faults, issues, wisedomes, off, self, King, sinne, soule, long, +you, die, in't_. + +p. 136, ll. 2 and 3. One line. ll. 24--29. Seven lines ending _deere, +not, Chronicled, prais'd, ballads, seculorum, Countrimen_. + +p. 137, ll. 8--22. Sixteen lines ending _them, raise, neede, for't, +sheepe, heate, me, Lord, Prince, him, wits, pin, me, bakon, fat, +liking_. ll. 29--39 and p. 138, ll. 1--6. Thirteen lines ending +_miseries, danger, you, to't, be, repentance, gods, me, thunder, +wrong, boy, sea-breach, it_. + +p. 138, ll. 33--36. B--G] four lines ending _boyes, top-sailes, +Argosie, Cockels_. F and G print last 2 ll. as one. + +p. 139, l. 26. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _you and King_. l. 36. B, +C, D, E] two lines ending _kils, Boyes_. + +p. 143, l. 11. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _earth, me_. l. 40. B, C, +D, E] two lines ending _away, once_. + +p. 145, l. 8. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _lives, Pilgrimage_. l. 17. +B, C, D, E] two lines ending _she, dyed_, l. 32. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Philaster + Love Lies a Bleeding + +Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +Release Date: January 28, 2004 [EBook #10850] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PHILASTER *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jayam Subramanian and PG Distributed +Proofreaders + + + + + + PHILASTER: + + OR, + + Love lies a Bleeding. + + + + Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + + + * * * * * + + _The Scene being in_ Cicilie. + + * * * * * + + Persons Represented in the Play. + + _The_ King. + + Philaster, _Heir to the Crown_. + + Pharamond, _Prince of_ Spain. + + Dion, _a Lord_. + + Cleremont } _Noble Gentlemen his_ + Thrasiline } _Associates_. + + Arethusa, _the King's Daughter_. + + Galatea, _a wise modest Lady attending the Princess_. + + Megra, _a lascivious Lady_. + + _An old wanton Lady, or Croan_. + + _Another Lady attending the Princess_. + + Eufrasia, _Daughter of Dion, but disguised like a + Page, and called Bellario_. + + _An old Captain_. + + _Five Citizens_. + + _A Countrey fellow_. + + _Two Woodmen_. + + _The Kings Guard and Train_. + + * * * * * + + + + Actus primus. Scena prima. + + _Enter Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_Cler_. Here's not Lords nor Ladies. + +_Dion_. Credit me Gentlemen, I wonder at it. + They receiv'd 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? + +_Di_. Sir, it is plain about the _Spanish_ Prince, that's come + to marry our Kingdoms Heir, and be our Soveraign. + +_Thra_. Many (that will seem to know much) say, she looks + not on him like a Maid in Love. + +_Di_. O Sir, the multitude (that seldom know any thing + but their own opinions) speak that they would have; but + the Prince, before his own approach, receiv'd so many + confident messages from the State, that I think she's + resolv'd to be rul'd. + +_Cle_. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy both these + Kingdoms of _Cicilie_ and _Calabria_. + +_Di_. Sir, it is (without controversie) so meant. But 'twill + be a troublesome labour for him to enjoy both these + Kingdoms, with safetie, the right Heir to one of them + living, and living so vertuously, especially the people + admiring the bravery of his mind, and lamenting his + injuries. + +_Cle_. Who, Philaster? + +_Di_. Yes, whose Father we all know, was by our late + King of _Calabria_, unrighteously deposed from his + fruitful _Cicilie_. My self 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. + +_Di_. 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 _Cicilie_ and his own, + with offering but to imprison _Philaster_. At which the City + was in arms, not to be charm'd down by any State-order or + Proclamation, till they saw _Philaster_ ride through the + streets pleas'd, and without a guard; at which they threw + their Hats, and their arms from them; some to make + bonefires, 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 aw his own with. + + [ _Enter_ Galatea, Megra, _and a Lady_. + +_Thra_. See, the Ladies, what's the first? + +_Di_. A wise and modest Gentlwoman that attends the Princess. + +_Cle_. The second? + +_Di_. She is one that may stand still discreetly enough, and + ill favour'dly Dance her Measure; simper when she is + Courted by her Friend, and slight her Husband. + +_Cle_. The last? + +_Di_. Marry I think she is one whom the State keeps for + the Agents of our confederate Princes: she'll cog and lie + with a whole army before the League shall break: her + name is common through the Kingdom, and the Trophies + of her dishonour, advanced beyond _Hercules_-pillars. + She loves to try the several constitutions of mens bodies; + and indeed has destroyed the worth of her own body, by + making experiment upon it, for the good of the + Common-wealth. + +_Cle_. She's a profitable member. + +_La_. Peace, if you love me: you shall see these Gentlemen + stand their ground, and not Court us. + +_Gal_. What if they should? + +_Meg_. What if they should? + +_La_. Nay, let her alone; what if they should? why, if + they should, I say, they were never abroad: what + Foreigner would do so? it writes them directly + untravel'd. + +_Gal_. Why, what if they be? + +_Meg_. What if they be? + +_La_. Good Madam let her go on; what if they be? Why + if they be I will justifie, they cannot maintain + discourse with a judicious Lady, nor make a Leg, + nor say Excuse me. + +_Gal_. Ha, ha, ha. + +_La_. Do you laugh Madam? + +_Di_. Your desires upon you Ladies. + +_La_. Then you must sit beside us. + +_Di_. I shall sit near you then Lady. + +_La_. Near me perhaps: But there's a Lady indures no + stranger; and to me you appear a very strange fellow. + +_Meg_. Me thinks he's not so strange, he would quickly be + acquainted. + +_Thra_. Peace, the King. + + [ _Enter_ King, Pharamond, Arethusa, _and Train_. + +_King_. To give a stronger testimony of love + Than sickly promises (which commonly + In Princes find both birth and burial + In one breath) we have drawn you worthy Sir, + To make your fair indearments to [our] daughter, + And worthy services known to our subjects, + Now lov'd and wondered at. Next, our intent, + To plant you deeply, our immediate Heir, + Both to our Blood and Kingdoms. For this Lady, + (The best part of your life, as you confirm me, + And I believe) though her few years and sex + Yet teach her nothing but her fears and blushes, + Desires without desire, discourse and knowledge + Only of what her self is to her self, + Make her feel moderate health: and when she sleeps, + In making no ill day, knows no ill dreams. + Think not (dear Sir) these undivided parts, + That must mould up a Virgin, are put on + To shew her so, as borrowed ornaments, + To speak her perfect love to you, or add + An Artificial shadow to her nature: + No Sir; I boldly dare proclaim her, yet + No Woman. But woo her still, and think her modesty + A sweeter mistress than the offer'd Language + Of any Dame, were she a Queen whose eye + Speaks common loves and comforts to her servants. + Last, noble son, (for so I now must call you) + What I have done thus publick, is not only + To add a comfort in particular + To you or me, but all; and to confirm + The Nobles, and the Gentry of these Kingdoms, + By oath to your succession, which shall be + Within this month at most. + +_Thra_. This will be hardly done. + +_Cle_. It must be ill done, if it be done. + +_Di_. When 'tis at best, 'twill be but half done, + Whilst so brave a Gentleman's wrong'd and flung off. + +_Thra_. I fear. + +_Cle_. Who does not? + +_Di_. I fear not for my self, and yet I fear too: + Well, we shall see, we shall see: no more. + +_Pha_. Kissing your white hand (Mistress) I take leave, + To thank your Royal Father: and thus far, + To be my own free Trumpet. Understand + Great King, and these your subjects, mine that must be, + (For so deserving you have spoke me Sir, + And so deserving I dare speak my self) + To what a person, of what eminence, + Ripe expectation of what faculties, + Manners and vertues you would wed your Kingdoms? + You in me have your wishes. Oh this Country, + By more than all my hopes I hold it + Happy, in their dear memories that have been + Kings great and good, happy in yours, that is, + And from you (as a Chronicle to keep + Your Noble name from eating age) do I + Opine myself most happy. Gentlemen, + Believe me in a word, a Princes word, + There shall be nothing to make up a Kingdom + Mighty, and flourishing, defenced, fear'd, + Equall to be commanded and obey'd, + But through the travels of my life I'le find it, + And tye it to this Country. And I vow + My reign shall be so easie to the subject, + That every man shall be his Prince himself, + And his own law (yet I his Prince and law.) + And dearest Lady, to your dearest self + (Dear, in the choice of him, whose name and lustre + Must make you more and mightier) let me say, + You are the blessed'st living; for sweet Princess, + You shall enjoy a man of men, to be + Your servant; you shall make him yours, for whom + Great Queens must die. + +_Thra_. Miraculous. + +_Cle_. This speech calls him _Spaniard_, being nothing but + A large inventory of his own commendations. + + [_Enter_ Philaster. + +_Di_. I wonder what's his price? For certainly he'll tell + himself he has so prais'd 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, in all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues, one sinew + sound enough to promise for him, he shall be Constable. + By this Sun, he'll ne're make King unless it be for trifles, + in my poor judgment. + +_Phi_. Right Noble Sir, as low as my obedience, + And with a heart as Loyal as my knee, + I beg your favour. + +_King_. Rise, you have it Sir. + +_Di_. 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 'um freely? + Be still my royal Soveraign. + +_King_. As a subject + We give you freedom. + +_Di_. Now it heats. + +_Phi_. Then thus I turn + My language to you Prince, you foreign man. + Ne're stare nor put on wonder, for you must + Indure me, and you shall. This earth you tread upon + (A dowry as you hope with this fair Princess, + Whose memory I bow to) was not left + By my dead Father (Oh, I had a Father) + To your inheritance, and I up and living, + Having my self about me and my sword, + The souls of all my name, and memories, + These arms and some few friends, besides the gods, + To part so calmly with it, and sit still, + And say I might have been! I tell thee _Pharamond_, + When thou art King, look I be dead and rotten, + And my name ashes; For, hear me _Pharamond_, + This very ground thou goest on, this fat earth, + My Fathers friends made fertile with their faiths, + Before that day of shame, shall gape and swallow + Thee and thy Nation, like a hungry grave, + Into her hidden bowels: Prince, it shall; + By _Nemesis_ it shall. + +_Pha_. He's mad beyond cure, mad. + +_Di_. Here's a fellow has some fire in's veins: + The outlandish Prince looks like a Tooth-drawer. + +_Phi_. Sir, Prince of Poppingjayes, I'le make it well appear + To you I am not mad. + +_King_. You displease us. + You are too bold. + +_Phi_. No Sir, I am too tame, + Too much a Turtle, a thing born without passion, + A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud sails over, + And makes nothing. + +_King_. I do not fancy this, + Call our Physicians: sure he is somewhat tainted. + +_Thra_. I do not think 'twill prove so. + +_Di_. H'as 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'le run his + hazard, although I run my name out of the + Kingdom. + +_Cle_. Peace, we are one soul. + +_Pha_. What you have seen in me, to stir offence, + I cannot find, unless it be this Lady + Offer'd into mine arms, with the succession, + Which I must keep though it hath pleas'd your fury + To mutiny within you; without disputing + Your _Genealogies_, or taking knowledge + Whose branch you are. The King will leave it me; + And I dare make it mine; you have your answer. + +_Phi_. If thou wert sole inheritor to him, + That made the world his; and couldst see no sun + Shine upon any but thine: were _Pharamond_ + As truly valiant, as I feel him cold, + And ring'd among the choicest of his friends, + Such as would blush to talk such serious follies, + Or back such bellied commendations, + And from this present, spight of all these bugs, + You should hear further from me. + +_King_. Sir, you wrong the Prince: + I gave you not this freedom to brave our best friends, + You deserve our frown: go to, be better temper'd. + +_Phi_. It must be Sir, when I am nobler us'd. + +_Gal_. Ladyes, + This would have been a pattern of succession, + Had he ne're met this mischief. By my life, + He is the worthiest the true name of man + This day within my knowledge. + +_Meg_. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge, + But the other is the man set in mine eye; + Oh! 'tis a Prince of wax. + +_Gal_. A Dog it is. + +_King_. _Philaster_, tell me, + The injuries you aim at in your riddles. + +_Phi_. If you had my eyes Sir, and sufferance, + My griefs upon you and my broken fortunes, + My want's great, and now nought but hopes and fears, + My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laught at. + Dare you be still my King and right me not? + +_King_. Give me your wrongs in private. + + [_They whisper_. + +_Phi_. Take them, and ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas. + +_Di_. He dares not stand the shock. + +_Di_. 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: mens hearts and faces are + so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but + view yon stranger well, and you shall see a Feaver + through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true + Tenant; if he give not back his Crown again, upon the + report of an Elder Gun, I have no augury. + +_King_. Go to: + Be more your self, as you respect our favour: + You'I stir us else: Sir, I must have you know + That y'are and shall be at our pleasure, what fashion we + Will put upon you: smooth your brow, or by the gods. + +_Phi_. I am dead Sir, y'are my fate: it was not I + Said I was not wrong'd: I carry all about me, + My weak stars led me to all my weak fortunes. + Who dares in all this presence speak (that is + But man of flesh and may be mortal) tell me + I do not most intirely love this Prince, + And honour his full vertues! + +_King_. Sure he's possest. + +_Phi_. Yes, with my Fathers spirit; It's here O King! + A dangerous spirit; now he tells me King, + I was a Kings heir, bids me be a King, + And whispers to me, these be all my Subjects. + 'Tis strange, he will not let me sleep, but dives + Into my fancy, and there gives me shapes + That kneel, and do me service, cry me King: + But I'le suppress him, he's a factious spirit, + And will undo me: noble Sir, [your] hand, I am your + servant. + +_King_. Away, I do not like this: + I'le make you tamer, or I'le dispossess you + Both of life and spirit: For this time + I pardon your wild speech, without so much + As your imprisonment. + + [_Ex_. King, Pha. _and_ Are. + +_Di_. I thank you Sir, you dare not for the people. + +_Gal_. Ladies, what think you now of this brave fellow? + +_Meg_. A pretty talking fellow, hot at hand; but eye yon + stranger, is not he a fine compleat Gentleman? O these + strangers, I do affect them strangely: they do the rarest + home things, and please the fullest! as I live, could + love all the Nation over and over for his sake. + +_Gal_. Pride comfort your poor head-piece Lady: 'tis a + weak one, and had need of a Night-cap. + +_Di_. See how his fancy labours, has he not spoke + Home, and bravely? what a dangerous train + Did he give fire to! How he shook the King, + Made his soul melt within him, and his blood + Run into whay! it stood upon his brow, + Like a cold winter dew. + +_Phi_. Gentlemen, + You have no suit to me? I am no minion: + You stand (methinks) like men that would be Courtiers, + If you could well be fiatter'd at a price, + Not to undo your Children: y'are all honest: + Go get you home again, and make your Country + A vertuous Court, to which your great ones may, + In their Diseased age, retire, and live recluse. + +_Cle_. How do you worthy Sir? + +_Phi_. Well, very well; + And so well, that if the King please, I find + I may live many years. + +_Di_. The King must please, + Whilst we know what you are, and who you are, + Your wrongs and [injuries]: shrink not, worthy Sir, + But add your Father to you: in whose name, + We'll waken all the gods, and conjure up + The rods of vengeance, the abused people, + Who like to raging torrents shall swell high, + And so begirt the dens of these Male-dragons, + That through the strongest safety, they shall beg + For mercy at your swords point. + +_Phi_. Friends, no more, + Our years may he corrupted: 'Tis an age + We dare not trust our wills to: do you love me? + +_Thra_. Do we love Heaven and honour? + +_Phi_. My Lord _Dion_, you had + A vertuous Gentlewoman call'd you Father; + Is she yet alive? + +_Di_. Most honour'd Sir, she is: + And for the penance but of an idle dream, + Has undertook a tedious Pilgrimage. + + [ _Enter a_ Lady. + +_Phi_. Is it to me, or any of these Gentlemen you come? + +_La_. To you, brave Lord; the Princess would intreat + Your present company. + +_Phi_. The Princess send for me! y'are mistaken. + +_La_. If you be call'd _Philaster_, 'tis to you. + +_Phi_. Kiss her hand, and say I will attend her. + +_Di_. Do you know what you do? + +_Phi_. Yes, go to see a woman. + +_Cle_. But do you weigh the danger you are in? + +_Phi_. Danger in a sweet face? + By _Jupiter_ I must not fear a woman. + +_Thra_. But are you sure it was the Princess sent? + It may be some foul train to catch your life. + +_Phi_. I do not think it Gentlemen: she's noble, + Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red + And white friends in her face may steal my soul out: + There's all the danger in't: but be what may, + Her single name hath arm'd me. + + [_Ex_. Phil. + +_Di_. Go on: + And be as truly happy as thou art fearless: + Come Gentlemen, let's make our friends acquainted, + Lest the King prove false. + + [_Ex. Gentlemen_. + + _Enter_ Arethusa _and a_ Lady. + +_Are_. Comes he not? + +_La_. Madam? + +_Are_. Will _Philaster_ come? + +_La_. Dear Madam, you were wont + To credit me at first. + +_Are_. But didst thou tell me so? + I am forgetful, and my womans strength + Is so o'recharg'd with danger like to grow + About my Marriage that these under-things + Dare not abide in such a troubled sea: + How look't he, when he told thee he would come? + +_La_. Why, well. + +_Are_. And not a little fearful? + +_La_. Fear Madam? sure he knows not what it is. + +_Are_. You are all of his Faction; the whole Court + Is bold in praise of him, whilst I + May live neglected: and do noble things, + As fools in strife throw gold into the Sea, + Drown'd in the doing: but I know he fears. + +_La_. Fear? Madam (me thought) his looks hid more + Of love than fear. + +_Are_. Of love? To whom? to you? + Did you deliver those plain words I sent, + With such a winning gesture, and quick look + That you have caught him? + +_La_. Madam, I mean to you. + +_Are_. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance + Lets thee not see the crosses of our births: + Nature, that loves not to be questioned + Why she did this, or that, but has her ends, + And knows she does well; never gave the world + Two things so opposite, so contrary, + As he and I am: If a bowl of blood + Drawn from this arm of mine, would poyson thee, + A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me? + +_La_. Madam, I think I hear him. + +_Are_. Bring him in: + You gods that would not have your dooms withstood, + Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is, + To make the passion of a feeble maid + The way unto your justice, I obey. + + + [ _Enter_ Phil. + +_La_. Here is my Lord _Philaster_. + +_Are_. Oh! 'tis well: + Withdraw your self. + +_Phi_. Madam, your messenger + Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me. + +_Are_. 'Tis true _Philaster,_ but the words are such, + I have to say, and do so ill beseem + The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, + And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known + That I have ought detracted from your worth? + Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set + My baser instruments to throw disgrace + Upon your vertues? + +_Phi_. Never Madam you. + +_Are_. Why then should you in such a publick place, + Injure a Princess and a scandal lay + Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great: + Calling a great part of my dowry in question. + +_Phi_. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be + Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self, + I could afford my self to have no right + To any thing you wish'd. + +_Are. Philaster,_ know + I must enjoy these Kingdoms. + +_Phi_. Madam, both? + +_Are_. Both or I die: by Fate I die _Philaster,_ + If I not calmly may enjoy them both. + +_Phi_. I would do much to save that Noble life: + Yet would be loth to have posterity + Find in our stories, that _Philaster_ gave + His right unto a Scepter, and a Crown, + To save a Ladies longing. + +_Are_. Nay then hear: + I must, and will have them, and more. + +_Phi_. What more? + +_Are_. Or lose that little life the gods prepared, + To trouble this poor piece of earth withall. + +_Phi_. Madam, what more? + +_Are_. Turn then away thy face. + +_Phi_. No. + +_Are_. Do. + +_Phi_. I cannot endure it: turn away my face? + I never yet saw enemy that lookt + So dreadful, but that I thought my self + As great a Basilisk as he; or spake + So horribly, but that I thought my tongue + Bore Thunder underneath, as much as his: + Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then + Begin to fear sweet sounds? a Ladies voice, + Whom I do love? Say you would have my life, + Why, I will give it you; for it is of me + A thing so loath'd, and unto you that ask + Of so poor use, that I shall make no price + If you intreat, I will unmov'dly hear. + +_Are_. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. + +_Phi_. I do. + +_Are_. Then know I must have them and thee. + +_Phi_. And me? + + _Are_. Thy love: without which, all the Land + Discovered yet, will serve me for no use, + But to be buried in. + +_Phi_. Is't possible? + +_Are_. With it, it were too little to bestow + On thee: Now, though thy breath doth strike me dead + (Which know it may) I have unript my breast. + +_Phi_. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts, + To lay a train for this contemned life, + Which you may have for asking: to suspect + Were base, where I deserve no ill: love you! + By all my hopes I do, above my life: + But how this passion should proceed from you + So violently, would amaze a man, that would be jealous. + +_Are_. Another soul into my body shot, + Could not have fill'd me with more strength and spirit, + Than this thy breath: but spend not hasty time, + In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods, + The gods, that make me so; and sure our love + Will be the nobler, and the better blest, + In that the secret justice of the gods + Is mingled with it. Let us leave and kiss, + Lest some unwelcome guest should fall betwixt us, + And we should part without it. + _Phi_. 'Twill be ill + I should abide here long. + +_Are_. 'Tis true, and worse + You should come often: How shall we devise + To hold intelligence? That our true lovers, + On any new occasion may agree, what path is best to + tread? + +_Phi_. I have a boy sent by the gods, I hope to this intent, + Not yet seen in the Court; hunting the Buck, + I found him sitting by a Fountain side, + Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, + And paid the Nymph again as much in tears; + A Garland lay him by, made by himself, + Of many several flowers, bred in the bay, + Stuck in that mystick order, that the rareness + Delighted me: but ever when he turned + His tender eyes upon 'um, he would weep, + As if he meant to make 'um grow again. + Seeing such pretty helpless innocence + Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story; + He told me that his Parents gentle dyed, + Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, + Which gave him roots; and of the Crystal springs, + Which did not stop their courses: and the Sun, + Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light, + Then took he up his Garland and did shew, + What every flower as Country people hold, + Did signifie: and how all ordered thus, + Exprest his grief: and to my thoughts did read + The prettiest lecture of his Country Art + That could be wisht: so that, me thought, I could + Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him, + Who was glad to follow; and have got + The trustiest, loving'st, and the gentlest boy, + That ever Master kept: Him will I send + To wait on you, and bear our hidden love. + + [ _Enter_ Lady. + +_Are_. 'Tis well, no more. + +_La_. Madam, the Prince is come to do his service. + +_Are_. What will you do _Philaster_ with your self? + +_Phi_. Why, that which all the gods have appointed out for me. + +_Are_. Dear, hide thy self. Bring in the Prince. + +_Phi_. Hide me from _Pharamond!_ + When Thunder speaks, which is the voice of _Jove,_ + Though I do reverence, yet I hide me not; + And shall a stranger Prince have leave to brag + Unto a forreign Nation, that he made _Philaster_ + hide himself? + +_Are_. He cannot know it. + +_Phi_. Though it should sleep for ever to the world, + It is a simple sin to hide my self, + Which will for ever on my conscience lie. + +_Are_. Then good _Philaster,_ give him scope and way + In what he saies: for he is apt to speak + What you are loth to hear: for my sake do. + +_Phi_. I will. + + [ _Enter_ Pharamond. + +_Pha_. My Princely Mistress, as true lovers ought, + I come to kiss these fair hands; and to shew + In outward Ceremonies, the dear love + Writ in my heart. + +_Phi_. If I shall have an answer no directlier, + I am gone. + +_Pha_. To what would he have an answer? + +_Are_. To his claim unto the Kingdom. + +_Pha_. Sirrah, I forbear you before the King. + +_Phi_. Good Sir, do so still, I would not talk with you. + +_Pha_. But now the time is fitter, do but offer + To make mention of right to any Kingdom, + Though it be scarce habitable. + +_Phi_. Good Sir, let me go. + +_Pha_. And by my sword. + +_Phi_. Peace _Pharamond:_ if thou-- + +_Are_. Leave us Philaster. + +_Phi_. I have done. + +_Pha_. You are gone, by heaven I'le fetch you back. + +_Phi_. You shall not need. + +_Pha_. What now? + +_Phi_. Know Pharamond, + I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou, + Who art nought but a valiant voice: But if + Thou shalt provoke me further, men shall say + Thou wert, and not lament it. +_Pha_. Do you slight + My greatness so, and in the Chamber of the Princess! + +_Phi_. It is a place to which I must confess + I owe a reverence: but wer't the Church, + I, at the Altar, there's no place so safe, + Where thou dar'st injure me, but I dare kill thee: + And for your greatness; know Sir, I can grasp + You, and your greatness thus, thus into nothing: + Give not a word, not a word back: Farewell. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + +_Pha_. 'Tis an odd fellow Madam, we must stop + His mouth with some Office, when we are married. + +_Are_. You were best make him your Controuler. + +_Pha_. I think he would discharge it well. But Madam, + I hope our hearts are knit; and yet so slow + The Ceremonies of State are, that 'twill be long + Before our hands be so: If then you please, + Being agreed in heart, let us not wait + For dreaming for me, but take a little stoln + Delights, and so prevent our joyes to come. + +_Are_. If you dare speak such thoughts, + I must withdraw in honour. + + [_Exit_ Are. + +_Pha_. The constitution of my body will never hold out till + the wedding; I must seek elsewhere. + + [_Exit_ Pha. + + + + _Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ Philaster _and_ Bellario. + +_Phi_. And thou shalt find her honourable boy, + Full of regard unto thy tender youth, + For thine own modesty; and for my sake, + Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, I, or deserve. + +_Bell_. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing; + And only yet am something, by being yours; + You trusted me unknown; and that which you are apt + To conster a simple innocence in me, + Perhaps, might have been craft; the cunning of a boy + Hardened in lies and theft; yet ventur'd you, + To part my miseries and me: for which, + I never can expect to serve a Lady + That bears more honour in her breast than you. + +_Phi_. But boy, it will prefer thee; thou art young, + And bearest a childish overflowing love + To them that clap thy cheeks, and speak thee fair yet: + But when thy judgment comes to rule those passions, + Thou wilt remember best those careful friends + That plac'd thee in the noblest way of life; + She is a Princess I prefer thee to. + +_Bell_. In that small time that I have seen the world, + I never knew a man hasty to part + With a servant he thought trusty; I remember + My Father would prefer the boys he kept + To greater men than he, but did it not, + Till they were grown too sawcy for himself. + +_Phi_. Why gentle boy, I find no fault at all in thy behaviour. + +_Bell_. Sir, if I have made + A fault of ignorance, instruct my youth; + I shall be willing, if not apt to learn; + Age and experience will adorn my mind + With larger knowledge: And if I have done + A wilful fault, think me not past all hope + For once; what Master holds so strict a hand + Over his boy, that he will part with him + Without one warning? Let me be corrected + To break my stubbornness if it be so, + Rather than turn me off, and I shall mend. + +_Phi_. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, + That (trust me) I could weep to part with thee. + Alas! I do not turn thee off; thou knowest + It is my business that doth call thee hence, + And when thou art with her thou dwel'st with me: + Think so, and 'tis so; and when time is full, + That thou hast well discharged this heavy trust, + Laid on so weak a one, I will again + With joy receive thee; as I live, I will; + Nay weep not, gentle boy; 'Tis more than time + Thou didst attend the Princess. + +_Bell_. I am gone; + But since I am to part with you my Lord, + And none knows whether I shall live to do + More service for you; take this little prayer; + Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs. + May sick men, if they have your wish, be well; + And Heavens hate those you curse, though I be one. + + [_Exit_. + +_Phi_. The love of boyes unto their Lords is strange, + I have read wonders of it; yet this boy + For my sake, (if a man may judge by looks, + And speech) would out-do story. I may see + A day to pay him for his loyalty. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + + _Enter_ Pharamond. + +_Pha_. Why should these Ladies stay so long? They must + come this way; I know the Queen imployes 'em not, + for the Reverend Mother sent me word they would all + be for the Garden. If they should all prove honest now, + I were in a fair taking; I was never so long without + sport in my life, and in my conscience 'tis not my + fault: Oh, for our Country Ladies! Here's one + boulted, I'le hound at her. + + _Enter_ Galatea. + +_Gal_. Your Grace! + +_Pha_. Shall I not be a trouble? + +_Gal_. Not to me Sir. + +_Pha_. Nay, nay, you are too quick; by this sweet hand. + +_Gal_. You'l be forsworn Sir, 'tis but an old glove. If you + will talk at distance, I am for you: but good Prince, + be not bawdy, nor do not brag; these two I bar, and + then I think, I shall have sence enough to answer + all the weighty _Apothegmes_ your Royal blood shall + manage. + +_Pha_. Dear Lady, can you love? + +_Gal_. Dear, Prince, how dear! I ne're cost you a Coach + yet, nor put you to the dear repentance of a Banquet; + here's no Scarlet Sir, to blush the sin out it was given + for: This wyer mine own hair covers: and this face has + been so far from being dear to any, that it ne're cost + penny painting: And for the rest of my poor Wardrobe, + such as you see, it leaves no hand behind it, to make + the jealous Mercers wife curse our good doings. + +_Pha_. You mistake me Lady. + +_Gal_. Lord, I do so; would you or I could help it. + +_Pha_. Do Ladies of this Country use to give no more respect + to men of my full being? + +_Gal_. Full being! I understand you not, unless your Grace + means growing to fatness; and then your only remedy + (upon my knowledge, Prince) is in a morning a Cup of + neat White-wine brew'd with _Carduus_, then fast till + supper, about eight + you may eat; use exercise, and keep a Sparrow-hawk, you + can shoot in a Tiller; but of all, your Grace must flie + _Phlebotomie_, fresh Pork, Conger, and clarified Whay; + They are all dullers of the vital spirits. + +_Pha_. Lady, you talk of nothing all this while. + +_Gal_. 'Tis very true Sir, I talk of you. + +_Pha_. This is a crafty wench, I like her wit well, 'twill be + rare to stir up a leaden appetite, she's a _Danae_, and + must be courted in a showr of gold. Madam, look + here, all these and more, than-- + +_Gal_. What have you there, my Lord? Gold? Now, as I + live tis fair gold; you would have silver for it to play + with the Pages; you could not have taken me in a + worse time; But if you have present use my Lord, + I'le send my man with silver and keep your gold + for you. + +_Pha_. Lady, Lady. + +_Gal_. She's coming Sir behind, will take white mony. Yet + for all this I'le match ye. + + [_Exit_ Gal. _behind the hangings_. + +_Pha_. If there be two such more in this Kingdom, and + near the Court, we may even hang up our Harps: ten such + _Camphire_ constitutions as this, would call the golden + age again in question, and teach the old way for every ill + fac't Husband to get his own Children, and what a + mischief that will breed, let all consider. + + [ _Enter_ Megra. + + Here's another; if she be of the same last, the Devil + shall pluck her on. Many fair mornings, Lady. + + +_Meg_. As many mornings bring as many dayes, + Fair, sweet, and hopeful to your Grace. + +_Pha_. She gives good words yet; Sure this wench is free. + If your more serious business do not call you, + Let me hold quarter with you, we'll take an hour + Out quickly. + +_Meg_. What would your Grace talk of? + +_Pha_. Of some such pretty subject as your self. + I'le go no further than your eye, or lip, + There's theme enough for one man for an age. + +_Meg_. Sir, they stand right, and my lips are yet even, + Smooth, young enough, ripe enough, red enough, + Or my glass wrongs me. + +_Pha_. O they are two twin'd Cherries died in blushes, + Which those fair suns above, with their bright beams + Reflect upon, and ripen: sweetest beauty, + Bow down those branches, that the longing taste, + Of the faint looker on, may meet those blessings, + And taste and live. + +_Meg_. O delicate sweet Prince; + She that hath snow enough about her heart, + To take the wanton spring of ten such lines off, + May be a Nun without probation. + Sir, you have in such neat poetry, gathered a kiss, + That if I had but five lines of that number, + Such pretty begging blanks, I should commend + Your fore-head, or your cheeks, and kiss you too. + +_Pha_. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it Madam. + +_Meg_. I shall, I shall. + +_Pha_. By my life you shall not. + I'le prompt you first: Can you do it now? + +_Meg_. Methinks 'tis easie, now I ha' don't before; + But yet I should stick at it. + +_Pha_. Stick till to morrow. + I'le ne'r part you sweetest. But we lose time, + Can you love me? + +_Meg_. Love you my Lord? How would you have me + love you? + +_Pha_. I'le teach you in a short sentence, cause I will not + load your memory, that is all; love me, and lie with + me. + +_Meg_. Was it lie with you that you said? 'Tis impossible. + +_Pha_. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavour; if I do + not teach you to do it as easily in one night, as you'l + go to bed, I'le lose my Royal blood for't. + +_Meg_. Why Prince, you have a Lady of your own, that + yet wants teaching. + +_Pha_. I'le sooner teach a Mare the old measures, than teach + her any thing belonging to the function; she's afraid to + lie with her self, if she have but any masculine + imaginations about her; I know when we are married, + I must ravish her. + +_Meg_. By my honour, that's a foul fault indeed, but time + and your good help will wear it out Sir. + +_Pha_. And for any other I see, excepting your dear self, + dearest Lady, I had rather be Sir _Tim _the Schoolmaster, + and leap a Dairy-maid. + +_Meg_. Has your Grace seen the Court-star _Galatea_? + +_Pha_. Out upon her; she's as cold of her favour as an + apoplex: she sail'd by but now. + +_Meg_. And how do you hold her wit Sir? + +_Pha_. I hold her wit? The strength of all the Guard cannot + hold it, if they were tied to it, she would blow 'em out of + the Kingdom, they talk of _Jupiter_, he's but a squib + cracker to her: Look well about you, and you may find + a tongue-bolt. But speak sweet Lady, shall I be freely + welcome? + +_Meg_. Whither? + +_Pha_. To your bed; if you mistrust my faith, you do me + the unnoblest wrong. + +_Meg_. I dare not Prince, I dare not. + +_Pha_. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em, + and what you dare imagine you can want, I'le furnish you + withal: give two hours to your thoughts every morning about + it. Come, I know you are bashful, speak in my ear, will you + be mine? keep this, and with it me: soon I will visit you. + +_Meg_. My Lord, my Chamber's most unsafe, but when + 'tis night I'le find some means to slip into your + lodging: till when-- + +_Pha_. Till when, this, and my heart go with thee. + + [_Ex. several ways_. + + _Enter _Galatea _from behind the hangings_. + +_Gal_. Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince, are these your + vertues? Well, if I do not lay a train to blow your + sport up, I am no woman; and Lady Towsabel I'le + fit you for't. + + [_Exit_ Gal. + +_Enter _Arethusa _and a_ Lady. + +_Are_. Where's the boy? + +_La_. Within Madam. + +_Are_. Gave you him gold to buy him cloaths? + +_La_. I did. + +_Are_. And has he don't? + +_La_. Yes Madam. + +_Are_. 'Tis a pretty sad talking lad, is it not? + Askt you his name? + +_La_. No Madam. + + [ _Enter _Galatea. + +_Are_. O you are welcome, what good news? + +_Gal_. As good as any one can tell your Grace, + That saies she hath done that you would have wish'd. + +_Are_. Hast thou discovered? + +_Gal_. I have strained a point of modesty for you. + +_Are_. I prethee how? + +_Gal_. In listning after bawdery; I see, let a Lady live + never so modestly, she shall be sure to find a lawful + time, to harken after bawdery; your Prince, brave + _Pharamond_, was so hot on't. + +_Are_. With whom? + +_Gal_. Why, with the Lady I suspect: I can tell the time and place. + +_Are_. O when, and where? + +_Gal_. To night, his Lodging. + +_Are_. Run thy self into the presence, mingle there again + With other Ladies, leave the rest to me: + If destiny (to whom we dare not say, + Why thou didst this) have not decreed it so + In lasting leaves (whose smallest Characters + Were never altered:) yet, this match shall break. + Where's the boy? + +_La_. Here Madam. + + [ _Enter _Bellario. + +_Are_. Sir, you are sad to change your service, is't not so? + +_Bell_. Madam, I have not chang'd; I wait on you, + To do him service. + +_Are_. Thou disclaim'st in me; + Tell me thy name. + +_Bell_. _Bellario_. + +_Are_. Thou canst sing, and play? + +_Bell_. If grief will give me leave, Madam, I can. + +_Are_. Alas! what kind of grief can thy years know? + Hadst thou a curst master, when thou went'st to School? + Thou art not capable of other grief; + Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be, + When no [b]reath troubles them: believe me boy, + Care seeks out wrinkled brows, and hollow eyes, + And builds himself caves to abide in them. + Come Sir, tell me truly, does your Lord love me? + + _Bell_. Love Madam? I know not what it is. + +_Are_. Canst thou know grief, and never yet knew'st love? + Thou art deceiv'd boy; does he speak of me + As if he wish'd me well? + +_Bell_. If it be love, + To forget all respect of his own friends, + In thinking of your face; if it be love + To sit cross arm'd and sigh away the day, + Mingled with starts, crying your name as loud + And hastily, as men i'the streets do fire: + If it be love to weep himself away, + When he but hears of any Lady dead, + Or kill'd, because it might have been your chance; + If when he goes to rest (which will not be) + 'Twixt every prayer he saies, to name you once + As others drop a bead, be to be in love; + Then Madam, I dare swear he loves you. + +_Are_. O y'are a cunning boy, and taught to lie, + For your Lords credit; but thou knowest, a lie, + That bears this sound, is welcomer to me, + Than any truth that saies he loves me not. + Lead the way Boy: Do you attend me too; + 'Tis thy Lords business hasts me thus; Away. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter _Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, Megra _and _Galatea. + +_Di_. Come Ladies, shall we talk a round? As men + Do walk a mile, women should take an hour + After supper: 'Tis their exercise. + +_Gal_. Tis late. + +_Meg_. 'Tis all + My eyes will do to lead me to my bed. + +_Gal_. I fear they are so heavy, you'l scarce find + The way to your lodging with 'em to night. + + [ Enter _Pharamond_. + +_Thra_. The Prince. + +_Pha_. Not a bed Ladies? y'are good sitters up; + What think you of a pleasant dream to last + Till morning? + +_Meg_. I should choose, my Lord, a pleasing wake before it. + + [_Enter _Arethusa _and _Bellario. + +_Are_. 'Tis well my Lord y'are courting of Ladies. + Is't not late Gentlemen? + +_Cle_. Yes Madam. + +_Are_. Wait you there. + [_Exit _Arethusa. + +_Meg_. She's jealous, as I live; look you my Lord, + The Princess has a _Hilas_, an _Adonis_. + +_Pha_. His form is Angel-like. + +_Meg_. Why this is he, must, when you are wed, + Sit by your pillow, like young _Apollo_, with + His hand and voice, binding your thoughts in sleep; + The Princess does provide him for you, and for her self. + +_Pha_. I find no musick in these boys. + +_Meg_. Nor I. + They can do little, and that small they do, + They have not wit to hide. + +_Di_. Serves he the Princess? + +_Thra_. Yes. + +_Di_. 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him! + +_Pha_. Ladies all good rest; I mean to kill a Buck + To morrow morning, ere y'ave done your dreams. + +_Meg_. All happiness attend your Grace, Gentlemen good rest, + Come shall we to bed? + +_Gal_. Yes, all good night. + + [_Ex_. Gal. _and _Meg. + +_Di_. May your dreams be true to you; + What shall we do Gallants? 'Tis late, the King + Is up still, see, he comes, a Guard along + With him. + + [_Enter _King, Arethusa _and _Guard. + +_King_. Look your intelligence be true. + +_Are_. Upon my life it is: and I do hope, + Your Highness will not tye me to a man, + That in the heat of wooing throws me off, + And takes another. + +_Di_. What should this mean? + + _King_. If it be true, + That Lady had been better have embrac'd + Cureless Diseases; get you to your rest, + + [_Ex_. Are. _and _Bel. + + You shall be righted: Gentlemen draw near, + We shall imploy you: Is young _Pharamond_ + Come to his lodging? + +_Di_. I saw him enter there. + +_King_. Haste some of you, and cunningly discover, + If Megra be in her lodging. + +_Cle_. Sir, + She parted hence but now with other Ladies. + +_King_. If she be there, we shall not need to make + A vain discovery of our suspicion. + You gods I see, that who unrighteously + Holds wealth or state from others, shall be curst, + In that, which meaner men are blest withall: + Ages to come shall know no male of him + Left to inherit, and his name shall be + Blotted from earth; If he have any child, + It shall be crossly matched: the gods themselves + Shall sow wild strife betwixt her Lord and her, + Yet, if it be your wills, forgive the sin + I have committed, let it not fall + Upon this understanding child of mine, + She has not broke your Laws; but how can I, + Look to be heard of gods, that must be just, + Praying upon the ground I hold by wrong? + + [ _Enter _Dion. + +_Di_. Sir, I have asked, and her women swear she is within, + but they I think are bawds; I told 'em I must speak + with her: they laught, and said their Lady lay speechless. + I said, my business was important; they said their Lady + was about it: I grew hot, and cryed my business was a + matter that concern'd life and death; they answered, so + was sleeping, at which their Lady was; I urg'd again, she + had scarce time to be so since last I saw her; they smil'd + again, and seem'd to instruct me, that sleeping was + nothing but lying down and winking: Answers more direct + I could not get: in short Sir, I think she is not there. + +_King_. 'Tis then no time to dally: you o'th' Guard, + Wait at the back door of the Princes lodging, + And see that none pass thence upon your lives. + Knock Gentlemen: knock loud: louder yet: + What, has their pleasure taken off their hearing? + I'le break your meditations: knock again: + Not yet? I do not think he sleeps, having this + Larum by him; once more, _Pharamond_, Prince. + + [Pharamond _above_. + +_Pha_. What sawcy groom knocks at this dead of night? + Where be our waiters? By my vexed soul, + He meets his death, that meets me, for this boldness. + +_K_. Prince, you wrong your thoughts, we are your friends, + Come down. + +_Pha_. The King? + +_King_. The same Sir, come down, + We have cause of present Counsel with you. + +_Pha_. If your Grace please to use me, I'le attend you + To your Chamber. + [Pha. _below_. + +_King_. No, 'tis too late Prince, I'le make bold with yours. + +_Pha_. I have some private reasons to my self, + Makes me unmannerly, and say you cannot; + Nay, press not forward Gentlemen, he must come + Through my life, that comes here. + +_King_. Sir be resolv'd, I must and will come. Enter. + +_Pha_. I will not be dishonour'd; + He that enters, enters upon his death; + Sir, 'tis a sign you make no stranger of me, + To bring these Renegados to my Chamber, + At these unseason'd hours. + +_King_. Why do you + Chafe your self so? you are not wrong'd, nor shall be; + Onely I'le search your lodging, for some cause + To our self known: Enter I say. + +_Pha_. I say no. + [_Meg. Above_. + +_Meg_. Let 'em enter Prince, + Let 'em enter, I am up, and ready; I know their business, + 'Tis the poor breaking of a Ladies honour, + They hunt so hotly after; let 'em enjoy it. + You have your business Gentlemen, I lay here. + O my Lord the King, this is not noble in you + To make publick the weakness of a Woman. + +_King_. Come down. + +_Meg_. I dare my Lord; your whootings and your clamors, + Your private whispers, and your broad fleerings, + Can no more vex my soul, than this base carriage; + But I have vengeance yet in store for some, + Shall in the most contempt you can have of me, + Be joy and nourishment. + +_King_. Will you come down? + +_Meg_. Yes, to laugh at your worst: but I shall wrong you, + If my skill fail me not. + +_King_. Sir, I must dearly chide you for this looseness, + You have wrong'd a worthy Lady; but no more, + Conduct him to my lodging, and to bed. + +_Cle_. Get him another wench, and you bring him to bed in deed. + +_Di_. 'Tis strange a man cannot ride a Stagg + Or two, to breath himself, without a warrant: + If this geer hold, that lodgings be search'd thus, + Pray heaven we may lie with our own wives in safety, + That they be not by some trick of State mistaken. + + [ _Enter with_ Megra. + +_King_. Now Lady of honour, where's your honour now? + No man can fit your palat, but the Prince. + Thou most ill shrowded rottenness; thou piece + Made by a Painter and a Pothecary; + Thou troubled sea of lust; thou wilderness, + Inhabited by wild thoughts; thou swoln cloud + Of Infection; them ripe Mine of all Diseases; + Thou all Sin, all Hell, and last, all Devils, tell me, + Had you none to pull on with your courtesies, + But he that must be mine, and wrong my Daughter? + By all the gods, all these, and all the Pages, + And all the Court shall hoot thee through the Court, + Fling rotten Oranges, make ribald Rimes, + And sear thy name with Candles upon walls: + Do you laugh Lady _Venus_? + +_Meg_. Faith Sir, you must pardon me; + I cannot chuse but laugh to see you merry. + If you do this, O King; nay, if you dare do it; + By all these gods you swore by, and as many + More of my own; I will have fellows, and such + Fellows in it, as shall make noble mirth; + The Princess, your dear Daughter, shall stand by me + On walls, and sung in ballads, any thing: + Urge me no more, I know her, and her haunts, + Her layes, leaps, and outlayes, and will discover all; + Nay will dishonour her. I know the boy + She keeps, a handsome boy; about eighteen: + Know what she does with him, where, and when. + Come Sir, you put me to a womans madness, + The glory of a fury; and if I do not + Do it to the height? + +_King_. What boy is this she raves at? + +_Meg_. Alas! good minded Prince, you know not these things? + I am loth to reveal 'em. Keep this fault + As you would keep your health from the hot air + Of the corrupted people, or by heaven, + I will not fall alone: what I have known, + Shall be as publick as a print: all tongues + Shall speak it as they do the language they + Are born in, as free and commonly; I'le set it + Like a prodigious star for all to gaze at, + And so high and glowing, that other Kingdoms far + and Forreign + Shall read it there, nay travel with it, till they find + No tongue to make it more, nor no more people; + And then behold the fall of your fair Princess. + +_King_. Has she a boy? + +_Cle_. So please your Grace I have seen a boy wait + On her, a fair boy. + +_King_. Go get you to your quarter: + For this time I'le study to forget you. + +_Meg_. Do you study to forget me, and I'le study + To forget you. + + [_Ex_. King, Meg. _and_ Guard. + +_Cle_. Why here's a Male spirit for _Hercules_, if ever there + be nine worthies of women, this wench shall ride + astride, and be their Captain. + +_Di_. Sure she hath a garrison of Devils in her tongue, she + uttereth such balls of wild-fire. She has so netled the + King, that all the Doctors in the Country will scarce + cure him. That boy was a strange found out antidote to + cure her infection: that boy, that Princess boy: that brave, + chast, vertuous Ladies boy: and a fair boy, a well spoken + boy: All these considered, can make nothing else--but + there I leave you Gentlemen. + +_Thra_. Nay we'l go wander with you. + + [_Exeunt_. + + + + _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter _Cle. Di. _and _Thra. + +_Cle_. Nay doubtless 'tis true. + +_Di_. I, and 'tis the gods + That rais'd this Punishment to scourge the King + With his own issue: Is it not a shame + For us, that should write noble in the land; + For us, that should be freemen, to behold + A man, that is the bravery of his age, + _Philaster_, prest down from his Royal right, + By this regardless King; and only look, + And see the Scepter ready to be cast + Into the hands of that lascivious Lady, + That lives in lust with a smooth boy, now to be + Married to yon strange Prince, who, but that people + Please to let him be a Prince, is born a slave, + In that which should be his most noble part, + His mind? + +_Thra_. That man that would not stir with you, + To aid _Philaster_, let the gods forget, + That such a Creature walks upon the earth. + +_Cle_. _Philaster_ is too backward in't himself; + The Gentry do await it, and the people + Against their nature are all bent for him, + And like a field of standing Corn, that's mov'd + With a stiff gale, their heads bow all one way. + +_Di_. The only cause that draws _Philaster_ back + From this attempt, is the fair Princess love, + Which he admires and we can now confute. + +_Thra_. Perhaps he'l not believe it. + +_Di_. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so. + +_Cle_. I 'tis past speech, she lives dishonestly. + But how shall we, if he be curious, work + Upon his faith? + +_Thra_. We all are satisfied within our selves. + +_Di_. Since it is true, and tends to his own good, + I'le make this new report to be my knowledge, + I'le say I know it, nay, I'le swear I saw it. + +_Cle_. It will be best. + +_Thra_. 'Twill move him. + + [ _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Di_. Here he comes. Good morrow to your honour, + We have spent some time in seeking you. + +_Phi_. My worthy friends, + You that can keep your memories to know + Your friend in miseries, and cannot frown + On men disgrac'd for vertue: A good day + Attend you all. What service may I do worthy your + acceptation? + +_Di_. My good Lord, + We come to urge that vertue which we know + Lives in your breast, forth, rise, and make a head, + The Nobles, and the people are all dull'd + With this usurping King: and not a man + That ever heard the word, or knew such a thing + As vertue, but will second your attempts. + +_Phi_. How honourable is this love in you + To me that have deserv'd none? Know my friends + (You that were born to shame your poor _Philaster_, + With too much courtesie) I could afford + To melt my self in thanks; but my designs + Are not yet ripe, suffice it, that ere long + I shall imploy your loves: but yet the time is short of + what I would. + +_Di_. The time is fuller Sir, than you expect; + That which hereafter will not perhaps be reach'd + By violence, may now be caught; As for the King, + You know the people have long hated him; + But now the Princess, whom they lov'd. + +_Phi_. Why, what of her? + +_Di_. Is loath'd as much as he. + +_Phi_. By what strange means? + +_Di_. She's known a Whore. + +_Phi_. Thou lyest. + +_Di_. My Lord-- + +_Phi_. Thou lyest, + + [_Offers to draw and is held_. + + And thou shalt feel it; I had thought thy mind + Had been of honour; thus to rob a Lady + Of her good name, is an infectious sin, + Not to be pardon'd; be it false as hell, + 'Twill never be redeem'd, if it be sown + Amongst the people, fruitful to increase + All evil they shall hear. Let me alone, + That I may cut off falshood, whilst it springs. + Set hills on hills betwixt me and the man + That utters this, and I will scale them all, + And from the utmost top fall on his neck, + Like Thunder from a Cloud. + +_Di_. This is most strange; + Sure he does love her. + +_Phi_. I do love fair truth: + She is my Mistress, and who injures her, + Draws vengeance from me Sirs, let go my arms. + +_Thra_. Nay, good my Lord be patient. + +_Cle_. Sir, remember this is your honour'd friend, + That comes to do his service, and will shew you + Why he utter'd this. + +_Phi_. I ask you pardon Sir, + My zeal to truth made me unmannerly: + Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you, + Behind your back untruly, I had been + As much distemper'd, and enrag'd as now. + +_Di_. But this my Lord is truth. + +_Phi_. O say not so, good Sir forbear to say so, + 'Tis the truth that all womenkind is false; + Urge it no more, it is impossible; + Why should you think the Princess light? + +_Di_. Why, she was taken at it. + +_Phi_. 'Tis false, O Heaven 'tis false: it cannot be, + Can it? Speak Gentlemen, for love of truth speak; + Is't possible? can women all be damn'd? + +_Di_. Why no, my Lord. + +_Phi_. Why then it cannot be. + +_Di_. And she was taken with her boy. + +_Phi_. What boy? + +_Di_. A Page, a boy that serves her. + +_Phi_. Oh good gods, a little boy? + +_Di_. I, know you him my Lord? + +_Phi_. Hell and sin know him? Sir, you are deceiv'd; + I'le reason it a little coldly with you; + If she were lustful, would she take a boy, + That knows not yet desire? she would have one + Should meet her thoughts and knows the sin he acts, + Which is the great delight of wickedness; + You are abus'd, and so is she, and I. + +_Di_. How you my Lord? + +_Phi_. Why all the world's abus'd + In an unjust report. + +_Di_. Oh noble Sir your vertues + Cannot look into the subtil thoughts of woman. + In short my Lord, I took them: I my self. + +_Phi_. Now all the Devils thou didst flie from my rage, + Would thou hadst ta'ne devils ingendring plagues: + When thou didst take them, hide thee from my eyes, + Would thou hadst taken Thunder on thy breast, + When thou didst take them, or been strucken dumb + For ever: that this foul deed might have slept in + silence. + +_Thra_. Have you known him so ill temper'd? + +_Cle_. Never before. + +_Phi_. The winds that are let loose, + From the four several corners of the earth, + And spread themselves all over sea and land, + Kiss not a chaste one. What friend bears a sword + To run me through? + +_Di_. Why, my Lord, are you so mov'd at this? + +_Phi_. When any falls from vertue I am distract, + I have an interest in't. + +_Di_. But good my Lord recal your self, + And think what's best to be done. + +_Phi_. I thank you. I will do it; + Please you to leave me, I'le consider of it: + Tomorrow I will find your lodging forth, + And give you answer + The readiest way. + +_Di_. All the gods direct you. + +_Thra_. He was extream impatient. + +_Cle_. It was his vertue and his noble mind. + + [_Exeunt_ Di. Cle. _and_ Thra. + +_Phi_. I had forgot to ask him where he took them, + I'le follow him. O that I had a sea + Within my breast, to quench the fire I feel; + More circumstances will but fan this fire; + It more afflicts me now, to know by whom + This deed is done, than simply that 'tis done: + And he that tells me this is honourable, + As far from lies, as she is far from truth. + O that like beasts, we could not grieve our selves, + With that we see not; Bulls and Rams will fight, + To keep their Females standing in their sight; + But take 'em from them, and you take at once + Their spleens away; and they will fall again + Unto their Pastures, growing fresh and fat, + And taste the waters of the springs as sweet, + As 'twas before, finding no start in sleep. + But miserable man; See, see you gods, + + [_Enter_ Bellario. + + He walks still; and the face you let him wear + When he was innocent, is still the same, + Not blasted; is this justice? Do you mean + To intrap mortality, that you allow + Treason so smooth a brow? I cannot now + Think he is guilty. + +_Bell_. Health to you my Lord; + The Princess doth commend her love, her life, + And this unto you. + +_Phi_. Oh _Bellario_, + Now I perceive she loves me, she does shew it + In loving thee my boy, she has made thee brave. + +_Bell_. My Lord she has attired me past my wish, + Past my desert, more fit for her attendant, + Though far unfit for me, who do attend. + +_Phi_. Thou art grown courtly boy. O let all women + That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here, + Here, by this paper she does write to me, + As if her heart were Mines of Adamant + To all the world besides, but unto me, + A maiden snow that melted with my looks. + Tell me my boy how doth the Princess use thee? + For I shall guess her love to me by that. + +_Bell_. Scarce like her servant, but as if I were + Something allied to her; or had preserv'd + Her life three times by my fidelity. + As mothers fond do use their only sons; + As I'de use one, that's left unto my trust, + For whom my life should pay, if he met harm, + So she does use me. + +_Phi_. Why, this is wondrous well: + But what kind language does she feed thee with? + +_Bell_. Why, she does tell me, she will trust my youth + With all her loving secrets; and does call me + Her pretty servant, bids me weep no more + For leaving you: shee'l see my services + Regarded; and such words of that soft strain, + That I am nearer weeping when she ends + Than ere she spake. + +_Phi_. This is much better still. + +_Bell_. Are you ill my Lord? + +_Phi_. Ill? No _Bellario_. + +_Bell_. Me thinks your words + Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, + Nor is there in your looks that quietness, + That I was wont to see. + +_Phi_. Thou art deceiv'd boy: + And she stroakes thy head? + +_Bell_. Yes. + +_Phi_. And she does clap thy cheeks? + +_Bell_. She does my Lord. + +_Phi_. And she does kiss thee boy? ha! + +_Bell_. How my Lord? + +_Phi_. She kisses thee? + +_Bell_. Not so my Lord. + +_Phi_. Come, come, I know she does. + +_Bell_. No by my life. + +_Phi_. Why then she does not love me; come, she does, + I had her do it; I charg'd her by all charms + Of love between us, by the hope of peace + We should enjoy, to yield thee all delights + Naked, as to her bed: I took her oath + Thou should'st enjoy her: Tell me gentle boy, + Is she not paralleless? Is not her breath + Sweet as _Arabian_ winds, when fruits are ripe? + Are not her breasts two liquid Ivory balls? + Is she not all a lasting Mine of joy? + +_Bell_. I, now I see why my disturbed thoughts + Were so perplext. When first I went to her, + My heart held augury; you are abus'd, + Some villain has abus'd you; I do see + Whereto you tend; fall Rocks upon his head, + That put this to you; 'tis some subtil train, + To bring that noble frame of yours to nought. + +_Phi_. Thou think'st I will be angry with thee; Come + Thou shalt know all my drift, I hate her more, + Than I love happiness, and plac'd thee there, + To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds; + Hast thou discover'd? Is she fain to lust, + As I would wish her? Speak some comfort to me. + +_Bell_. My Lord, you did mistake the boy you sent: + Had she the lust of Sparrows, or of Goats; + Had she a sin that way, hid from the world, + Beyond the name of lust, I would not aid + Her base desires; but what I came to know + As servant to her, I would not reveal, to make + my life last ages. + +_Phi_. Oh my heart; this is a salve worse than the main disease. + Tell me thy thoughts; for I will know the least + That dwells within thee, or will rip thy heart + To know it; I will see thy thoughts as plain, + As I do know thy face. + +_Bell_. Why, so you do. + She is (for ought I know) by all the gods, + As chaste as Ice; but were she foul as Hell + And I did know it, thus; the breath of Kings, + The points of Swords, Tortures nor Bulls of Brass, + Should draw it from me. + +_Phi_. Then 'tis no time to dally with thee; + I will take thy life, for I do hate thee; I could curse + thee now. + +_Bell_. If you do hate you could not curse me worse; + The gods have not a punishment in store + Greater for me, than is your hate. + +_Phi_. Fie, fie, so young and so dissembling; + Tell me when and where thou di[d]st enjoy her, + Or let plagues fall on me, if I destroy thee not. + +_Bell_. Heaven knows I never did: and when I lie + To save my life, may I live long and loath'd. + Hew me asunder, and whilst I can think + I'le love those pieces you have cut away, + Better than those that grow: and kiss these limbs, + Because you made 'em so. + +_Phi_. Fearest thou not death? + Can boys contemn that? + +_Bell_. Oh, what boy is he + Can be content to live to be a man + That sees the best of men thus passionate, thus + without reason? + +_Phi_. Oh, but thou dost not know what 'tis to die. + +_Bell_. Yes, I do know my Lord; + 'Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep, + A quiet resting from all jealousie; + A thing we all pursue; I know besides, + It is but giving over of a game that must be lost. + +_Phi_. But there are pains, false boy, + For perjur'd souls; think but on these, and then + Thy heart will melt, and thou wilt utter all. + +_Bell_. May they fall all upon me whilst I live, + If I be perjur'd, or have ever thought + Of that you charge me with; if I be false, + Send me to suffer in those punishments you speak of; + kill me. + +_Phi_. Oh, what should I do? + Why, who can but believe him? He does swear + So earnestly, that if it were not true, + The gods would not endure him. Rise _Bellario_, + Thy protestations are so deep; and thou + Dost look so truly, when thou utterest them, + That though I [know] 'em false, as were my hopes, + I cannot urge thee further; but thou wert + To blame to injure me, for I must love + Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon + Thy tender youth; A love from me to thee + Is firm, what ere thou dost: It troubles me + That I have call'd the blood out of thy cheeks, + That did so well become thee: but good boy + Let me not see thee more; something is done, + That will distract me, that will make me mad, + If I behold thee: if thou tender'st me, + Let me not see thee. + +_Bell_. I will fly as far + As there is morning, ere I give distaste + To that most honour'd mind. But through these tears + Shed at my hopeless parting, I can see + A world of Treason practis'd upon you, + And her and me. Farewel for evermore; + If you shall hear, that sorrow struck me dead, + And after find me Loyal, let there be + A tear shed from you in my memorie, + And I shall rest at peace. + + [_Exit_ Bel. + +_Phi_. Blessing be with thee, + What ever thou deserv'st. Oh, where shall I + Go bath thy body? Nature too unkind, + That made no medicine for a troubled mind! + + [_Exit_. Phi. + + _Enter_ Arethuse. + +_Are_. I marvel my boy comes not back again; + But that I know my love will question him + Over and over; how I slept, wak'd, talk'd; + How I remembred him when his dear name + Was last spoke, and how, when I sigh'd, wept, sung, + And ten thousand such; I should be angry at his stay. + + [_Enter _King. + +_King_. What are your meditations? who attends you? + +_Are_. None but my single self, I need no Guard, + I do no wrong, nor fear none. + +_King_. Tell me: have you not a boy? + +_Are_. Yes Sir. + +_King_. What kind of boy? + +_Are_. A Page, a waiting boy. + +_King_. A handsome boy? + +_Are_. I think he be not ugly: + Well qualified, and dutiful, I know him, + I took him not for beauty. + +_King_. He speaks, and sings and plays? + +_Are_. Yes Sir. + +_King_. About Eighteen? + +_Are_. I never ask'd his age. + +_King_. Is he full of service? + +_Are_. By your pardon why do you ask? + +_King_. Put him away. + +_Are_. Sir? + +_King_. Put him away, h'as done you that good service, + Shames me to speak of. + +_Are_. Good Sir let me understand you. + +_King_. If you fear me, shew it in duty; put away that boy. + +_Are_. Let me have reason for it Sir, and then + Your will is my command. + +_King_. Do not you blush to ask it? Cast him off, + Or I shall do the same to you. Y'are one + Shame with me, and so near unto my self, + That by my life, I dare not tell my self, + What you, my self have done. + +_Are_. What have I done my Lord? + +_King_. 'Tis a new language, that all love to learn, + The common people speak it well already, + They need no Grammer; understand me well, + There be foul whispers stirring; cast him off! + And suddenly do it: Farewel. + + [_Exit_ King. + +_Are_. Where may a Maiden live securely free, + Keeping her Honour safe? Not with the living, + They feed upon opinions, errours, dreams, + And make 'em truths: they draw a nourishment + Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces, + And when they see a vertue fortified + Strongly above the battery of their tongues; + Oh, how they cast to sink it; and defeated + (Soul sick with Poyson) strike the Monuments + Where noble names lie sleeping: till they sweat, + And the cold Marble melt. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. Peace to your fairest thoughts, dearest Mistress. + +_Are_. Oh, my dearest servant I have a War within me. + +_Phi_. He must be more than man, that makes these Crystals + Run into Rivers; sweetest fair, the cause; + And as I am your slave, tied to your goodness, + Your creature made again from what I was, + And newly spirited, I'le right your honours. + +_Are_. Oh, my best love; that boy! + +_Phi_. What boy? + +_Are_. The pretty boy you gave me. + +_Phi_. What of him? + +_Are_. Must be no more mine. + +_Phi_. Why? + +_Are_. They are jealous of him. + +_Phi_. Jealous, who? + +_Are_. The King. + +_Phi_. Oh, my fortune, + Then 'tis no idle jealousie. Let him go. + +_Are_. Oh cruel, are you hard hearted too? + Who shall now tell you, how much I lov'd you; + Who shall swear it to you, and weep the tears I send? + Who shall now bring you Letters, Rings, Bracelets, + Lose his health in service? wake tedious nights + In stories of your praise? Who shall sing + Your crying Elegies? And strike a sad soul + Into senseless Pictures, and make them mourn? + Who shall take up his Lute, and touch it, till + He crown a silent sleep upon my eye-lid, + Making me dream and cry, Oh my dear, dear _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. Oh my heart! + Would he had broken thee, that made thee know + This Lady was not Loyal. Mistress, forget + The boy, I'le get thee a far better. + +_Are_. Oh never, never such a boy again, as my _Bellario_. + +_Phi_. 'Tis but your fond affection. + +_Are_. With thee my boy, farewel for ever, + All secrecy in servants: farewel faith, + And all desire to do well for it self: + Let all that shall succeed thee, for thy wrongs, + Sell and betray chast love. + +_Phi_. And all this passion for a boy? + +_Are_. He was your boy, and you put him to me, + And the loss of such must have a mourning for. + +_Phi_. O thou forgetful woman! + +_Are_. How, my Lord? + +_Phi_. False _Arethusa_! + Hast thou a Medicine to restore my wits, + When I have lost 'em? If not, leave to talk, and do thus. + +_Are_. Do what Sir? would you sleep? + +_Phi_. For ever _Arethusa_. Oh you gods, + Give me a worthy patience; Have I stood + Naked, alone the shock of many fortunes? + Have I seen mischiefs numberless, and mighty + Grow li[k]e a sea upon me? Have I taken + Danger as stern as death into my bosom, + And laught upon it, made it but a mirth, + And flung it by? Do I live now like him, + Under this Tyrant King, that languishing + Hears his sad Bell, and sees his Mourners? Do I + Bear all this bravely, and must sink at length + Under a womans falshood? Oh that boy, + That cursed boy? None but a villain boy, to ease + your lust? + +_Are_. Nay, then I am betray'd, + I feel the plot cast for my overthrow; Oh I am wretched. + +_Phi_. Now you may take that little right I have + To this poor Kingdom; give it to your Joy, + For I have no joy in it. Some far place, + Where never womankind durst set her foot, + For bursting with her poisons, must I seek, + And live to curse you; + There dig a Cave, and preach to birds and beasts, + What woman is, and help to save them from you. + How heaven is in your eyes, but in your hearts, + More hell than hell has; how your tongues like Scorpions, + Both heal and poyson; how your thoughts are woven + With thousand changes in one subtle webb, + And worn so by you. How that foolish man, + That reads the story of a womans face, + And dies believing it, is lost for ever. + How all the good you have, is but a shadow, + I'th' morning with you, and at night behind you, + Past and forgotten. How your vows are frosts, + Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone. + How you are, being taken all together, + A meer confusion, and so dead a _Chaos_, + That love cannot distinguish. These sad Texts + Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. + So farewel all my wo, all my delight. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + +_Are_. Be merciful ye gods and strike me dead; + What way have I deserv'd this? make my breast + Transparent as pure Crystal, that the world + Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought + My heart holds. Where shall a woman turn her eyes, + To find out constancy? Save me, how black, + + [_Enter_ Bell. + + And guilty (me thinks) that boy looks now? + Oh thou dissembler, that before thou spak'st + Wert in thy cradle false? sent to make lies, + And betray Innocents; thy Lord and thou, + May glory in the ashes of a Maid + Fool'd by her passion; but the conquest is + Nothing so great as wicked. Fly away, + Let my command force thee to that, which shame + Would do without it. If thou understoodst + The loathed Office thou hast undergone, + Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, + Lest men should dig and find thee. + +_Bell_. Oh what God + Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease + Into the noblest minds? Madam this grief + You add unto me is no more than drops + To seas, for which they are not seen to swell; + My Lord had struck his anger through my heart, + And let out all the hope of future joyes, + You need not bid me fly, I came to part, + To take my latest leave, Farewel for ever; + I durst not run away in honesty, + From such a Lady, like a boy that stole, + Or made some grievous fault; the power of gods + Assist you in your sufferings; hasty time + Reveal the truth to your abused Lord, + And mine: That he may know your worth: whilst I + Go seek out some forgotten place to die. + + [_Exit_ Bell. + +_Are_. Peace guide thee, th'ast overthrown me once, + Yet if I had another _Troy_ to lose, + Thou or another villain with thy looks, + Might talk me out of it, and send me naked, + My hair dishevel'd through the fiery streets. + + [ _Enter a_ Lady + +_La_. Madam, the King would hunt, and calls for you + With earnestness. + +_Are_. I am in tune to hunt! + _Diana_ if thou canst rage with a maid, + As with a man, let me discover thee + Bathing, and turn me to a fearful Hind, + That I may die pursu'd by cruel Hounds, + And have my story written in my wounds. + + [_Exeunt_. + + + + _Actus Quartus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ King, Pharamond, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra, + Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, _and Attendants_. + +_K_. What, are the Hounds before, and all the woodmen? + Our horses ready, and our bows bent? + +_Di_. All Sir. + +_King_. Y'are cloudy Sir, come we have forgotten + Your venial trespass, let not that sit heavy + Upon your spirit; none dare utter it. + +_Di_. He looks like an old surfeited Stallion after his leaping, + dull as a Dormouse: see how he sinks; the wench has shot + him between wind and water, and I hope sprung a leak. + +_Thra_. He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough; his + greatest fault is, he Hunts too much in the Purlues, + would he would leave off Poaching. + +_Di_. And for his horn, has left it at the Lodge where he + lay late; Oh, he's a precious Lime-hound; turn him loose + upon the pursuit of a Lady, and if he lose her, hang him + up i'th' slip. When my Fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I'le + borrow him. + +_King_. Is your Boy turn'd away? + +_Are_. You did command Sir, and I obey you. + +_King_. 'Tis well done: Hark ye further. + +_Cle_. Is't possible this fellow should repent? Me thinks that + were not noble in him: and yet he looks like a mortified + member, as if he had a sick mans Salve in's mouth. If + a worse man had done this fault now, some Physical + Justice or other, would presently (without the help of + an Almanack) have opened the obstructions of his + Liver, and let him bloud with a Dog-whip. + +_Di_. See, see, how modestly your Lady looks, as if she came + from Churching with her Neighbour; why, what a Devil + can a man see in her face, but that she's honest? + +_Pha_. Troth no great matter to speak of, a foolish twinkling + with the eye, that spoils her Coat; but he must be a + cunning Herald that finds it. + +_Di_. See how they Muster one another! O there's a Rank + Regiment where the Devil carries the Colours, and his Dam + Drum major, now the world and the flesh come behind with + the Carriage. + +_Cle_. Sure this Lady has a good turn done her against her + will: before she was common talk, now none dare say, + Cantharides can stir her, her face looks like a Warrant, + willing and commanding all Tongues, as they will answer it, + to be tied up and bolted when this Lady means to let her + self loose. As I live she has got her a goodly protection, + and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly, for her + healths sake, once a week, excepting Lent and Dog-days: + Oh if they were to be got for mony, what a great sum would + come out of the City for these Licences? + +_King_. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning, Gentlemen. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter two_ Woodmen. + +_1 Wood_.What, have you lodged the Deer? + +_2 Wood_. Yes, they are ready for the Bow. + +_1 Wood_. Who shoots? + +_2 Wood_. The Princess. + +_1 Wood_. No she'l Hunt. + +_2 Wood_. She'l take a Stand I say. + +_1 Wood_. Who else? + +_2 Wood_. Why the young stranger Prince. + +_1 Wood_. He shall Shoot in a Stone-bow for me. I never + lov'd his beyond-sea-ship, since he forsook the Say, + for paying Ten shillings: he was there at the fall of a + Deer, and would needs (out of his mightiness) give Ten + groats for the Dowcers; marry the Steward would have + had the Velvet-head into the bargain, to Turf his Hat + withal: I think he should love Venery, he is an old Sir + _Tristram_; for if you be remembred, he forsook the + Stagg once, to strike a Rascal Milking in a Medow, and + her he kill'd in the eye. Who shoots else? + +_2 Wood_. The Lady _Galatea_. + +_1 Wood_. That's a good wench, and she would not chide us + for tumbling of her women in the Brakes. She's liberal, + and by my Bow they say she's honest, and whether that + be a fault, I have nothing to do. There's all? + +_2 Wood_. No, one more, _Megra_. + +_1 Wood_. That's a firker I'faith boy; there's a wench will + Ride her Haunces as hard after a Kennel of Hounds, as a + Hunting-saddle; and when she comes home, get 'em clapt, + and all is well again. I have known her lose her self + three times in one Afternoon (if the Woods had been + answerable) and it has been work enough for one man + to find her, and he has sweat for it. She Rides well, and + she payes well. Hark, let's go. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. Oh, that I had been nourished in these woods + With Milk of Goats, and Acorns, and not known + The right of Crowns, nor the dissembling Trains + Of Womens looks; but dig'd my self a Cave, + Where I, my Fire, my Cattel, and my Bed + Might have been shut together in one shed; + And then had taken me some Mountain Girl, + Beaten with Winds, chast as the hardened Rocks + Whereon she dwells; that might have strewed my Bed + With leaves, and Reeds, and with the Skins of beasts + Our Neighbours; and have born at her big breasts + My large course issue. This had been a life free + from vexation. + + [ _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. Oh wicked men! + An innocent man may walk safe among beasts, + Nothing assaults me here. See, my griev'd Lord + Sits as his soul were searching out a way, + To leave his body. Pardon me that must + Break thy last commandment; For I must speak; + You that are griev'd can pity; hear my Lord. + +_Phi_. Is there a Creature yet so miserable, + That I can pity? + +_Bell_. Oh my Noble Lord, + View my strange fortune, and bestow on me, + According to your bounty (if my service + Can merit nothing) so much as may serve + To keep that little piece I hold of life + From cold and hunger. + +_Phi_. Is it thou? be gone: + Go sell those misbeseeming Cloaths thou wear'st, + And feed thy self with them. + +_Bell_. Alas! my Lord, I can get nothing for them: + The silly Country people think 'tis Treason + To touch such gay things. + +_Phi_. Now by my life this is + Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight, + Th'art fain again to thy dissembling trade: + How should'st thou think to cozen me again? + Remains there yet a plague untri'd for me? + Even so thou wept'st and spok'st when first + I took thee up; curse on the time. If thy + Commanding tears can work on any other, + Use thy art, I'le not betray it. Which way + Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee; + For thine eyes are poyson to mine; and I + Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way? + +_Bell_. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have + That path in chase that leads unto my grave. + + [_Exeunt_ Phil. _and_ Bell. _severally_. + + _Enter_ Dion _and the_ Woodmen. + +_Di_. This is the strangest sudden change! You _Woodman_. + +_1 Wood_. My Lord _Dion_. + +_Di_. Saw you a Lady come this way on a Sable-horse + stubbed with stars of white? + +_2 Wood_. Was she not young and tall? + +_Di_. Yes; Rode she to the wood, or to the plain? + +_2 Wood_. Faith my Lord we saw none. + + [_Exeunt_ Wood. + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Di_. Pox of your questions then. What, is she found? + +_Cle_. Nor will be I think. + +_Di_. Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray + about a little necessary natural business, but the + whole Court must be in Arms; when she has done, we + shall have peace. + +_Cle_. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst + us; some say her Horse run away with her; some a Wolf + pursued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that + Armed men were seen in the Wood: but questionless, she + rode away willingly. + + _Enter_ King, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_King_. Where is she? + +_Cle_. Sir, I cannot tell. + +_King_. How is that? Answer me so again. + +_Cle_. Sir, shall I lie? + +_King_. Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that; + I say again, where is she? Mutter not; + Sir, speak you where is she? + +_Di_. Sir, I do not know. + +_King_. Speak that again so boldly, and by Heaven + It is thy last. You fellows answer me, + Where is she? Mark me all, I am your King. + I wish to see my Daughter, shew her me; + I do command you all, as you are subjects, + To shew her me, what am I not your King? + If I, then am I not to be obeyed? + +_Di_. Yes, if you command things possible and honest. + +_King_. Things possible and honest! Hear me, thou, + Thou Traytor, that darest confine thy King to things + Possible and honest; shew her me, + Or let me perish, if I cover not all _Cicily_ with bloud. + +_Di_. Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me where she is. + +_King_. You have betray'd me, y'have, let me lose + The Jewel of my life, go; bring her me, + And set her before me; 'tis the King + Will have it so, whose breath can still the winds, + Uncloud the Sun, charm down the swelling Sea, + And stop the Flouds of Heaven; speak, can it not? + +_Di_. No. + +_King_. No, cannot the breath of Kings do this? + +_Di_. No; nor smell sweet it self, if once the Lungs + Be but corrupted. + +_King_. Is it so? Take heed. + +_Di_. Sir, take you heed; how you dare the powers + That must be just. + +_King_. Alas! what are we Kings? + Why do you gods place us above the rest; + To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd till we + Believe we hold within our hands your Thunder, + And when we come to try the power we have, + There's not a leaf shakes at our threatnings. + I have sin'd 'tis true, and here stand to be punish'd; + Yet would not thus be punish'd; let me chuse + My way, and lay it on. + +_Di_. He Articles with the gods; would some body would + draw bonds, for the performance of Covenants + betwixt them. + + _Enter_ Pha. Galatea, _and_ Megra. + +_King_. What, is she found? + +_Pha_. No, we have ta'ne her Horse. + He gallopt empty by: there's some Treason; + You _Galatea_ rode with her into the wood; why left + you her? + +_Gal_. She did command me. + +_King_. Command! you should not. + +_Gal_. 'Twould ill become my Fortunes and my Birth + To disobey the Daughter of my King. + +_King_. Y'are all cunning to obey us for our hurt, + But I will have her. + +_Pha_. If I have her not, + By this hand there shall be no more _Cicily_. + +_Di_. What will he carry it to _Spain_ in's pocket? + +_Pha_. I will not leave one man alive, but the King, + A Cook and a Taylor. + +_Di_. Yet you may do well to spare your Ladies Bed-fellow, + and her you may keep for a Spawner. + +_King_. I see the injuries I have done must be reveng'd. + +_Di_. Sir, this is not the way to find her out. + +_King_. Run all, disperse your selves: the man that finds her, + Or (if she be kill'd) the Traytor; I'le [make] him great. + +_Di_. I know some would give five thousand pounds to find her. + +_Pha_. Come let us seek. + +_King_. Each man a several way, here I my self. + +_Di_. Come Gentlemen we here. + +_Cle_. Lady you must go search too. + +_Meg_. I had rather be search'd my self. + + [_Exeunt omnes_. + + _Enter_ Arethusa. + +_Are_. Where am I now? Feet find me out a way, + Without the counsel of my troubled head, + I'le follow you boldly about these woods, + O're mountains, thorow brambles, pits, and flouds: + Heaven I hope will ease me. I am sick. + + _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. Yonder's my Lady; Heaven knows I want nothing; + Because I do not wish to live, yet I + Will try her Charity. Oh hear, you that have plenty, + From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground; see, + The lively red is gone to guard her heart; + I fear she faints. Madam look up, she breaths not; + Open once more those rosie twins, and send + Unto my Lord, your latest farewell; Oh, she stirs: + How is it Madam? Speak comfort. + +_Are_. 'Tis not gently done, + To put me in a miserable life, + And hold me there; I pray thee let me go, + I shall do best without thee; I am well. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phil_. I am to blame to be so much in rage, + I'le tell her coolely, when and where I heard + This killing truth. I will be temperate + In speaking, and as just in hearing. + Oh monstrous! Tempt me not ye gods, good gods + Tempt not a frail man, what's he, that has a heart + But he must ease it here? + +_Bell_. My Lord, help the Princess. + +_Are_. I am well, forbear. + +_Phi_. Let me love lightning, let me be embrac'd + And kist by Scorpions, or adore the eyes + Of Basilisks, rather than trust to tongues, + And shrink these veins up; stick me here a stone + Lasting to ages in the memory + Of this damn'd act. Hear me you wicked ones, + You have put the hills on fire into this breast, + Not to be quench'd with tears, for which may guilt + Sit on your bosoms; at your meals, and beds, + Despair await you: what, before my face? + Poyson of Aspes between your lips; Diseases + Be your best issues; Nature make a Curse + And throw it on you. + +_Are_. Dear _Philaster_, leave + To be enrag'd, and hear me. + + _Phi_. I have done; + Forgive my passion, not the calm'd sea, + When _Æolus_ locks up his windy brood, + Is less disturb'd than I, I'le make you know it. + Dear _Arethusa_, do but take this sword, + And search how temperate a heart I have; + Then you and this your boy, may live and raign + In lust without control; Wilt thou _Bellario_? + I prethee kill me; thou art poor, and maist + Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead: + This way were freer; Am I raging now? + If I were mad I should desire to live; + Sirs, feel my pulse; whether have you known + A man in a more equal tune to die? + +_Bel_. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmans time, + So does your tongue. + +_Phi_. You will not kill me then? + +_Are_. Kill you? + +_Bell_. Not for a world. + +_Phi_. I blame not thee, + _Bellario_; thou hast done but that, which gods + Would have transform'd themselves to do; be gone, + Leave me without reply; this is the last + Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword; + Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two + Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or suffer. + +_Are_. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall + Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. + Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders, + No jealousies in the other world, no ill there? + +_Phi_. No. + + _Are_. Shew me then the way. + +_Phi_. Then guide + My feeble hand, you that have power to do it, + For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth + Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers + Short and effectual reconcile you to it. + +_Are_. I am prepared. + + _Enter a_ Country-fellow. + +_Coun_. I'le see the King if he be in the Forest, I have hunted + him these two hours; if I should come home and not + see him my Sisters would laugh at me; I can see nothing + but people better horst than my self, that outride + me; I can hear nothing but shouting. These Kings had + need of good brains, this whooping is able to put a mean + man out of his wits. There's a Courtier with his sword + drawn, by this hand upon a woman, I think. + +_Phi_. Are you at peace? + +_Are_. With Heavens and Earth. + +_Phi_. May they divide thy soul and body? + +_Coun_. Hold dastard, strike a Woman! th'art a craven I + warrant thee, thou wouldst be loth to play half a dozen + of venies at wasters with a good fellow for a broken head. + +_Phi_. Leave us good friend. + +_Are_. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy self + Upon our private sports, our recreations? + +_Coun_. God 'uds, I understand you not, but I know the + Rogue has hurt you. + +_Phi_. Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill + To multiply bloud upon my head; which thou wilt + force me to. + + _Coun_. I know not your Rhetorick, but I can lay it on + if you touch the woman. + + [_They fight_. + +_Phi_. Slave, take what thou deservest. + +_Are_. Heavens guard my Lord. + +_Coun_. Oh do you breath? + +_Phi_. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt. + The gods take part against me, could this Boor + Have held me thus else? I must shift for life, + Though I do loath it. I would find a course, + To lose it, rather by my will than force. + + [_Exit_ Phil. + +_Coun_. I cannot follow the Rogue. I pray thee wench + come and kiss me now. + + _Enter_ Phara. Dion, Cle. Thra. _and_ Woodmen. + +_Pha_. What art thou? + +_Coun_. Almost kil'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave + has hurt her. + +_Pha_. The Princess Gentlemen! Where's the wound Madam? + Is it dangerous? + +_Are_. He has not hurt me. + +_Coun_. I'faith she lies, has hurt her in the breast, look else. + +_Pha_. O sacred spring of innocent blood! + +_Di_. 'Tis above wonder! who should dare this? + +_Are_. I felt it not. + +_Pha_. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess? + +_Coun_. Is it the Princess? + +_Di_. I. + +_Coun_. Then I have seen something yet. + +_Pha_. But who has hurt her? + +_Coun_. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I. + +_Pha_. Madam who did it? + +_Are_. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not, + And do forgive him. + +_Coun_. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fathers + old Fox flie about his ears. + +_Pha_. How will you have me kill him? + +_Are_. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow. + +_Pha_. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger + than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat. + +_Are_. Nay, good Sir; + If you do take him, bring him quick to me, + And I will study for a punishment, + Great as his fault. + +_Pha_. I will. + +_Are_. But swear. + +_Pha_. By all my love I will: Woodmen conduct the Princess + to the King, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing: + Come Gentlemen, we'l follow the chase close. + + [_Ex_. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. _and_ 1 Woodman. + +_Coun_. I pray you friend let me see the King. + +_2 Wood_.That you shall, and receive thanks. + + [_Exeunt_. + +_Coun_. If I get clear with this, I'le go see no more gay sights. + + _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. A heaviness near death sits on my brow, + And I must sleep: Bear me thou gentle bank, + For ever if thou wilt: you sweet ones all, + Let me unworthy press you: I could wish + I rather were a Coarse strewed o're with you, + Than quick above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes, + And I am giddy; Oh that I could take + So sound a sleep, that I might never wake. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. I have done ill, my conscience calls me false, + To strike at her, that would not strike at me: + When I did fight, me thought I heard her pray + The gods to guard me. She may be abus'd, + And I a loathed villain: if she be, + She will conceal who hurt her; He has wounds, + And cannot follow, neither knows he me. + Who's this; _Bellario_ sleeping? If thou beest + Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep + + [_Cry within_. + + Should be so sound, and mine, whom thou hast wrong'd, + So broken: Hark I am pursued: you gods + I'le take this offer'd means of my escape: + They have no mark to know me, but my wounds, + If she be true; if false, let mischief light + On all the world at once. Sword, print my wounds + Upon this sleeping boy: I ha' none I think + Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. + + [_Wounds him_. + +_Bell_. Oh death I hope is come, blest be that hand, + It meant me well; again, for pities sake. + +_Phi_. I have caught my self, + + [Phi. _falls_. + + The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight. Here, here, + Is he that stroke thee: take thy full revenge, + Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death: + I'le teach thee to revenge this luckless hand + Wounded the Princess, tell my followers + Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, + And I will second thee: Get a reward. + +_Bell_. Fly, fly my Lord and save your self. + +_Phi_. How's this? + Wouldst thou I should be safe? + +_Bell_. Else it were vain + For me to live. These little wounds I have, + Ha' not bled much, reach me that noble hand, + I'le help to cover you. + +_Phi_. Art thou true to me? + +_Bell_. Or let me perish loath'd. Come my good Lord, + Creep in amongst those bushes: who does know + But that the gods may save your (much lov'd) breath? + +_Phi_. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, + That I have wounded thee: what wilt thou do? + +_Bell_. Shift for my self well: peace, I hear 'em come. + +_Within_. Follow, follow, follow; that way they went. + +_Bell_. With my own wounds I'le bloudy my own sword. + I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows, + That I can stand no longer. + + _Enter_ Pha. Dion, Cle. _and_ Thra. + +_Pha_. To this place we have tract him by his bloud. + +_Cle_. Yonder, my Lord, creeps one away. + +_Di_. Stay Sir, what are you? + +_Bell_. A wretched creature wounded in these Woods + By Beasts; relieve me, if your names be men, + Or I shall perish. + +_Di_. This is he my Lord, + Upon my soul that hurt her; 'tis the boy, + That wicked boy that serv'd her. + +_Pha_. O thou damn'd in thy creation! + What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the Princess? + +_Bell_. Then I am betrayed. + +_Di_. Betrayed! no, apprehended. + +_Bell_. I confess; + Urge it no more, that big with evil thoughts + I set upon her, and did take my aim + Her death. For charity let fall at once + The punishment you mean, and do not load + This weary flesh with tortures. + +_Pha_. I will know who hir'd thee to this deed? + +_Bell_. Mine own revenge. + +_Pha_. Revenge, for what? + +_Bell_. It pleas'd her to receive + Me as her Page, and when my fortunes ebb'd, + That men strid o're them carelesly, she did showr + Her welcome graces on me, and did swell + My fortunes, till they overflow'd their banks, + Threatning the men that crost 'em; when as swift + As storms arise at sea, she turn'd her eyes + To burning Suns upon me, and did dry + The streams she had bestowed, leaving me worse + And more contemn'd than other little brooks, + Because I had been great: In short, I knew + I could not live, and therefore did desire + To die reveng'd. + +_Pha_. If tortures can be found, + Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel + The utmost rigour. + + [Philaster _creeps out of a bush_. + +_Cle_. Help to lead him hence. + +_Phi_. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence, + Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely? + +_Pha_. Who's that? + +_Di_. 'Tis the Lord _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. 'Tis not the treasure of all Kings in one, + The wealth of _Tagus_, nor the Rocks of Pearl, + That pave the Court of _Neptune_, can weigh down + That vertue. It was I that hurt the Princess. + Place me, some god, upon a _Piramis_, + Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice + Loud as your Thunder to me, that from thence, + I may discourse to all the under-world, + The worth that dwells in him. + +_Pha_. How's this? + +_Bell_. My Lord, some man + Weary of life, that would be glad to die. + +_Phi_. Leave these untimely courtesies _Bellario_. + +_Bell_. Alas he's mad, come will you lead me on? + +_Phi_. By all the Oaths that men ought most to keep: + And Gods do punish most, when men do break, + He toucht her not. Take heed _Bellario_, + How thou dost drown the vertues thou hast shown + With perjury. By all that's good 'twas I: + You know she stood betwixt me and my right. + +_Pha_. Thy own tongue be thy judge. + +_Cle_. It was _Philaster_. + +_Di_. Is't not a brave boy? + Well Sirs, I fear we were all deceived. + +_Phi_. Have I no friend here? + +_Di_. Yes. + +_Phi_. Then shew it; + Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer. + Would you have tears shed for you when you die? + Then lay me gentle on his neck that there + I may weep flouds, and breath out my spirit: + 'Tis not the wealth of _Plutus_, nor the gold + Lockt in the heart of earth, can buy away + This arm-full from me, this had been a ransom + To have redeem'd the great _Augustus Caesar_, + Had he been taken: you hard-hearted men, + More stony than these Mountains, can you see + Such clear pure bloud drop, and not cut your flesh + To stop his life? To bind whose better wounds, + Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears, + Bath 'em. Forgive me, thou that art the wealth of + poor _Philaster_. + + [_Enter_ King, Arethusa _and a_ Guard. + +_King_. Is the villain ta'ne? + +_Pha_. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but say it was + _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. Question it no more, it was. + +_King_. The fellow that did fight with him will tell us. + +_Are_. Ay me, I know he will. + +_King_. Did not you know him? + +_Are_. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised. + +_Phi_. I was so. Oh my stars! that I should live still. + +_King_. Thou ambitious fool; + Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life; + Now I do mean to do, I'le leave to talk, bear him + to prison. + +_Are_. Sir, they did plot together to take hence + This harmless life; should it pass unreveng'd, + I should to earth go weeping: grant me then + (By all the love a Father bears his Child) + Their custodies, and that I may appoint + Their tortures and their death. + +_Di_. Death? soft, our Law will not reach that, for this fault. + +_King_. 'Tis granted, take 'em to you, with a Guard. + Come Princely _Pharamond_, this business past, + We may with more security go on to your intended match. + +_Cle_. I pray that this action lose not _Philaster_ the hearts + of the people. + +_Di_. Fear it not, their overwise heads will think it but a trick. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + + + _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_Thra_. Has the King sent for him to death? + +_Di_. Yes, but the King must know, 'tis not in + his power to war with Heaven. + +_Cle_. We linger time; the King sent for _Philaster_ and the + Headsman an hour ago. + +_Thra_. Are all his wounds well? + +_Di_. All they were but scratches; but the loss of bloud + made him faint. + +_Cle_. We dally Gentlemen. + +_Thra_. Away. + +_Di_. We'l scuffle hard before he perish. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ Philaster, Arethusa, _and_ Bellario. + +_Are_. Nay dear _Philaster_ grieve not, we are well. + +_Bell_. Nay good my Lord forbear, we are wondrous well. + +_Phi_. Oh _Arethusa_! O _Bellario_! leave to be kind: + I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from + Earth, If you continue so; I am a man, + False to a pair of the most trusty ones + That ever earth bore, can it bear us all? + Forgive and leave me, but the King hath sent + To call me to my death, Oh shew it me, + And then forget me: And for thee my boy, + I shall deliver words will mollifie + The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. + +_Bell_. Alas my Lord, my life is not a thing + Worthy your noble thoughts; 'tis not a life, + 'Tis but a piece of child-hood thrown away: + Should I out-live, I shall then out-live + Vertue and honour. And when that day comes, + If ever I should close these eyes but once, + May I live spotted for my perjury, + And waste my limbs to nothing. + +_Are_. And I (the woful'st maid as ever was, + Forc'd with my hands to bring my Lord to death) + Do by the honour of a Virgin swear, + To tell no hours beyond it. + +_Phi_. Make me not hated so. + +_Are_. Come from this prison, all joyful to our deaths. + +_Phi_. People will tear me when they find you true + To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath'd. + Injoy your Kingdoms peaceably, whil'st I + For ever sleep forgotten with my faults, + Every just servant, every maid in love + Will have a piece of me if you be true. + +_Are_. My dear Lord say not so. + +_Bell_. A piece of you? + He was not born of women that can cut it and look on. + +_Phi_. Take me in tears betwixt you, + For my heart will break with shame and sorrow. + +_Are_. Why 'tis well. + +_Bell_. Lament no more. + +_Phi_. What would you have done + If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found + My life no price, compar'd to yours? For love Sirs, + Deal with me truly. + +_Bell_. 'Twas mistaken, Sir. + +_Phi_. Why if it were? + +_Bell_. Then Sir we would have ask'd you pardon. + +_Phi_. And have hope to enjoy it? + +_Are_. Injoy it? I. + +_Phi_. Would you indeed? be plain. + +_Bell_. We would my Lord. + +_Phi_. Forgive me then. + +_Are_. So, so. + +_Bell_. 'Tis as it should be now. + +_Phi_. Lead to my death. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ King, Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_King_. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince? + +_Cle_. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City, + And the new Platform, with some Gentlemen + Attending on him. + +_King_. Is the Princess ready + To bring her prisoner out? + +_Thra_. She waits your Grace. + +_King_. Tell her we stay. + +_Di_. King, you may be deceiv'd yet: + The head you aim at cost more setting on + Than to be lost so slightly: If it must off + Like a wild overflow, that soops before him + A golden Stack, and with it shakes down Bridges, + Cracks the strong hearts of _Pines_, whose Cable roots + Held out a thousand Storms, a thousand Thunders, + And so made mightier, takes whole Villages + Upon his back, and in that heat of pride, + Charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces, + And layes them desolate: so shall thy head, + Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands + That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice, + In thy red ruines. + + _Enter_ Phil. Are. _and_ Bell, _in a Robe and Garland_. + +_King_. How now, what Mask is this? + +_Bell_. Right Royal Sir, I should + Sing you an Epithalamium of these lovers, + But having lost my best ayres with my fortunes, + And wanting a celestial Harp to strike + This blessed union on; thus in glad story + I give you all. These two fair Cedar-branches, + The noblest of the Mountain, where they grew + Straightest and tallest, under whose still shades + The worthier beasts have made their layers, and slept + Free from the _Syrian_ Star, and the fell Thunder-stroke, + Free from the Clouds, when they were big with humour, + And delivered in thousand spouts, their issues to + the earth: O there was none but silent quiet there! + Till never pleas'd fortune shot up shrubs, + Base under brambles to divorce these branches; + And for a while they did so, and did raign + Over the Mountain, and choakt up his beauty + With Brakes, rude Thornes and Thistles, till thy Sun + Scorcht them even to the roots, and dried them there: + And now a gentle gale hath blown again + That made these branches meet, and twine together, + Never to be divided: The god that sings + His holy numbers over marriage beds, + Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand + Your Children mighty King, and I have done. + +_King_. How, how? + +_Are_. Sir, if you love it in plain truth, + For there is no Masking in't; This Gentleman + The prisoner that you gave me is become + My keeper, and through all the bitter throws + Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him, + Thus nobly hath he strangled, and at length + Arriv'd here my dear Husband. + +_King_. Your dear Husband! call in + The Captain of the Cittadel; There you shall keep + Your Wedding. I'le provide a Mask shall make + Your Hymen turn his Saffron into a sullen Coat, + And sing sad Requiems to your departing souls: + Bloud shall put out your Torches, and instead + Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks, + An Ax shall hang like a prodigious Meteor + Ready to crop your loves sweets. Hear you gods: + From this time do I shake all title off, + Of Father to this woman, this base woman, + And what there is of vengeance, in a Lion + Cast amongst Dogs, or rob'd of his dear young, + The same inforc't more terrible, more mighty, + Expect from me. + +_Are_. Sir, + By that little life I have left to swear by, + There's nothing that can stir me from my self. + What I have done, I have done without repentance, + For death can be no Bug-bear unto me, + So long as _Pharamond_ is not my headsman. + +_Di_. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy maid + When ere thou dyest; for this time I'le excuse thee, + Or be thy Prologue. + +_Phi_. Sir, let me speak next, + And let my dying words be better with you + Than my dull living actions; if you aime + At the dear life of this sweet Innocent, + Y'are a Tyrant and a savage Monster; + Your memory shall be as foul behind you + As you are living, all your better deeds + Shall be in water writ, but this in Marble: + No Chronicle shall speak you, though your own, + But for the shame of men. No Monument + (Though high and big as _Pelion_) shall be able + To cover this base murther; make it rich + With Brass, with purest Gold, and shining Jasper, + Like the Pyramids, lay on Epitaphs, + Such as make great men gods; my little marble + (That only cloaths my ashes, not my faults) + Shall far out shine it: And for after issues + Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, + That they will give you more, for your mad rage + To cut off, unless it be some Snake, or something + Like your self, that in his birth shall strangle you. + Remember, my Father King; there was a fault, + But I forgive it: let that sin perswade you + To love this Lady. If you have a soul, + Think, save her, and be saved, for my self, + I have so long expected this glad hour, + So languisht under you, and daily withered, + That heaven knows it is my joy to dye, + I find a recreation in't. + + _Enter a_ Messenger. + +_Mess_. Where's the King? + +_King_. Here. + +_Mess_. Get you to your strength, + And rescue the Prince _Pharamond_ from danger, + He's taken prisoner by the Citizens, + Fearing the Lord _Philaster_. + +_Di_. Oh brave followers; + Mutiny, my fine dear Country-men, mutiny, + Now my brave valiant foremen, shew your weapons + In honour of your Mistresses. + + [_Enter another_ Messenger. + +_Mess_. Arm, arm, arm. + +_King_. A thousand devils take 'em. + +_Di_. A thousand blessings on 'em. + +_Mess_. Arm O King, the City is in mutiny, + Led by an old Gray Ruffin, who comes on + In rescue of the Lord _Philaster_. + + [_Exit with_ Are. Phi. Bell. + +_King_. Away to the Cittadel, I'le see them safe, + And then cope with these Burgers: Let the Guard + And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance. + + [_Ex. King_. + + [_Manent_ Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline. + +_Cle_. The City up! this was above our wishes. + +_Di_. I and the Marriage too; by my life, + This noble Lady has deceiv'd us all, a plague upon my + self; a thousand plagues, for having such unworthy + thoughts of her dear honour: O I could beat my self, + or do you beat me and I'le beat you, for we had all one + thought. + +_Cle_. No, no, 'twill but lose time. + +_Di_. You say true, are your swords sharp? Well my dear + Country-men, what ye lack, if you continue and fall + not back upon the first broken shin, I'le have you + chronicled, and chronicled, and cut and chronicled + and all to be prais'd, and sung in Sonnets, and bath'd + in new brave Ballads, that all tongues shall troule you + _in Saecula Saeculorum_ my kind Can-carriers. + +_Thra_. What if a toy take 'em i'th' heels now, and they + run all away, and cry the Devil take the hindmost? + +_Di_. Then the same Devil take the foremost too, and + sowce him for his breakfast; if they all prove + Cowards, my curses fly amongst them and be + speeding. May they have Murreins raign to keep + the Gentlemen at home unbound in easie freeze: + May the Moths branch their Velvets, and their + Silks only be worn before sore eyes. May their false + lights undo 'em, and discover presses, holes, stains, + and oldness in their Stuffs, and make them shop-rid: + May they keep Whores and Horses, and break; and + live mued up with necks of Beef and Turnips: May + they have many children, and none like the Father: + May they know no language but that gibberish they + prattle to their Parcels, unless it be the goarish Latine + they write in their bonds, and may they write that + false, and lose their debts. + + _Enter the_ King. + +_King_. Now the vengeance of all the gods confound them; + how they swarm together! what a hum they raise; + Devils choak your wilde throats; If a man had need + to use their valours, he must pay a Brokage for it, + and then bring 'em on, they will fight like sheep. + 'Tis _Philaster_, none but _Philaster_ must allay + this heat: They will not hear me speak, but fling + dirt at me, and call me Tyrant. Oh run dear friend, + and bring the Lord _Philaster_: speak him fair, call + him Prince, do him all the courtesie you can, + commend me to him. Oh my wits, my wits! + + [_Exit_ Cle. + +_Di_. Oh my brave Countrymen! as I live, I will not buy + a pin out of your walls for this; Nay, you shall cozen + me, and I'le thank you; and send you Brawn and + Bacon, and soil you every long vacation a brace of + foremen, that at _Michaelmas_ shall come up fat + and kicking. + +_King_. What they will do with this poor Prince, the gods + know, and I fear. + +_Di_. Why Sir: they'l flea him, and make Church Buckets + on's skin to squench rebellion, then clap a rivet in's + sconce, and hang him up for a sign. + + _Enter_ Cleremont _with_ Philaster. + +_King_. O worthy Sir forgive me, do not make + Your miseries and my faults meet together, + To bring a greater danger. Be your self, + Still sound amongst Diseases, I have wrong'd you, + And though I find it last, and beaten to it, + Let first your goodness know it. Calm the people, + And be what you were born to: take your love, + And with her my repentance, and my wishes, + And all my prayers, by the gods my heart speaks this: + And if the least fall from me not perform'd, + May I be struck with Thunder. + +_Phi_. Mighty Sir, + I will not do your greatness so much wrong, + As not to make your word truth; free the Princess, + And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock + Of this mad Sea breach, which I'le either turn + Or perish with it. + +_King_. Let your own word free them. + +_Phi_. Then thus I take my leave kissing your hand, + And hanging on your Royal word: be Kingly, + And be not moved Sir, I shall bring your peace, + Or never bring my self back. + +_King_. All the gods go with thee. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + _Enter an old Captain and Citizens with_ Pharamond. + +_Cap_. Come my brave Mirmidons let's fall on, let our caps + Swarm my boys, and you nimble tongues forget your mothers + Gibberish, of what do you lack, and set your mouths + Up Children, till your Pallats fall frighted half a + Fathom, past the cure of Bay-salt and gross Pepper. + And then cry _Philaster_, brave _Philaster_, + Let _Philaster_ be deeper in request, my ding-dongs, + My pairs of dear Indentures, King of Clubs, + Than your cold water Chamblets or your paintings + Spitted with Copper; let not your hasty Silks, + Or your branch'd Cloth of Bodkin, or your Tishues, + Dearly belov'd of spiced Cake and Custard, + Your Robin-hoods scarlets and Johns, tie your affections + In darkness to your shops; no, dainty Duckers, + Up with your three pil'd spirits, your wrought valours. + And let your un-cut Coller make the King feel + The measure of your mightiness _Philaster_. + Cry my Rose nobles, cry. + +_All_. Philaster, Philaster. + +_Cap_. How do you like this my Lord Prince, these are + mad boys, I tell you, these are things that will not + strike their top-sayles to a Foist. And let a man of + war, an Argosie hull and cry Cockles. + +_Pha_. Why you rude slave, do you know what you do? + +_Cap_. My Pretty Prince of Puppets, we do know, + And give your greatness warning, that you talk + No more such Bugs-words, or that soldred Crown + Shall be scratch'd with a Musket: Dear Prince Pippen, + Down with your noble bloud; or as I live, + I'le have you codled: let him lose my spirits, + Make us a round Ring with your Bills my Hectors, + And let us see what this trim man dares do. + Now Sir, have at you; here I [lie], + And with this swashing blow, do you swear Prince; + I could hulk your Grace, and hang you up cross-leg'd, + Like a Hare at a Poulters, and do this with this wiper. + +_Pha_. You will not see me murder'd wicked Villains? + +_1 Cit_. Yes indeed will we Sir, we have not seen one fo[r] + a great while. + +_Capt_. He would have weapons would he? give him a + Broad-side my brave boyes with your pikes, branch me + his skin in Flowers like a Satin, and between every + Flower a mortal cut, your Royalty shall ravel, jag him + Gentlemen, I'le have him cut to the kell, then down + the seames, oh for a whip To make him Galoone-Laces, + I'le have a Coach-whip. + +_Pha_. O spare me Gentlemen. + +_Cap_. Hold, hold, the man begins to fear and know himself, + He shall for this time only be seal'd up + With a Feather through his nose, that he may only see + Heaven, and think whither he's going, + Nay beyond-Sea Sir, we will proclaim you, you would + be King Thou tender Heir apparent to a Church-Ale, + Thou sleight Prince of single Sarcenet; + Thou Royal Ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing + But poor mens Poultry, and have every Boy + Beat thee from that too with his Bread and Butter. + +_Pha_. Gods keep me from these Hell-hounds. + +_2 Cit_. Shall's geld him Captain? + +_Cap_. No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels, + As you respect the Ladies let them flourish; + The curses of a longing woman kill as speedy as a + Plague, Boys. + +_1 Cit_. I'le have a Leg that's certain. + +_2 Cit_. I'le have an Arm. + +_3 Cit_. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build + a Colledge, and clap't upon the Gate. + +_4 Cit_. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with, + For certainly a Royal Gut will sound like silver. + +_Pha_. Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain once. + +_5 Cit_. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets. + +_Cap_. Who will have parcels else? speak. + +_Pha_. Good gods consider me, I shall be tortur'd. + +_1 Cit_. Captain, I'le give you the trimming of your hand-sword, + and let me have his Skin to make false Scabbards. + +_2_. He had no horns Sir had he? + +_Cap_. No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with horns? + +_Cit_. O if he had, I would have made rare Hafts and + Whistles of 'em, but his Shin-bones if they be sound shall + serve me. + + [_Enter_ Philaster. + + _All_. Long live _Philaster_, the brave Prince _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these + Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands + Uncivil Trades? + +_Cap_. My Royal Rosiclear, + We are thy Mirmidons, thy Guard, thy Rorers, + And when thy noble body is in durance, + Thus do we clap our musty Murrions on, + And trace the streets in terrour: Is it peace + Thou _Mars_ of men? Is the King sociable, + And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen, + And free as _Phoebus_? Speak, if not, this stand + Of Royal blood shall be abroach, atilt, and run + Even to the lees of honour. + +_Phi_. Hold and be satisfied, I am my self + Free as my thoughts are, by the gods I am. + +_Cap_. Art thou the dainty darling of the King? + Art thou the _Hylas_ to our _Hercules_? + Do the Lords bow, and the regarded scarlets, + Kiss their Gumd-gols, and cry, we are your servants? + Is the Court Navigable, and the presence struck + With Flags of friendship? if not, we are thy Castle + And this man sleeps. + +_Phi_. I am what I desire to be, your friend, + I am what I was born to be, your Prince. + +_Pha_. Sir, there is some humanity in you, + You have a noble soul, forget my name, + And know my misery, set me safe aboard + From these wild _Canibals_, and as I live, + I'le quit this Land for ever: there is nothing, + Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness + Of all sorts, all dangers, and all together + The worst company of the worst men, madness, age, + To be as many Creatures as a woman, + And do as all they do, nay to despair; + But I would rather make it a new Nature, + And live with all those than endure one hour + Amongst these wild Dogs. + +_Phi_. I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears, + Deliver me the Prince, I'le warrant you + I shall be old enough to find my safety. + +_3 Cit_. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you, + He's a fierce man I can tell you Sir. + +_Cap_. Prince, by your leave I'le have a Sursingle, + And Male you like a Hawke. + + [_He stirs_. + +_Phi_. Away, away, there is no danger in him: + Alas he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. + Look you friends, how gently he leads, upon my word + He's tame enough, he need[s] no further watching. + Good my friends go to your houses and + by me have your pardons, and my love, + And know there shall be nothing in my power + You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes. + To give you more thanks were to flatter you, + Continue still your love, and for an earnest + Drink this. +_All_. Long maist thou live brave Prince, brave Prince, + brave Prince. + + [_Exeunt_ Phi. _and_ Pha. + +_Cap_. Thou art the King of Courtesie: + Fall off again my sweet youths, come and every man + Trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up, then to + The Tavern and bring your wives in Muffes: we will have + Musick and the red grape shall make us + dance, and rise Boys. + + [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ King, Are. Gal. Meg. Cle. Dion, Thra. Bellario, _and Attendants_. + +_King_. Is it appeas'd? + +_Di_. Sir, all is quiet as this dead of night, + As peaceable as sleep, my Lord _Philaster_ + Brings on the Prince himself. + +_King_. Kind Gentlemen! + I will not break the least word I have given + In promise to him, I have heap'd a world + Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope + To wash away. + + _Enter_ Philaster _and_ Pharamond. + +_Cle_. My Lord is come. + +_King_. My Son! + Blest be the time that I have leave to call + Such vertue mine; now thou art in mine arms, + Me thinks I have a salve unto my breast + For all the stings that dwell there, streams of grief + That I have wrought thee, and as much of joy + That I repent it, issue from mine eyes: + Let them appease thee, take thy right; take her, + She is thy right too, and forget to urge + My vexed soul with that I did before. + +_Phi_. Sir, [it is] blotted from my memory, + Past and forgotten: For you Prince of _Spain_, + Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave + To make an honourable voyage home. + And if you would go furnish'd to your Realm + With fair provision, I do see a Lady + Me thinks would gladly bear you company: + How like you this piece? + +_Meg_. Sir, he likes it well, + For he hath tried it, and found it worth + His princely liking; we were ta'ne a bed, + I know your meaning, I am not the first + That Nature taught to seek a fellow forth: + Can shame remain perpetually in me, + And not in others? or have Princes salves + To cure ill names that meaner people want? + +_Phi_. What mean you? + +_Meg_. You must get another ship + To clear the Princess and the boy together. + +_Di_. How now! + +_Meg_. Others took me, and I took her and him + At that all women may be ta'ne sometimes: + Ship us all four my Lord, we can endure + Weather and wind alike. + +_King_. Clear thou thy self, or know not me for Father. + +_Are_. This earth, How false it is? what means is left for me + To clear my self? It lies in your belief, + My Lords believe me, and let all things else + Struggle together to dishonour me. + +_Bell_. O stop your ears great King, that I may speak + As freedom would, then I will call this Lady + As base as be her actions, hear me Sir, + Believe [y]our hated bloud when it rebels + Against your reason sooner than this Lady. + +_Meg_. By this good light he bears it hansomely. + +_Phi_. This Lady? I will sooner trust the wind + With Feathers, or the troubled Sea with Pearl, + Than her with any thing; believe her not! + Why think you, if I did believe her words; + I would outlive 'em: honour cannot take + Revenge on you, then what were to be known + But death? + +_King_. Forget her Sir, since all is knit + Between us: but I must request of you + One favour, and will sadly be denied. + +_Phi_. Command what ere it be. + +_King_. Swear to be true to what you promise. + +_Phi_. By the powers above, + Let it not be the death of her or him, + And it is granted. + +_King_. Bear away the boy + To Torture, I will have her clear'd or buried. + +_Phi_. O let me call my words back, worthy Sir, + Ask something else, bury my life and right + In one poor grave, but do not take away my + life and fame at once. +_King_. Away with him, it stands irrevocable. + +_Phi_. Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man + The falsest and the basest of this world: + Set swords against this breast some honest man, + For I have liv'd till I am pitied, + My former deeds are hateful, but this last + Is pitifull, for I unwillingly + Have given the dear preserver of my life + + [_Offers to kill himself_.] + + Unto his Torture: is it in the power + Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live? + +_Are_. Dear Sir be patient yet, or stay that hand. + +_King_. Sirs, strip that boy. + +_Di_. Come Sir, your tender flesh will try your + constancie. + +_Bell_. O kill me gentlemen. + +_Di_. No, help Sirs. + +_Bell_. Will you Torture me? + +_King_. Hast there, why stay you? + +_Bell_. Then I shall not break my vow, + You know just gods, though I discover all. + +_King_. How's that? Will he confess? + +_Di_. Sir, so he says. + +_King_. Speak then. + +_Bell_. Great King if you command + This Lord to talk with me alone, my tongue + Urg'd by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts + My youth hath known, and stranger things than these + You hear not often. + +_King_. Walk aside with him. + +_Di_. Why speak'st thou not? + +_Bell_. Know you this face my Lord? + +_Di_. No. + +_Bell_. Have you not seen it, nor the like? + +_Di_. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily + I know not where. + +_Bell_. I have been often told + In Court, of one _Euphrasia,_ a Lady + And Daughter to you; betwixt whom and me + (They that would flatter my bad face would swear) + There was such strange resemblance, that we two + Could not be known asunder, drest alike. + +_Di_. By Heaven and so there is. + +_Bell_. For her fair sake, + Who now doth spend the spring time of her life + In holy Pilgrimage, move to the King, + That I may scape this Torture. + +_Di_. But thou speak'st + As like _Euphrasia_ as thou dost look, + How came it to thy knowledge that she + lives in Pilgrimage? + +_Bell_. I know it not my Lord, + But I have heard it, and do scarce believe it. + +_Di_. Oh my shame, is't possible? Draw near, + That I may gaze upon thee, art thou she? + Or else her Murderer? where wert thou born? + +_Bell_. In _Siracusa_. + +_Di_. What's thy name? + +_Bell. Euphrasia_. + + _Di_. O 'tis just, 'tis she now, I do know thee, Oh + that thou hadst died + And I had never seen thee nor my shame, + How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine + E're call thee Daughter more? + +_Bell_. Would I had died indeed, I wish it too, + And so I must have done by vow, e're published + What I have told, but that there was no means + To hide it longer, yet I joy in this, + The Princess is all clear. + +_King_. What have you done? + +_Di_. All is discovered. + +_Phi_. Why then hold you me? + +_Di_. All is discovered, pray you let me go. + [He offers to stab himself_.] + +_King_. Stay him. + +_Are_. What is discovered? + +_Di_. Why my shame, it is a woman, let her speak the rest. + +_Phi_. How! that again. + +_Di_. It is a woman. + +_Phi_. Blest be you powers that favour innocence. + +_King_. Lay hold upon that Lady. + +_Phi_. It is a woman Sir, hark Gentlemen! + It is a woman. _Arethusa_ take + My soul into thy breast, that would be gone + With joy: it is a woman, thou art fair, + + And vertuous still to ages, in despight of malice. + +_King_. Speak you, where lies his shame? + +_Bell_. I am his Daughter. + +_Phi_. The Gods are just. + +_Di_. I dare accuse none, but before you two + The vertue of our age, I bend my knee + For mercy. + +_Phi_. Take it freely; for I know, + Though what thou didst were undiscreetly done, + 'Twas meant well. + +_Are_. And for me, + I have a power to pardon sins as oft + As any man has power to wrong me. + +_Cle_. Noble and worthy. + +_Phi_. But _Bellario_, + (For I must call thee still so) tell me why + Thou didst conceal thy Sex, it was a fault, + A fault _Bellario_, though thy other deeds + Of truth outweigh'd it: All these Jealousies + Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discovered, + What now we know. + +_Bell_. My Father would oft speak + Your worth and vertue, and as I did grow + More and more apprehensive, I did thirst + To see the man so rais'd, but yet all this + Was but a Maiden longing to be lost + As soon as found, till sitting in my window, + Printing my thoughts in Lawne, I saw a God + I thought (but it was you) enter our Gates, + My bloud flew out, and back again as fast + As I had puft it forth, and suck't it in + Like breath, then was I call'd away in hast + To entertain you. Never was a man + Heav'd from a Sheep-coat to a Scepter rais'd + So high in thoughts as I, you left a kiss + Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep + From you for ever, I did hear you talk + Far above singing; after you were gone, + I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd + What stir'd it so, Alas I found it love, + Yet far from lust, for could I have but liv'd + In presence of you, I had had my end, + For this I did delude my noble Father + With a feign'd Pilgrimage, and drest my self + In habit of a boy, and, for I knew + My birth no match for you, I was past hope + Of having you. And understanding well + That when I made discovery of my Sex, + I could not stay with you, I made a vow + By all the most religious things a Maid + Could call together, never to be known, + Whilst there was hope to hide me from mens eyes, + For other than I seem'd; that I might ever + Abide with you, then sate I by the Fount + Where first you took me up. + +_King_. Search out a match + Within our Kingdom where and when thou wilt, + And I will pay thy Dowry, and thy self + Wilt well deserve him. + +_Bell_. Never Sir will I + Marry, it is a thing within my vow, + But if I may have leave to serve the Princess, + To see the vertues of her Lord and her, + I shall have hope to live. + +_Are_. I _Philaster_, + Cannot be jealous, though you had a Lady + Drest like a Page to serve you, nor will I + Suspect her living here: come live with me, + Live free, as I do, she that loves my Lord, + Curst be the wife that hates her. + +_Phi_. I grieve such vertues should be laid in earth + Without an Heir; hear me my Royal Father, + Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, + To think to take revenge of that base woman, + Her malice cannot hurt us: set her free + As she was born, saving from shame and sin. + +_King_. Set her at liberty, but leave the Court, + This is no place for such: you _Pharamond_ + Shall have free passage, and a conduct home + Worthy so great a Prince, when you come there, + Remember 'twas your faults that lost you her, + And not my purpos'd will. + +_Pha_. I do confess, + Renowned Sir. + +_King_. Last joyn your hands in one, enjoy _Philaster_ + This Kingdom which is yours, and after me + What ever I call mine, my blessing on you, + All happy hours be at your Marriage joyes, + That you may grow your selves over all Lands, + And live to see your plenteous branches spring + Where ever there is Sun. Let Princes learn + By this to rule the passions of their blood, + For what Heaven wills, can never be withstood. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + + +PHILASTER. + +(A) Phylaster. | Or, | Love lyes a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe +by his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Baymont and John +Fletcher. Gent. | Printed at London for Thomas Walkley, and are to +be sold at his | shop at the Eagle and Child, in Brittaines Bursse. +1620. + +This edition contains, on the title-page, a wood-cut representing +'The Princes' (The Princess) and 'A Cuntrie Gentellman' seated on +the ground, and 'Phielaster' leaving them. See the scene in Act IV +(_ante_, p. 125). + +(B) Philaster. | Or, | Love lies a Bleeding. | As it hath beene +diverse times Acted, | at the Globe, and Blacke-Friers, by | +his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Beaumont, and John +Fletcher. Gent. | The second Impression, corrected, and | amended. | +London, | Printed for Thomas Walkley, and are to | be solde at +his shoppe, at the signe of the | Eagle and Childe, in Brittaines +Bursse. | 1622. + +(C) Philaster, | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher. | Gentlemen. | The third +Impression. | London, | Printed by A.M. for Richard Hawkins, and are +to | be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lane, adjoyning | to Sarjeants +Inne gate. 1628. + +(D) Philaster, | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher. Gentlemen. | The fourth +Impression. | London, | Printed by W.J. for Richard Hawkins, and are +to | be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lane, adjoyning | to Sarjeants +Inne gate. 1634. + +(E) Philaster | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, and +Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being Francis +Beaumont, and John Fletcher. Gent. | The fourth Impression. | +London, | Printed by E. Griffin for William Leak, and are to | be +sold at his shop in Chancerie Lane neere | the Rowles. 1639. + +(F) Philaster: | or, | Love lies a bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers, By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The fifth Impression. | +London: | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop +at the | Sign of the Crown in Fleetstreet, between the two | Temple +Gates. 1652. + +This edition contains on the title-page a small device of +fleurs-de-lis. + +(G) Philaster | or, | Love lies a bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Black-friers, By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The fifth Impression. | +London: | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop +at the | signe of the Crown in Fleet street, between the two | +Temple Gates. 1652. + +On the back of the title-page (which contains the device of a crown) +is a list of books printed or sold by William Leake. (H) Philaster | +or, | Love lies a Bleeding: | Acted at the Globe, and Blackfriers, +By his Majesties servants. | The Authors being Francis Beaumont, and +John Fletcher, Gent. | The sixth Impression. | London, | Printed for +William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop at the | signe of the +Crown in Fleet street, between the two | Temple Gates. + +This edition, conjecturally dated 1660 in the British Museum +Catalogue, contains, on the back of the title-page and at the foot +of the list of persons represented, lists of books printed or sold +by William Leake at the Crown in Fleet Street. + +A The first few pages and the last few pages of the play as printed +in A vary so completely from the other texts that it has been +necessary to print them separately. See _post_, pp. 401--3, 413--17. + +B contains the following Address to the Reader: + +_'To the Reader_. + +'Courteous Reader. _Philaster_, and _Anthusa_ his love, have laine +so long a bleeding, by reason of some dangerous and gaping wounds, +which they received in the first Impression, that it is wondered how +they could goe abroad so long, or travaile so farre as they have +done. Although they were hurt neither by me, nor the Printer; yet I +knowing and finding by experience, how many well-wishers they have +abroad, have adventured to bind up their wounds, & to enable them to +visite upon better tearmes, such friends of theirs, as were pleased +to take knowledge of them, so mained [? maimed] and deformed, as +they at the first were; and if they were then gracious in your +sight, assuredly they will now finde double favour, being reformed, +and set forth suteable, to their birth, and breeding. + +_By your serviceable Friend_, + +Thomas Walkley.' + +C prefixes to the play the following Address repeated with +variations of spelling in the five later quartos: + +'The Stationer, To the Understanding Gentrie. + +'This play so affectionatly taken, and approoved by the Seeing +Auditors, or Hearing Spectators, (of which sort, I take, or conceive +you to bee the greatest part) hath received (as appeares by the +copious vent of two [D and E three; F, G and H four] Editions,) no +lesse acceptance with improovement of you likewise the Readers, +albeit the first Impression swarm'd with Errors, prooving it selfe +like pure Gold, which the more it hath beene tried and refined, +the better is esteemed; the best Poems of this kind, in the first +presentation, resemble [D--H resembling] that all tempting Minerall +newly digged up, the Actors being onely the labouring Miners, +but you the skilfull Triers and Refiners: Now considering [D--H +consider] how currant this hath passed, under the infallible stampe +of your judicious censure, and applause, and (like a gainefull +Office in this Age) eagerly sought for, not onely by those that have +heard & seene it, [F--H _omit_ heard and] but by others that +have meerely heard thereof: here you behold me acting the +Merchant-adventurers part, yet as well for their satisfaction, as +mine owne benefit, and if my hopes (which I hope, shall never lye +like this LOVE A BLEEDING,) doe fairely arrive at their intended +Haven, I shall then be ready to lade a new Bottome, and [D--H _omit_ +and] set foorth againe, to game the good-will both of you and them. +To whom respectively I convey this hearty greeting: ADIEU.' + +P. 75 1. 3. A and B _omit_] or, Love lies a Bleeding. II. 4 _et seq_. A] + + + + THE ACTORS NAMES. + + + King of Cecely + Arathusa, the Princesse. + Phylaster. + Pharamont, a Spanish Prince, + Leon, a Lord. + Gleremon} Two Noble Gentlemen + Trasilm } + Bellario a Page, Leon's daughter. + Callatea, a Lady of Honor. + Megra, another Lady. + A Waiting Gentlewoman. + Two Woodmen. + A Countrey Gallant. + + An Old Captaine. + + And Souldiers. + A Messenger. + + B _omits_ the list of Persons Represented in the Play and also + _The Scene_, etc.1. 5. C--H] The persons presented are these, + viz. In A the play, down to I. 26 of p. 78, begins as follows] + + _Actus_ I. _Scoen_. I. + + _Enter at severall doores _Lord Lyon, Trasiline, _followes him_, + Clerimon _meetes them_. + +TRASILINE. + Well ore tane my Lord. + +LYON. Noble friend welcome, and see who encounters + us, honourable good _Clerimon_. + +CLE. My good Lord _Lyon_, most happily met worthy + _Trasiline_, + Come gallants, what's the newes, + the season affoords us variety, + the novilsts of our time runnes on heapes, + to glut their itching eares with airie sounds, + trotting to'th burse; and in the Temple walke + with greater zeale to heare a novall lye, + than a pyous Anthum tho chanted by Cherubins. + +TRANS. True Sir: + and holds set counsels, to vent their braine sicke opinions + with presagements what all states shall designe. + +CLE. Thats as their intelligence serves. + +LYON. And that shall serve as long as invention lastes, + there dreames they relate, as spoke from Oracles, + or if the gods should hold a synod, and make them their + secritaries, they will divine and prophecie too: but come + and speake your thoughts of the intended marriage with + the Spanish Prince. He is come you see, and bravely + entertainde. + +TRAS. Hee is so, but not married yet. + +CLE. But like to be, and shall have in dowry with the + Princesse this Kingdome of _Cycele_. + +LEON. Soft and faire, there is more will forbid the baines, + then say amen to the marriage: though the King + usurped the Kingdome during the non-age of the + Prince _Phylaster_, hee must not thinke to bereave + him of it quite; hee is now come to yeares to claime + the Crowne. + +TRA. And lose his head i' the asking. + +LEON. A diadem worn by a headlesse King wold be + wonderous, _Phylaster_ is too weake in power. + +CLE. He hath many friends. + +LEON. And few helpers. + +TRA. The people love him. + +LEON. I grant it, that the King knowes too well, + And makes this Contract to make his faction strong: + Whats a giddy-headed multitude, + That's not Disciplinde nor trainde up in Armes, + To be trusted unto? No, he that will + Bandy for a Monarchic, must provide + Brave marshall troopes with resolution armde, + To stand the shock of bloudy doubtfull warre, + Not danted though disastrous Fate doth frowne, + And spit all spightfull fury in their face: + Defying horror in her ugliest forme, + And growes more valiant, the more danger threats; + Or let leane famine her affliction send, + Whose pining plagues a second hel doth bring, + Thei'le hold their courage in her height of spleene, + Till valour win plenty to supply them, + What thinke ye, would yer feast-hunting Citizens + Indure this? + +TRA. No sir, a faire march a mile out of town that their wives may + bring them their dinners, is the hottest service that they + are trained up to. + +CLE. I could wish their experience answered their loves, + Then should the much too much wrongd _Phylaster_, + Possesse his right in spight of Don and the divell. + +TRA. My heart is with your wishes. + +LEON. And so is mine, + And so should all that loves their true borne Prince, + Then let us joyne our Forces with our mindes, + In whats our power to right this wronged Lord, + And watch advantage as best may fit the time + To stir the murmuring people up, + Who is already possest with his wrongs, + And easily would in rebellion rise, + Which full well the King doth both know and feare, + But first our service wee'le proffer to the Prince, + And set our projects as he accepts of us; + But husht, the King is comming. + + _sound musicke within_. + + _Enter the King_, Pharamont, _the Princesse, the Lady Gallatea, + the Lady Megra, a Gentlewoman, loith Lords attending, + the King takes his seate_. + + KING. Faire Prince, + Since heavens great guider furthers our intents, + And brought you with safety here to arrive + Within our Kingdome and Court of _Cycele_, + We bid you most welcome, Princely _Pharamont_, + And that our Kingly bounty shall confirme, + Even whilst the Heavens hold so propitious aspect + Wee'le crowne your wisht desires (with our owne) + + Lend me your hand sweet Prince, hereby enjoy + A full fruition of your best contents, + The interest I hold I doe possesse you with, + Onely a fathers care, and prayers retaine, + That heaven may heape on blessings, take her Prince, + A sweeter Mistrisse then the offered Language of any dame, + were she a Queene whose eye speakes common Loves, + and comfort to her servants: Last Noble son, for so I + [now must call + you, what I have done thus publik, is not to add a comfort + [in particular + to you or mee, but all, and to confirme the Nobles and the + Gentrie of our Kingdom'e by oath to your succession: which + [shall + be within this moneth at most. + +l. 28. B--E] nor Lords, nor Ladyes. +l. 33. B and C] desired. +l. 34. Folio] ghess. + +p. 76, +l. 1. B and C] Faith sir. +l. 8. F] for me. + +p. 77, +l. 1. B and C] Faith, I thinke. +l. 29. B] quickly to bee. +l. 33. D--H] To give a stranger. +l. 35. In B--H bracket ends with this line. +l. 37. F, G, H and the Folio _misprint_] your daughter. +l. 38. C, D and E] your subjects. + +p. 78, +l. 9. E--H] I making. +l. 13. B] To talke of her. +l. 22. B _omits_] a. +l. 29. A] when it is. +l. 30. A--E] is wrong'd. + +p. 79, +l. 4. A] And in me. +l. 5. A, B and C] By more then all the gods, +I hold it happy. D and E] By more then all my hopes I hold it happy (A--E +_repeat happy at beginning of next line_). +l. 9. A] rotting age. +l. 10. A--H] Open. +l. 15. A] finde it out. +l. 16. A, B and C] And tye it to this Countrey. By all the gods. +l. 17. A] as easie to the subjects. +l. 27. A] Miracles. +l. 30. A prints this stage-direction after the word 'shape' in l. 32. +l. 31. A] he'le sell him, he has so be praised his shape. B--G] sell +himself. +l. 33. A] large praises. +ll. 34 and 35. A] Let mee bee swallowed +quicke, if I can finde all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues unseene to sound +enough. +l. 37. A, B and C] of trifles. +l. 39. A _omits_] And. + +p. 80, +l. 1. A] for favour. +l. 3. A, B and C] how pale he lookes, he feares. +l. 4. A] And this same whoresone conscience, ah how it jades us. +l. 5. B] intent. +l. 6. A] speak on. +l. 11. F and G] turn'd. +l. 15. A] sweet Princesse. +l. 25. A, B and C _add after_] ashes, as I. +l. 26. F] goes. +l. 30. A] his hidden bowels. +l. 31. A, B and C] By the just gods it shall. +l. 35. A] I Prince of popines, I will make it well appeare. +l. 40. A] Turcle. + +p. 81, +l. 2. A] make. +ll. 3 and 4. A] I doe not fancy this choller, Sure hee's somewhat tainted. +l. 8. A] be constant gentle heavens, I'le run. B +and C] Be constant Gentlemen, by heaven I'le run. +l. 10. A--D] we are all one. +l. 17. A] leave it to me. +l. 19. D, E and G] were. +l. 21. A--F] any thing but thine. G] any thine. +l. 25. A and B] belied. +l. 26. A] and from his presence. Spit all those bragges. B--E] presence. +B _omits_] all. +ll. 29 and 30. A _omits_] to brave our best friends. You deserve our frown. +l. 31. A] noblier. +l. 32. A gives this speech to Leon, i.e., Dion. +l. 34. A] never. +l. 35. A] This is. +l. 37. A _omits_] your. +l. 38. A] but i'm sure tothers the man set in my eye. A--G] my eye. + +p. 82, +l. 4. A] griefe. +l. 5. A] My wants. A, B and C] now nothing hopes and feares. +l. 7. A and B _omit_] not. +l. 8. A] Phy: whispers the King. +l. 9. A _omits_ this line. +ll. 12 and 13. A] has a soule of Christall,* +to read their actions, though mens faces. +l. 14. A _omits_] Do. A] but view the stranger well. F] your stranger. +l. 15. A] throw all. A] braveries. +l. 16. A] a true truant. +l. 17. A] I am no augery. +l. 21. A] you are. +l. 22. A] smooth your selfe. +l. 24. A, B and C _omit_] not. +l. 25. A--E] my weake starres lead me too; [A:] all my weake fortunes. +l. 26. A] dare. A _omits_ parenthesis. B] presence (speake, that is. +l. 30. A _omits_] Sure. +l. 31. A] Yes, with my fathers spirit is heare O King. +l. 32. A] and now. +l. 34. A--E] these are. +l. 39. The Folio _misprints_] hour hand. + +p. 83, +l. 2. A] of your life. +l. 4. A _omits_] your. A _omits_] Ex. King, +Pha. and Are. B--H _omit_] and. +l. 6. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. +l. 8. A--G] is he not. +l. 10. A--G] I could. A] their nation. +l. 12. A gives this speech to 'Lad.', i.e., Lady. A, B and C] Gods +comfort. A _omits_] Lady. +l. 13. A] has. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] Exet Ladies. +l. 27. A] recluses. +l. 28. A] How doe your worth sir. +l. 30. A _omits_] I find. +l. 32. A] Sir, the King must please. +l. 33. A] who you are, and what you are. F] what we are and who you are. +l. 34. The Folio _misprints_] juriuries. A] your wrongs and vertues. +l. 35. A] but call your father to you. +l. 38. A _omits_] to. + +p. 84, +l. 2. A] Friend. +l. 3. A--D] our eares. +l. 5. F] Do you love. +l. 6. A] Lyon. +l. 10. A] a penance. +l. 12. For this line A after l. 8 _reads_] Enter a Gentlewoman. +l. 13. A] I'st to me, or to any of these Gentlemen you come. +l. 14. Here and at l. 17 for 'La.' A _reads_] Gent-Woo. +l. 16. A] you are. +l. 17. A _omits_] to. +l. 18. A, B and C] her faire hand. +l. 19. A _adds_] Exit Gent-Woo. +l. 21. F] But do weigh. +l. 28. A] and white fiend frends in her cheekes. +l. 30. In D--H the stage-direction 'Ex. Phil.' is printed at the end +of l. 29. +l. 32. B--G] th' art. +l. 35. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. +ll. 36 and 37. For 'Are.' A _reads_ throughout the scene 'Prin.' + and for 'La.' _reads_ 'Woo.' + +p. 85, +l. 2. A] at the first. +l. 5. A--H] dangers. +l. 7. A] dares. +l. 12. A, B and C] You all are. +l. 17. A _omits_] Fear. A] mee thoughts. +l. 21. A] with such a woing jesture and puicke looks. +l. 22. A _omits_] him. +l. 27. A] his ends. +l. 29. A] To things so opposite, so bound to put. +l. 31. A _omits_] of mine. +l. 32. A _omits_] Of. +l. 35. A] that will not have your dens withstood. +l. 37. A, B and C] passions. +l. 38. A] into. +l. 40. A and B] Oh it is well. + +p. 86, +l. 5. A] dos so ill become. +l. 14. A] Injury. +l. 15. A] found to be so great. +l. 24. A] Both, or I do. A, B and C] by heaven. +l. 25. A] if I not calmely die injoy them both. +l. 28. H] give. +l. 40. A and B] I can indure it. + +p. 87, +l. 1. A] saw yet. +l. 2. A--H] dreadfully. +l. 3. A] speake. +l. 4. A--D] horrible. +l. 7. A] a womans tongue. +l. 10. A] you that beg. +l. 11. F and G] unprice. +l. 17. F] The love. +l. 22. A _omits_] doth. B--E] doe. +l. 26. A] might have. +l. 35. A _omits_] The gods. +l. 36. A] the worthier, and the better blest. +l. 39. A] unwelcom'd. + +p. 88, +l. 5. A--G] true loves. +l. 9. B--H] fountaines. +l. 11. A] as much againe. +l. 13. A] bred in the vayle. +l. 16. A] eye. +l. 17. A] make them. +l. 23. A] the course. +l. 24. A] it yeelded him his life. +l. 30. A] me thoughts. +l. 32. A] whom was glad. +l. 33. F and G] The truliest. F] gentle. +l. 36. A] Enter woman. In A and B this stage-direction occurs after l. 37. +l. 38. A for 'La.' _reads_] Woo. +l. 39. A] Phylaster doe. + +p. 89, l.4. A, B and C] the voyce of God. l.5. A] yet I doe not hide +my selfe. l.13. Folio has a full-stop at end of line. l.14. A _omits_] for +my sake do. l.16. A] Enter Pharamont and a woman. ll. 19 and 20. A] +the deare love within my heart. l.21. A] if I shall have an answer or no, +derectly I am gone. l.23. A] To what? what would he have answer. B--E +_omit_] an. l.25. A--D] forbare. l.29. A] though it lie. l.31. A, B +and C] And by the gods. l.32. A] if then. l.35. A _omits_ this line, +though the words 'Pha. You' are printed as turn-over words at the foot of +the page. + +p. 90, l.I. A] nothing. l.5. A] so much. ll. 7 and 8. A] but wert +the Church at the high Altar. l.9. A] injurie. l.10. A. _omits_] Sir. l.12. +A and B _omit_] Phi. l.16. A _omits_] But. l.17. A, B and C] but yet. +l. 19. A] before our hearts bee so, then if you please. l.21. A--E] +dreaming forme. l.23. A] your thoughts. l.28. A] and his boy, called +Bellario. l.31. A] thy owne. l.33. A _reads_ 'Boy' for 'Bell.' here and +throughout the play. l.34. A] And I am onely yet some thing. l.35. +A--H] were apt. l.37. A] crafty. + +p. 91, l.6. A] bear'st. l.7. A] claps. A _omits_] yet. l.8. A] but +when judgement comes no rule those passions. l.17. A _omits_] grown. l.30. +A] dos plead. l.32. A] knowst. l.33. A] dos call. l.34. B] dwellest. + +p. 92, l.5. A] your loves, your sighes. l.7. B--H] heaven. A] Exit +boy. l.8. C] Lord. l. II. A] I must see. l.12. A _omits_] Phi. l.18. +A] before in my life. l.20. A] I'le hound at her. Madame. F] Heer's on +boulted, I'le bound at her. l.21. In A the words 'Enter Gallatea' occur +after the word 'fault' in l.19. l.25. A] y'are. l.26. A _omits_] but. +1. 28. A] those two I onely barre. l.32. A] Couch. l.33. A] a play +and a banquet. ll.34 and 35. A] to make you blush, this is my owne hayre, +and this face. l.36. A--D and F] a peny painting. l.37. A and H] +wardrop. G] wardrope. l.38. A] the jealous silke-mans wife curse our +doing. + +p. 93, l.l.A] You much mistake me Lady. l.2. Folio _misprints_ _Pha_. For +_Gal_. After this line A _adds_] Pha. Y'are very dangerous bitter, like a +potion. _Gal_. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I meane to purge +a little time on you. l.8. A and B] Cardus. A] about five. l. II. A] +and Conger. A] they are dullers. l.12. A] the vitall anymales. l.13. A] +all this time. 11. 16 and 17. A] Shee's daintie, and must be courted with +a shewer of gold. l.19. A] What ha you. l.20. A] you'd have silver +fort. l.21. A] a worse time sir. l.23. A] gold safe for you. A _adds_] She +slips behind the Orras. II. 25 and 26. In place of these two lines A] _Gal_. +Shes comming sir behind, Will ye take white money yet for all this. _Exit_. +l.-27. A] If there be but two such in this Kingdome more. B--H] If there be +but two such more in this Kingdome. l.28. A] ene. l.31. A] would +breed. l.39. A] doe not call you Lady. + +p. 94, l.I.A--G] talke an houre. l.5. A] your lip. l.6. A] time +enough. l.8. A--D] and red enough. l.10. A) twend Cherries dyde +in blush. l. II. A] deepe beames. I.14. A] sweete looker on. A] these +blessings. l.15. A. _adds as a stage-direction_] They kisse. l.18. A +_omits_] off. l.19. A] it may be a number without Probatum. l.20. A] +by such neate Poetrie. l.26. A] but you. l.28. A] now you ha don't before +me. l.29. A] And yet. l.31-A] never. l.34. A] ye. l.36. A--H +and Folio] this is all. + +p. 95, +l. 5. A] my masculine imagination. +l. 7. B] mine honor. +l. 9. A] my other. +l. 10. A] Sir _Timen_ a schoolemaister. +l. 11. A] keepe. +B and C _add_] Madam. +l. 14. Folio] apoplex? +l. 15. A _omits_ 'And' and 'Sir.' +l. 17. A] tied toot. +l. 19. A _omits_] Look well about you, and you may find a tongue-bolt. +l. 21. A and B] whether. +l. 24. A _omits_ the second 'I dare not.' +l. 27. A] give worship to you thoughts. +l. 28. A] y'are. +l. 29. A] I shall visit you. +l. 30. A] most uncertaine. +l. 34. A] Exit ambo. +B] Exeunt. +l. 35. A] the Orras. +l. 38. A] Dowsabell. +A] for it. +l. 39. A _omits_] Gal. + +p. 96, +l. 1. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. These characters are in +A indicated by 'Prin.' and 'Wo.' throughout the scene. +l. 3. A _omits_] Madam. +l. 8. A--H and Folio] boy. +A] i'st not. +l. 11. In A this stage-direction occurs after l. 7. +l. 14. A--G] has done. +l. 19. A] they shall be. +l. 23. A, B and C] suspected. +l. 26. A] presents. +l. 31. A--H] was never. +l. 34. A] Enter Boy. He is called 'Boy' throughout the scene. +l. 35. A] your sad. +l. 38. A] Then trust in me. + +p. 97, +l. 6. A] a crosse schoole-maister. +l. 8. A] water. +l. 9. H and Folio _misprint_] dreath. +F, G and H] trouble. +l. 10. A _omits_] out. +l. 11. A] it selfe. +l. 12. A, B and C] doth. +l. 13. A] _Boy_. I know not Madame, what it is. +l. 18. A, B and C] respect to. +l. 19. A, B and C] with thinking. +l. 20. A, B and C] thinke away. +l. 21. A] with mingling starts, and crying. +l. 22. A _omits_] and hastily. +A] in streetes. +l. 24. A] any woman. +l. 28. A] drop beades. +ll. 30 and 31. A] taught to your Lords credit. +l. 35. A] thus away. +l. 36. A] Enter the three Gentlewomen, Megra, Gallatea, and another Lady. +B--H _omit_] and. +l. 37. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. +l. 38. A--G] talke an hour. + +p. 98, +l. 4. A] theyre. +B] theile scarce find. +l. 5. A and B] your owne lodging. +l. 6. A] Enter Pharamont, the Princesse boy, and a woman. +l. 9. A] pleasing. +l. 11. A] I shall choose. +l. 12. A _omits_ this stage-direction. +1. 13. Here and throughout the scene 'Are.' is 'Prin.' in A. +A _omits_] my Lord. +A and B] these Ladyes. +l. 15. A gives this speech to Galatea. +l. 17. A _omits_] you. +l. 18. A _omits_] has. +A] Hilus. +l. 20. A] Why this is that. +l. 27. A] to hide it. +l. 32. A] you have. +G] y'are. +l. 34. A _omits_] Come. +l. 35. A _omits_] Ex. Gal. and Meg. +B--H _omit_] and. + +p. 99 +l. 3. A as stage-direction after the word 'late' on p. 98, l. 37 _reads_] +Enter the King, the Princesse, and a guard. +l. 4. C _omits_] your. +l. 11. A. _omits_] have. +l. 12. A. _omits_] Ex. Are. and Bel. +B--H omit] and. +l. 19. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and _adds_] Exit Leon. +l. 28. A] from the earth. +l. 33. A] undeserving child. +A _omits_] of mine. +l. 34. A] if she has not broke your lawes, but how could I. +l. 36. A] in wrong. + +p. 100, +l. 9. A] get from them. +A _omits_] I think. +A] shee's. +l. 11. F] not time. +l. 14. A _omits_] louder yet. +l. 15. A] your pleasure ... your hearing. +l. 16. A] meditation. +Folio] meditations? +ll. 17 and 18. A] and lowder, not yet, I do not thinke he sleepes, having +such larumes by him, +once more, Pharamont. _They knock_. +ll. 17 and 18. B] his Larum. +l. 19. A] Enter Pharamont above. +l. 23. A] Prince, Prince. +l. 26. A] The same, sir. Come downe sir. +l. 29. A _omits_] Pha. below. +l. 31. A] I have certain private reasons to my selfe sir. +ll. 31 and 32. A as a marginal direction] They prease to come in. +l. 33. A _omits_] Gentlemen. +l. 35. A] I must come, and will come enter. +D--H and Folio print 'Enter' after a space at the end of preceding line. +l. 36. A] dishonoured thus. +l. 39. A] runagates. +p. 101, l. 3. A _omits_] so. l. 4. A omits] I'le. l. 5. A _omits_] known. +1. 6. A] I so no. A _omits_] Meg. Above. l. 8. A _omits_] and ready. l. 9. +A] tis a poore. l. 15. A] whoting. l. 18. A] still in store. l. 22. A--E +and G] wring. l. 24. A] chide you dearly. l. 25. A _omits_] worthy. +l. 26. A] his lodging. l. 28. A] Stage. l. 31. A, B and C] Pray God. +Il. 31 and 32. A has marginal stage-direction] they come downe to the King. +l. 33. A _omits_ this stage-direction. l. 37. A] Apothecaries. + +p. 102, l. 2. A] all sinne and hell. l. 5. A _omits_] and. l. 7. A] reball +rymes. l. 9. B, C and D] ye. l. 13. A--G] those gods. l. 15. A] that +shall make. l. 17. A] Upon wals. A] or any thing. l. 19. A] her fayre +leaps And out-lying, and will discover all, and will dishonour her. l. 22. +A omits} and. l.31. A] sinke alone. l.32. A] in print. ll. 33 and 34. A] +they're. l. 37. A _omits_] nay. + +p. 103, l. 1. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 3. A] quarters. +ll. 5 and 6. A] Do so, and i'le forget your----. l. 6. A] and the Guard. +B--H _omit_] and. l. 7. A _omits_] Why. A and B] fit for Hercules. l. 8. A] +worthy. C] woman. A] aside. l. 10. A--H] has. l. 11. A--H] uttered. +B and C] metled. l. 12. A] will not cure him. l. 13. A, B and C] +infections. l. 14. A] chast, brave. l. 16. A] leave yee. l. 18. A] Exit +three Gentlemen. l. 20. A] Enter three Gentlemen. B--H _omit_] and. +1.21. A] And doubtlesse. l.25. A] for all us. A _omits_] should. l.33. +strange thing. + +p. 104, l. 3. A _omits_ this line. l. 5. A omits] bent. l. 6. A _omits_] +that's. l. 8. A] draweth. l. 10. A] and we can now comfort. l. 11. +A omits] it. l. 12. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 13. A gives this +speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 15. A] on his beleefe. l. 17. A] Lords +to his owne good. l. 19. A _omits_] nay. l. 23. A gives this speech to +Cleremont. +ll. 27 and 28. A] frame on men disgrace for vertue. l. 30. A +_omits_] good. l.33-A] dull. l.35-A _omits_] or. A] knowes. B] knowne. +l. 38. A] deserved more. + +p. 105, l. 2. A and B] to thankes. l. 3. A] sufficient. l. 5. A _omits_] +Sir. l.6. A _omits_] will not. l.8. A] long have. l. 11. A gives this +speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l. 14. B by mistake gives this speech to +Di. l. 16. A] He offers to draw his sword, and is held. l. 18. A] then +to rob. l. 22. A] faithfull to increase. l. 24. A] cut out falsehood where +it growes. l. 25. A] that man. l. 32. A] injuries. l. 38. A] your +pardon. l. 39. A] makes. + +p. 106, l. 1. A] backs. l. 5. A] tis then truth that women all are false. +B and C] Tis then truth that woman-kind is false. D] thee truth. D--G] +woman-kind. l. 6. A] tis. l. 9. A, B and C] by heaven. ll. 10 and 11. +A _omits_] for love of truth speak; Is't possible? l. 10. B and C] for God's +love speake. l. 12. A _omits_ this line. l.13. A gives this line to 'Tra.', +i.e., Thrasiline. l. 14. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 20. A] a +little milder. l. 22. A] desires. l. 23. A] and know the sinne she acts. +B and C] know. l. 26. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 30. A] +women. l. 34. A and B] mine eyes. l. 35. A] daggers in thy breast. +B] tane. l. 36. A] stuacke dumb. C] did. l. 37. A] this fault might. +Il. 38 and 39. In A the speakers are transposed. + +p. 107, l. 1. A omits] several. l. 2. A] and spreads them selfe. l. 3. +A] Meetes not a fayre on. What, etc. l. 4. A] thorow. l. 5. A gives +this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l.6. A--D] fall. A, B and C] +distracted. l. 10. A] do't. l. 12. A] lodgings. A _omits_] forth. ll. 14 and +15. A] Omnes. All the gods direct you the readiest way. B, C and D] Di. +All the gods direct you The readiest way. A _adds_] Exit three Gent. ll. +16--18. A _omits_ these lines. l. 18. B--H _omit_] and. l. 19. A] aske um +where he tooke her. l. 22. A] would but flame. l. 24. A] the deede. A] +it is. l. 30. A] take them. l. 33. F] spring. l. 36. A prints after the +words 'miserable man'] Enter boy. l. 39. A] not blush. + +p. 108, l. 4. In A throughout the scene Bellario is indicated by 'Boy.' +l. 6. A adds stage-direction] He gives him a letter. l. 10. A _omits_] my. +1. 12. A] But far unfit for me that doe attend. l. 13. A] my boy. l. 15. +A] with this paper. l. 16. A] twines of Adamant. l. 19. A] How dos. +l. 20. A _omits_ this line. l. 26. A] meet. l. 28. A] Why, tis. l. 31. A] +with al her maiden store. l. 33. A] service. l. 34. A] rewarded. l. 36. +A] speakes. l. 38. A] not well. B--G] not ill. + +p. l09, l. 1. A] fall out from your tongue, so unevenly. l. 2. A] +quicknesse. l. 12. A, B and C] Never my Lord, by heaven. l. 13. A, B +and C] That's strange, I know, etc. l. 16. A] I bid her do 't. l. 18. +A] delight. l. 19. A] as to her Lord. l. 21. A] paradise. B] parrallesse. +C and D] parallesse. l. 25. A] Yes, now I see why my discurled thoughts. +1. 27. A] augeries. l. 29. A] where you tend. l. 31. A] noble friend. +1. 35. A] with sparrowes eyes. l. 39. A] and of goates. l. 40. A] that +weighed from. + +p. 110, l. 2. A] come. l. 4. A] main deceit. l. 8. A--H] As I do +now thy face. l. 14. A] wrack it. l. 17. A] hate me. l. 19. A _omits_} +Greater. A] to me. l. 21. Folio] dist. l. 22. A] upon me. A _adds_ +stage-direction] He drawes his sword. l. 23. A, B and C] By heaven I +never did. l. 27. A--G] kiss those limbs. l. 29. A--D] Fear'st. l. 32. +A] could be. l. 34. A _omits_] but. B] doest. l. 39. A] giving ore againe, +That must be lost. + +p. 111 l. i. A, B and C] those. l. 2. A] and then thou wilt. l. 7. +B by mistake _omits_] _Phi_. l. 12. B--E] doest. B] utterst. H] uttrest. +1. 13. Folio _misprints_] known. l. 17. A] Thy honest lookes. l. 18. B] +doest. l. 19. A] thy blood. l. 23. A] tenderest. l. 27. A] honord +frame. l. 28. A] haplesse. l.31. A] sorrowes. l. 33. Folio has full-stop +at end of line. l. 34. A _omits_] Exit Bel. l. 36. A] what ere. A, B +and C] deservest. F] deserv'd. l. 37. A and B] bathe. A--G] this body. +1. 38. A] mad'st no medicine to. + +p. 112, l. 1. A] Enter Princesse. l. 2. For 'Are.' A prints throughout +scene] Prin. A _omits_] again. l. 4. A] slept, make talke. l. 5. A] +remember. 1. 6. A] was last spoken, And how spoke when I sight +song. l. 9. A] What, in your. B--E and G] What, at your. F] What of +your. l. 17. A] ugly Sir. l. 28. A and B] Put him away I say. l. 32. A +_omits_] Sir. 1. 33. A] a command. l. 35. A] that shame to you, ye +are one. l. 36. A _omits_] unto. l. 37. A] by the gods. + +p. 113, l. i. B] I have. A _omits_] my Lord. l. 7. A] maid. l. 8. A, +B and C] honour faire. l. 10. A] truth. l. 14. A] Oh how they mind to. +1. 15. A] foule sicke. A] stricke the mountaines. l. 16. A] be sleeping. +1. 25. E--H _misprint_] He right. A--G] honour. l. 35. A] Oh my +misfortune. B, a space being left between the 'i' and the 'f'] My mi +fortune. C] Oh my my fortune. l. 36. F] Let me go. + +p. 114, l. 1. H] your letters. l. 2. A] make. l. 3. A] Who shall now +sing. l. 5. A] and make them warme. l. 7. A, B and C] eye-lids. +l. 8. A] Make me. D, E, G and H] Philast. l. 12. A] get you. l. 14. +Folio _misprints_] Bell. l. 16. A] All service in servants. l. 17. A] and +all desires to doe well, for thy sake. l. 21. A] unto. l. 29. A by mistake +_omits_] Phi. A] O ye gods, ye gods. l. 30. A] a wealthy patience. l. 31. +A] above the shocke. l. 32. A] mischiefe. l. 33. Folio _misprints_] live. +1. 34. A] as deepe as. l. 36. A] And flowing it by. l. 38. A] heare. +1. 39. A _omits_] must. + +p. 115, l. 8. A] poyson. l. 10. A] and there dig. A] beasts and birds. +1. 11. A] women are. A _omits_} and help to save them from you. l. 16. A +_omits_] so. A] men. l. 17. A] reade. l. 21. A] frost. l. 28. A] you +gods. F _omits_] ye. l. 30. A _omits_} as pure Crystal. C] a pure +Christall. 1. 32. A] shall women turne their eies. l. 33. A after +'constancy'] Enter boy. l. 34. A] And vile. B] And guiltily. l. 35. A] +spokst. H] speak'st. 1. 37. A] And to betray innocence. l. 38. A] Maist. + +p. 116, l. 3. A] undertooke. l. 5. A] Lest we should. l. 7. A] +angry with me. l. 11. A] has. B--H] hath. l. 17. A] some greater +fault. l. 18. A] suffering. l. 21. A] Exit Boy. l. 22. A] thou hast. +1. 23. A] But if I had another time to lose. l. 25. A] Might take. l. 30. +A _omits_] a Lady. l. 35. A] Exit Princesse. + +p. 117, ll. 2 and 3. A] Enter the King, Pharamont, Princesse, Megra, +Gallatea, Leon, Cle., Tra. and two Wood-men. l. 7. A] you are. l. 8. +A] trespasses. l. 9. A, B and C] here's none. A] dares. l. 12. A] lake. +1. 17. A] pernitious. A _omits_'] loose. l. 18. A, B and C] pursue. A] any +Lady. l. 22. A--H] obeyed. l. 23. A and B] furder. l. 24. A gives +this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and the following speech to +'Tra.' l. 31. A--G] yon Lady. l. 32. A and B] neighbours. l. 33. A] can +you see. 1. 34. A gives this speech to Cleremont, B and C to 'Tra.' A, B +and C] Faith no great. l. 37. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', and the +following speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 38. A] regient. A] damn'd. + +p. 118, l. 1. A] the flesh and the world. l. 3. A] done against. l. 4. +A] dares. l. 8. A _omits_] her. l. 9. A--D] health. l. 10. A] except. +l. 11. A and B] large summe. 11. 14 and 15. A] Exit King and Lords, +Manet Wood-men. l. 16. A] the Deere below. l. 23. A] strange. l. 28. +A] docets. B, C and D] Dowcets. A] his steward. A--E _omit_] had. l. 30. +A] he and old Sir Tristram. A] ye. l. 31. A] a Stagge. l. 37. A, B +and C] by the gods. A _omits_'] she's. A] a fault or no. + +p. 119 l.2. A--G] haunches. l.5. B--G] have been. l. 8. A] harke +else. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 9. A] Enter Philaster solus. l. 10. A] the +woods. l. 11. A] acrons. B--H] akrons. l. 13. A] of cruell love. +ll. 17 and 18. A] chaste as the rocke whereon she dwelt. l. 20. A] borne +out her. l. 22. A] Enter Boy. l. 24. A--H _omit_] man. l. 25. A] I +see. 11. 27 and 28. A] that brake. I-33-A] fortunes. l. 38. A _omits_ +this and the five succeeding lines. + +p. 120, l. l. B, C and D] wearest. l. 6. A, B and C] by the gods. +1. 8. A] thou art. l. 11. A, B and C] Even so thou wepst, and lookst, and +spokst. A] when I first tooke thee. l. 12. A. _omits_] up. l. 17. A +_adds_] Exit Phylaster. l. 20. A] Exit Boy. B--H _omit_ and, l. 21. A] +Enter Leon, Cle. and Wood-men. l. 22. A--G] chance. l. 23. A] Cle. +My Lord Leon. C and D] My Lord Don. l. 25. A] starre-dyed with stars. +B--G] studded with. l. 26. A] I Wood. l. 28. A _omits_]Exeunt Wood. +1. 29. A _omits_] Enter Cleremont. l. 30. B] you questions. C] yon. +l. 36. B--G] ran. l. 37. A and B] twas. + +p. 121, l. 3. A] Enter the King, Tra. and other Lords. l. 5. A gives +this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 6. A and B] Howe's that. l. 7. A +gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 18. A] why then. ll. 20 and +21. A] heare me then, thou traytor. l. 21. A] darst. B--H] dar'st. +ll. 21 and 22. A] possible and honest, things. l. 24. A, B and C] Faith +I cannot. A] you'le. l. 25. A] you have let me. l. 27. A--G] her +here before me. l. 32. A] a King. l. 33. A gives this speech to +Cleremont. A] no more smell. l. 35. A _omits_ Is it so _and reads_ Take +you heed. l. 36. A _omits_] Sir. + +p. 122, l. 1. A] still we. l. 3. A] power we thinke we have. l. 5. +A] here I stand. l. 6. A] these be punisht. l. 9. A] covenant. l. 10. +A _omits_] and. l. 14. A] into the Wood with her. l. 19. A] O y'are all. +A and B] hurts. l. 22. A] by this sword. l. 26. A, B and C] Yes, you +may. A] to leave. A--G] Lady bedfellow. ll. 26 and 27. A] bedfellow +here for a spincer. l. 31. Folio] may. l. 32. A] I, some would. ll. 33 +and 34. A gives these two speeches to the King and Pharamont +respectively. l. 37 A gives this speech to Galatea. A] the search my +selfe. l. 38. A] Enter the Princesse solus. l. 39. A] finde out the way. + +p. 123, l. 3. A] or mountaines. A--C] through. l. 4. A _adds_ +stage-direction] She sits downe. l. 5. A] Enter Boy. l. 6. A] Yonder +my Lady is. A] gods knowes. B and C] god knowes. l.9. A] grounds. +l.12. A _omits_] more. A] twines. l. 13. F, G] [oh. H] he +stirres. l. 14. A] i'st. 1. 18. A _omits_] I am well. l. 24. A--H] you +gods. l. 25. A] Who's hee. l. 26. A] ease it with his tongue. l. 27. A, +B and C] helpe, helpe. l. 29. A] lightnings. l. 31. A, B and C] trust +the tongues. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] of hell-bred +women [B woman]. Some good god looke downe. l. 33. A _omits_] ages +in the. l. 35. A--G] put hills of fire. A] my breast. + +p. 124, l. 2. D--G] makes. l.3. B] through. l.5. A]to inrage. l.8. +D, E and G] looks up. l. 9. A _omits_] it. B] know't. l. 10. A _omits_] do +but. l. 16. A] thy way. l. 18. A] you have. l. 19. A] in more. l. 20. +A gives this speech to 'Prin.', i.e., Arethusa. A] madmens. l. 23. A +gives this speech to 'Boy', and the following speech +to 'Prin.' l. 24. A, B and C] the world. l. 25. Folio _misprints_] +_Pha_. l. 28. A adds stage-direction] Exit Boy. B] Exit Bell. l. 29. A] +meetings. l. 32. B--H] fortune. l. 33. A] peace with earth. l. 34. A +and B] there will. l. 35. A--E] jealousie. A] no il here. l. 37. A] Shew +me the way to joy. + +p. 125, l. 2. A] to 't. l. 4. A] Countrey Gallant. l. 5. A] I will. +1. 6. A] this two houres. C, D and E] these two houre. l. 8. B] then +then. E, G and H] out rid. l. 9. A] strong braines. l. 10. A] The +whooping would put a man. l. 12. A _adds_] Phy. wounds +her. l. 13. A--heaven. l. 14. A] Nay, they. l. 16. A] thoud'st. C--H] +wouldest. A, B and C _omit_] of. l. 17. B and C] veines. A] with a +man. l. 21. A] God judge me. B and C] God uds me. l. 25. A] +Rethrack. l. 26. A prints 'They fight' at the end of the following +line. l. 28. A] Gods guard. B and C] Heaven. l. 31. A] would this +bore. l. 33. A] though I doe lose it. l. 34. A prints 'Exit Phy.' after +the word 'Rogue' in the following line. l. 36. A _omits_] and. + +p. 126, l. 3. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 6. A and B] +By God she lies. A] i' the breast. l. 7. A] Oh secret spring. l.12. A] +Omnes. l. l. 14. A] But who has done it. l. 16. A gives this speech to +'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 19. A] I let. l. 20. A] about 's eares. l. 23. A] +By this ayre. A--E] never. A _omits_] of him. l. 24. B and C] all to you +in my hat. l. 28. A] sinne. l. 29. F] I will. I will. l. 31. A, B +and C] Woodman. l. 32. A] unto the King. l. 34. A prints simply] +Exit. l. 36. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 37. A, B and C] of +this. A] I'le see. B--H] goe to see. l. 38. A] Enter the Boy. l. 39. A] +O heavens! heavy death sits on my brow. + +p. 127, l. 2. A] sweete on all. l. 5. A] my eyes. l. 6. A _omits_\ Oh. +1. 17. A prints stage-direction after the word 'broken' in l. 19. l. 21. A] +but my blood. l. 24. A] upon his sleeping body, he has none. l. 25. A] +He wounds him. l. 27. A] it wisht. A] for pittie. l. 28. A prints after +the first 'here' in following line] Phy. falls downe. l. 36. A] Hide, hide. +1. 39. B--G] were it. + +p. 128, l. 1. A _omits_] little. l. 2. A] has not. l. 4. A] Art thou then +true to me. l. 5. A _omits_] good. l. 6. A] these. l. 7. A] your breeth +in't, Shromd. l. n. A _omits_ one 'follow.' l. 14. A _omits_] That. A +_adds_] Boy falls downe. l.15. B--H _omit_] and. l. 16. A] I tract. l.17. A +gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and the next to Cleremont. l. 22. +A gives this speech to Thrasiline. l. 23. A] it is. l. 25. F] the creation. +1. 26. A and B] to strike. l. 31. A, B and C] did make. l. 34. A] +tortour. l. 36. A] My. l. 37. A gives this speech to Cleremont. + +p. 129, l. 1. A, B and C] carelesse. l. 4. A] them. l. 6. A] Sines. +1. 14. A] vigour. A prints the stage-direction at the end of the +following line. 1. 16. A] innocents. l. 17. A] know you the price of what. +l. 19. A] My Lord Phylaster. A _omits_] Tis. l. 23. H] as hurt. l. 24. A] +on a Pyramades. l. 26. A] as you. l. 27. A] teach the under-world. l. 32. +A] this untimely courtesie. l. 33. C--H] he is. A] you beare me hence. +1. 35. A] to punish. l. 38. A, B and C] by all the gods. + +p. 130. A gives the first five speeches to Dion, Thrasiline, Bellario, Dion +and Bellario respectively. l. 2. C] Is it. l. 3. A] Well, I feare me sir, +we. B--H] fear me, we. A _omits_] all. l. 9. A] gentlie. B--G] gently. +l. 10. A and B] breath forth my. l. 11. A] Not all the wealth of Pluto. +l. 17. A] a cleere. l. 18. A, B and C] bitter. l. 19. A] haires. l. 20. +A] bathe them. l. 21. A] Enter the King, Princesse, and a guard. l. 23. +A gives this speech to Dion. A] but sute it was Phylaster. l. 24. A gives +this speech to the King, and the following one to Pharamond. l. 25. A--D] +will tell us that. l. 26. A] Ay me, I know him well. l. 28. A] Sir, if +it were he. l. 32. beare them. l. 35. A _omits_] go. l. 36. A] loves. +1. 37. A _omits_] and. l. 38. A--G] deaths. l. 39. A] your law. + +p. 131 I. 3. A] We shall. A] on with our intended match. A _adds_] Exit +King and Pharamont. l. 4. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and +the following one to Cleremont. l. 7. A _omits_] Omnes. B--H _add_] Finis +Actus quarti. l. 10. This speech and the seven succeeding ones are given +by A to 'Leon' (Dion), Cleremont, Thrasiline, 'Leon', Thrasiline, Cleremont, +'Leon' and Thrasiline respectively. l. 19. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 20. A] +shufle. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 21. A] Enter Phylaster, Princesse, Boy, in +prison. B--H omit] and. l. 22. A, B and C] Nay faith Philaster. l.23. B] +forbeare, were wondrous well. l.24. A] and Bellario. l. 25. A] shut. A +_omits_] as now from Earth. l. 27. A] the truest ones. l. 29. A] forgive +me, and. p. 132, l. 2. A--G] Should I outlive you. A] I should out live. +B--H] I should then outlive. l. 3. A] come. l. 4. A--H] shall close. l. 6. +A] waste by time. B] waste by limbs. l. 7. A--G] that ever. A] ever liv'd. +1. 10. A] houre behind it. l. 15. A] Kingdome. l. 17. A] Every just +maiden. l. 19. A] My deerest, say not so. l. 21. A] woman. l.26. A] +Why? what. l. 28. A] life no whit compared. l. 32. B] your pardon. +1. 36. A gives this speech to 'Prin.', i.e., Arethusa. + +p. 133, l. 1. A] Enter the King, Leon, Cle., Tra. and a guard. B--H +_omit_] and. l. 3. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 4. A] +Plotforme. 1. 8. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 9. A _adds_] Exit +Tra. 1. 12. A] to lose it. A--E] lightly. A after the word 'lightly' adds +stage-direction] aside. l. 14. A] stocke. l. 17. A] weightier. l. 18. A] +the heate. l. 20. A] and leaves them desolate. l. 24. A] Enter Phi., +Princesse, Boy, with a garland of flowers on's head. B--H _omit_ the first +'and.' l. 16. A] shal. l.27. A] Epethelamon. A _omits_] of these lovers. +l. 18. F] But have lost. l. 30. A _omits_] on. l. 31. A] Cædor. l. 32. A] +mountaines. 1.35. A] free from the firver of the Serian starre. B--G] +Sirian. l.37-A, B and C] deliver. A] that issues. + +p. 134, l. 1. A--D] pleased. l. 2. A] base, under branches, to devour. +1. 4. A] did choake. B--D] choake. l. 5. A] brakes, rud, thornes. A--G] +the Sun. l. 6. A _omits_] even. A] roote. A] um there. l. 7. F _omits_] a. +B and C] gentler. A] has. l. 9. A] never to be unarmde. l. 10. A, B +and C] number. A _omits_] holy. A] ore. l. 11. A] has. F _omits_] noble. +1. 12. A] worthy king. l. 15. A, B and C] For now there. l. 17. A] +bitter threats. l. 19. A--E] struggled. l. 22. A] where you. l. 28. A] +Metour. l. 32. A] of venge-in. l. 33. A] chaft amongst. B--E] +Chast. B--G] among. l. 35. A] looke from me. l. 37. A] that I have +left. l. 38. F] There is. A _omits_] that. l. 40. A] For death to me can be +life. + +p. 135 l. 1. A] as long as. l. 4. A] ore by. l. 8. A _omits_] dear. +1. 9. A] you are. A after this line _adds_] That feedes upon the blood you +gave a life to. l. 14. A] a shame. l. 15. F] Pelican. l. 17. A _omits_] +with purest. l. 32. A, B and C] that by the gods it is a joy. l. 37. A +_omits_] you. + +p. 136, l. 1. A _omits_] Fearing. A] For the Lord Phylaster. l. 2. A] +fellowes. l. 6. A _omits_ this line. l. 7. A] 2 Mes. B and C] Arme, arme, +arme, arme. l. 8. A] take these Citizens. l. 9. A] them. l. 12. A +_omits_] Exit with Are., Phi., Bell. l. 16. A] Exit King, Manet Leon, Cle. +and Tra. l. 18. A] by al the gods. l. 25. A] you lackes. B] ye lacks. +1. 26. A] Skin. A] see you. B] have ye. l. 28. A] brave new. l. 29. +A] My kinde Countrimen. l. 33. A] sawce. l. 34. A] flush amongst +um, and ill speeding. 11. 34 and 35. A] have injurious raine. A _omits_] +unbound. 11. 35 and 36. A] in rafine freeze. A] moth. l. 38. A] preases. + +p. 137, l. r. F] neck. l. 3. A] And know. l. 4. A] gotish. B and C] +goatish. l. 10. A] wide. A] your valours. l. 11. A] we must. A] for't. +A _omits_] 'em. l. 12. A] and you will. B--E] and they. l. 15. A] speake +him well. l. 16. A] courtesies. l. 17. A _omits_] Exit Cle. l. 18. A] +Citizens. l. 20. A _omits_] and soil you. ll. 21 and 22. A] Every long +vocation; and foule shall come up fat And in brave liking. l. 21. B] ever +long. l. 23. A] that poore. l. 24. A _omits_] and. l. 25. A _omits_] Sir. +1. 26. A--G] quench. l. 28. A] Enter Phylaster. l. 33. A] to 't. l. 34. +A] Let me your goodnesse know. l. 36. A, B and C] All my wishes. l. 37. +A] speakes all this. + +p. 138, l. 4. A _omits_} poor. l. 7. A] free her. l. 9. A] noble word. +1. 10. A] you peace. l. 12. A] Now all the. A _omits_] Exeunt Omnes. +1. 13. A] Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens leading +Pharamont prisoner. l.15. B and C] your nimble. B--G] mother. l. 21. B +and C] Kings. l. 22. E and G] you paintings. l. 25. B] beloved. B and C] +Custards. l. 29. B--D] Collers. + +p. 139, l. 1. B] solder'd. l. 6. B] me see. l. 7. For 'lie' G prints +'ie' with a space at the beginning where the 'I' should be. H and +the Folio _misprint_] here I it. l. 8. B] washing. B] do you see sweete +Prince. C] do you sweet Prince. D, E, G and H] sweat. F] swet. l. 12. B--H +and Folio J foe. l. 26. B--G] Nay my beyond, etc. l. 28. B--H] scarcenet. +1. 33. B and C] i Cit. l. 36. B--H] kills. + +p. 140, l. 4. D, E and G] God Captaine. l. 7. B and C] of your 2-hand +sword. l. 9. B--E, G and H] 2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. l. n. B--E, G and H] +2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. B and C] had had. l. 12. C--G] skin bones. l. 35. B, +C and D] stucke. E] stuck. l. 38. B--H] I do desire to be. + +p. 141, l. 2. F] thy name. l. 7. B--H] of all dangers. B--H] altogether. +1. 12. B and C] all these. l. 20. B--G] And make. B and F] +He strives. l. 23. H] your friends. l. 34. B and C] Go thy wayes, thou +art. + +p. 142, l. 2. B and C] attendance. l. 24. Folio _misprints_] is it. l. 33. +B] and hath found. l. 35. F] knew. + +p. 143,1. 4. B--G with variations in spelling] To bear. B] her boy. l. 7. +B--G] sometime. l. 9. D] wine. l. 17. B] As base as are. C _omits_] be. +1. 18. Folio _misprints_] hour. B] heated. l. 36. B--H] that boy. l. 38. +B and C] word. l. 39. F--H] life and rig. + +p. 144, l. 6. B--G] were hateful. l. 11. B and C] oh stay. l. 12. F] +Sir. l. 13. B] tire your constancy. + +p. 145, l. 9. F _omits_] it. l. 22. B and C _omit_] l. l. 27. B--G] All's. +1. 29. B--D make this line the conclusion of Philaster's speech, and +consequently apply the marginal stage-direction to him. + +p. 146, l. 22. B--E] oft would. + +p. 147, l. 1. B--G] but have. l. 17. F _omits_] thou wilt. l. 31. +B--H] vertue. l. 35. F] set us free. + +p. 148, l. 9. F] your self. l. 10. B--E] And like to see. l. 14. After + +this line B--F, H add] + +Finis. + +From p. 138, l. 13, to end of Play, A reads] + + _Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens_, _leading_ PHARAMONT + _prisoner_. + +CAP. Come my brave Mermedons, fal on, let your caps swarm, & your + nimble tongues forget your gibrish, of what you lack, and + set your mouthes ope' children, till your pallats fall + frighted halfe a fathom past the cure of bay-salt & grosse + pepper; and then crie _Phylaster_, brave _Phylaster_. Let + _Phylaster_ be deep in request, my ding-a-dings, my paire + of deare Indentures: King of clubs, the your cut-water- + chamlets, and your painting: let not your hasty silkes, + deerly belovers of Custards & Cheescakes, or your branch + cloth of bodkins, or your tyffenies, your robbin-hood + scarlet and Johns, tie your affections in durance to + your shops, my dainty duckers, up with your three pil'd + spirit's, that rightvalourous, and let your accute colours + make the King to feele the measure of your mightinesse; + Phylaster, cry, myrose nobles, cry. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylasier_. + +CAP. How doe you like this, my Lord prisoner? + These are mad boyes I can tell you, + These bee things that will not strike top-sayle to a Foyst, + And let a Man of warre, an Argosea, + Stoope to carry coales. + +PHAR. Why, you damn'd slaves, doe you know who I am? + +CAP. Yes, my pretie Prince of puppits, we do know, and give you + gentle warning, you talke no more such bugs words, lest + that sodden Crowne should be scracht with a musket; deare + Prince pippin, I'le have you codled, let him loose my + spirits, and make a ring with your bils my hearts: Now let + mee see what this brave man dares doe: note sir, have at + you with this washing blow, here I lie, doe you huffe + sweete Prince? I could hock your grace, and hang you + crosse leg'd, like a Hare at a Poulters stall; and do thus. + +PHAR. Gentlemen, honest Gentlemen-- + +SOUL. A speakes treason Captaine, shal's knock him downe? + +CAP. Hold, I say. + +2 SOUL. Good Captaine let me have one mal at's mazard, I feele my + stomacke strangely provoked to bee at his Spanish + pot-nowle, shal's kill him? + +OMNES. I, kill him, kill him. + +CAP. Againe I say hold. + +3 SOUL. O how ranke he lookes, sweete Captaine let's geld him, and + send his dowsets for a dish to the Burdello. + +4 SOUL. No, let's rather sell them to some woman Chymist, that + extractions, shee might draw an excellent provocative oyle + from useth them, that might be very usefull. + +CAP. You see, my scurvy Don, how precious you are in esteem + amongst us, had you not beene better kept at home, I thinke + you had: must you needes come amongst us, to have your + saffron hide taw'd as wee intend it: My Don, _Phylaster_ + must suffer death to satisfie your melancholly spleene, he + must my Don, he must; but we your Physitians, hold it fit + that you bleede for it: Come my robusticks, my brave + regiment of rattle makers, let's cal a common cornuted + counsell, and like grave Senators, beare up our brancht + crests, in sitting upon the severall tortures we shall put + him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wils + in execution. + +SOME CRIES. Burne him, burne him. + +OTHERS. Hang him, hang him. + + [Enter PHYLASTER. + +CAP. No, rather let's carbinade his cods-head, and cut him to collops: + shall I begin? + +PHI. Stay your furies my loving Countrimen. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_ is come, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_. + +CAP. My porcupines of spite, make roome I say, that I may salute + my brave Prince: and is Prince _Phylaster_ at liberty? +PHI. I am, most loving countrimen. + +CAP. Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kisse, to + whom I crouch and bow; But see my royall sparke, + this head-strong swarme that follow me humming + like a master Bee, have I led forth their Hives, and + being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seazed + him shall suffer for thy wrongs. + +OMNES. I, I, let's kill him, kill him. + +PHI. But heare me, Countrimen. + +CAP. Heare the Prince, I say, heare _Phylaster_. + +OMNES. I, I, heare the Prince, heare the Prince. + +PHI. My comming is to give you thanks, my deere + Countrimen, whose powerfull sway hath curb'd + the prossecuting fury of my foes. + +OMNES. We will curb um, we will curb um. + +PHI. I finde you will, + But if my intrest in your loves be such, + As the world takes notice of, Let me crave + You would deliver _Pharamont_ to my hand, + And from me accept this + + [_Gives um his purse_. + + Testimonie of my love. + Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes, + Which shall redowne with showred courtesies. + +CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty + thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy + perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts + amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we + are those will follow thee, and in thy service will + scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most + noble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's + retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble + _Phylaster_. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_. + + [ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens. + +PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life, + For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd. + +PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King, + Who was carefull to preserve ye. + [_Exit_. + + [_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON. + +TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest. + +LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen. + +CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this. + +LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong + um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad? + +TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your + love to _Phylaster_, sir. + +LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere + serve me to looke on them? + +CLE. O very well Sir. + +LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang + my selfe in revenge. + +CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are. + +LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King + is comming, + + [ _Cornets sounds_. + + _Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a + Gentlewoman, and other attendants_. + +K. No newes of his returne, + Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd? + I feare their outrage, lest it should extend + With dangering of _Pharamonts_ life. + + Enter _PHILASTER_ with _PHARAMONT_. + +LEON. See Sir, _Phylaster_ is return'd. + +PHI. Royall Sir, + Receive into your bosome your desired peace, + Those discontented mutineares be appeasde, + And this fortaigne Prince in safety. + +K. How happie am I in thee _Phylaster_? + Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love, + I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome. + I here surrender up all Soveraignetie, + Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride, + + [_Delivers his Crowne to him_. + + Ashume my Son to take what is thy due. + +PHA. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to + me. + +KIN. But heaven hath made asignement unto him, + And brought your contract to anullity: + Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire, + Had not your hell-bred lust dride up the spring, + From whence flow'd forth those favours that you found: + I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, + Your selfe hath crost your selfe. + +LEON. They are married sir. + +PHAR. How married? I hope your highnesse will not use me so, + I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone. + +KING. I cannot helpe it sir. + +LEON. To returne alone, you neede not sir, + Here is one will beare you company. + You know this Ladies proofe, if you + Fail'd not in the say-taging. + +ME. I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt, + Or is there said or done, ought I repent, + But can retort even to your grinning teeths, + Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps + May not be tract, yet may they tread awry, + That boy there-- + +BEL. If to me ye speake Lady, + I must tell you, you have lost your selfe + In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot + Both modesty and truth, with what impudence + You have throwne most damnable aspertions + On that noble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world; + Behold me sir. + [_Kneeles to_ LEON, _and discovers her haire_. + +LEON. I should know this face; my daughter. + +BEL. The same sir. + +PRIN. How, our sometime Page, _Bellario_, turn'd woman? + +BEL. Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe, + Proceeded from a respective modest + Affection I bare to my my Lord, + The Prince _Phylaster_, to do him service, + As farre from any lacivious thought, + As that Lady is farre from goodnesse, + And if my true intents may be beleeved, + And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde, + You have the truth. + +PRIN. I doe beleeve thee, _Bellario_ I shall call thee still. + +PHI. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance. + +LEON. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now; + Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would steale + Into your face, if ye had grace to entertaine it, + Do ye slinke away? + + [ _Exit_ MEGRA _hiding her face_, + +KING. Give present order she be banisht the Court, + And straightly confinde till our further + Pleasure is knowne. + +PHAR. Heres such an age of transformation, that I doe not + know how to trust my selfe, I'le get me gone to: Sir, + the disparagement you have done, must be cald in + question. I have power to right my selfe, and will. + + [ _Exit_ PHARAMONT. + +KING. We feare ye not Sir. + +PHI. Let a strong convoy guard him through the Kingdome, + With him, let's part with all our cares and feare, + And Crowne with joy our happy loves successe. + +KING. Which to make more full, Lady _Gallatea_, + Let honour'd _Clerimont_ acceptance finde + In your chast thoughts. + +PHI. Tis my sute too. + +PRIN. Such royall spokes-men must not be deni'd. + +GAL. Nor shall not, Madame. + +KING. Then thus I joyne your hands. + +GAL. Our hearts were knit before. + [ _They kisse_. + +PHI. But tis you Lady, must make all compleat, + And gives a full perod to content, + Let your loves cordiall againe revive, + The drooping spirits of noble _Trasiline_. + What saies Lord _Leon_ to it? + +LEON. Marry my Lord I say, I know she once lov'd him. + At least made shew she did, + But since tis my Lord _Phylasters_ desire, + I'le make a surrender of all the right + A father has in her; here take her sir, + With all my heart, and heaven give you joy. + +KING. Then let us in these nuptuall feastes to hold, + Heaven hath decreed, and Fate stands uncontrold. + + FINIS. + + + +PHILASTER. VERSE AND PROSE VARIATIONS. + + +The variations are those of A except where otherwise stated. p. 78, l. +35. A prints this speech as prose. + +p. 79, l. 39, and p. 80, l. 1. A reads as one line. + +p. 80, 11. 6 and 7. One line. ll. 8 and 9. One line. l. 11. A gives +this speech as prose. ll. 37--40, and p. 81, l. r. Four lines ending +bold, Turcle, shaddow, over. + +p. 81, ll. 12--17. Five lines ending _armes, hath, disputing, are, +me_. 1. 19. Eight lines ending _him, his, thine, cold, such, follies, +presence, me_. l. 28. This speech in two lines ending _freedome_, +_temperde_. l. 32. This speech in four lines ending _succession_, +_is_, _within_, _knowledge_. + +p. 82, ll. 1 and 2. One line. l.9. C, D, E] two lines, _them_, +_Atlas_. l. 18. This speech and the next as prose. l. 33. The rest +of the speech in seven lines, ending _whispers_, _will_, _there_, +_service_, _factious_, _hand_, _servant_. l. 39. B, C, D, E] two +lines, _hand_, _servant_. + +p. 83, ll. 1-4. Prose. l. 14. This speech and the next prose. ll. +29-31. Two lines ending _please_ and _yeares_. l. 33. The rest of the +speech in prose. + +p. 84, ll. 2-4. Two lines ending _Age_ and _me_. ll. 6-11. Four lines +ending _Gentlewoman_, _alive_, _idle_, _pilgrimage_. ll. 22 and 23. +Prose. l. 26. This speech and the next in prose. + +p. 85, ll. 1 and 2. One line. ll. 3-32. Prose. ll. 34-38. Four lines +ending _with-_, _make_, _your_, _obay_. l. 40 and p. 86, l. 1. One +line. + +p. 86, ll. 4-11. Seven lines ending _say_, _woman_, _them_, +_detracted_, _you_, _disgrace_, _vertues_. ll. 14-16. Two lines +ending _fortunes_, _question_. ll. 18-20. Two lines ending _affoord_, +_wisht_. ll. 21 and 22. One line. ll. 27-32. Four lines ending +_stories_, _Crowne_, _longing_, _more_. + +p. 87, ll. 1-12. Ten lines ending _dreadfully_, _he_, _tongue_, _his_, +_begin_, _love_, _you_, _beg_, _price_, _heare_. ll. 17-19. Two lines +ending _yet_, _in_. ll. 21-23. Prose. ll. 26-30. Prose. ll. 34-40. Six +lines ending _so_, _better_, _gods_, _some_, _us_, _it_. l. 30. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _man_, _jealous_. + +p. 88, ll. 1-6. Five lines ending _long_, _often_, _intelligence_, +_agree_, _tread_. l. 6. B, C, D, E] two lines, _agree_, _tread_. l. 7. +B, C, D, E] two lines, _boy_, _intent_. l. 7. This speech in prose. + +p. 89, l. 2. B, C, D, E] two lines, _selfe_, _Prince_. l. 7. B, D, E] +two lines, _made_, _himselfe_. l. 7. Two lines ending _Phylaster_ and +_himselfe_. ll. 10 and 11. Two lines ending _ever_, _lie_. ll. 18-20. +Two lines ending _ceremonies_ and _heart_. ll. 21 and 22. One line. +ll. 27-29. Prose. l. 38. This speech in prose. + +p. 90, ll. 4 and 5. Two lines ending _much_, _Princesse_. l. 6. This +speech and the next in prose. l. 16. This speech beginning from +'Madam' and the next speech in prose. ll. 29-34. Six lines ending +_regard_, _modesty_, _aske_, _deserve_, _nothing_, _yours_. l. 32. B, +C, D, E] two lines, _aske_, _deserve_. l. 35. The rest of the speech +in prose. + +p. 91, ll. 6-11. Prose. ll. 13-17. Prose. l. 18 and B, C, D, E] +two lines ending _all_, _behaviour_. ll. 19-29. Ten lines ending +_ignorance_, _learne_, _larger_, _fault_, _once_, _boy_, _warning_, +_stubborneness_, _off_, _mend_. ll. 32-40. Seven lines ending +_businesse_, _her_, _full_, _trust_, _joy_, _weepe_, _Princesse_. + +p. 92, ll. 1-12. Prose. ll. 14-20. Nine lines ending _must_, _not_, +_word_, _all_, _taking_, _life_, _fault_, _boulted_, _Madame_. + +p. 93, ll. 5-12. Nine lines ending _grace_, _remedy_, _morning_, +_Cardus_, _exercise_, _Tiller_, _Flebotomie_, _whay_, _anymales_. ll. +15-18. Four lines ending _well_, _appetite_, _gold_, _then_. ll. 25 +and 26. Two lines ending _behind_, _this_. + +p. 94, ll. 5 and 6. Two lines ending _enough_, _Age_. ll. 7 and 8. Two +lines ending _smooth_, _enough_. ll. 16-23. Prose. l. 24. Two lines +ending _prose_, _Madame_. l. 27. Two lines ending _first_, _now_. ll. +30-32. Two lines ending _sweetest_, _me_. ll. 35 and 36. Three +lines ending _sentence, memory, me_. ll. 38-40. Three lines ending +_endeavour_, _night_, _for't_. + +p. 95, ll. 1--20. Twenty-one lines ending _owne, teaching, measures, +function, selfe, her, her, indeed, sir, selfe, schoolemaister, maid, +Gallatea, favour, now, wit, guard, toot, Jubiter, Lady, welcome_. ll. +25--29. Six lines ending _um, want, thoughts, bashfull, with, you_. + +p. 96, ll. 8 and 9. One line. ll. 26--32. Prose. ll. 36 and 37. Prose. + +p. 97, ll. 17--29. Prose. ll. 30--35. Five lines ending _credit, +sound, satyes, too, away_. ll. 37--39. Prose. + +p. 98, ll. 1--5. Prose (probably). ll. 8--10. Prose. ll. 20--23. Four +lines ending _by, hand, Princesse, selfe_. ll. 25 and 26. One line. +ll. 33 and 34. Two lines ending _grace, bed_. l. 37 and p. 99, ll. 1 +and 2. Three lines ending _late, comes, him_. + +p. 99, ll. 5--16. Prose. ll. 19--36. Prose. + +p. 100, ll. 11--18. Prose. ll. 20--22. Prose. ll. 26 and 27. Two lines +ending _sir, you_. ll. 33 and 34. Two lines ending _life, heere_. ll. +36--39 and p. 101, l. 1. Prose. + +p. 101, ll. 2--5. Three lines ending _wrongd, lodging, say_. ll. +8--23. Prose. ll. 28--32. Five lines ending _two, hold, lye, not, +mistaken_. ll. 37--39 and p. 102, ll. 1--9. Ten lines ending _lust, +thoughts, diseases, me, courtesies, daughter, Court, orrenges, +candles, Venus_. + +p. 102, ll. 10--25. Thirteen lines ending _laugh, King, by, fellowes, +mirth, me, more, leaps, her, eighteene, when, madness, height_. ll. +32--39. Seven lines ending _it, commonly, at, forraigne, tongue, +people, Princesse_. + +p. 103, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _her, boy_. ll. 10--17. Eight +lines ending _tongue, King, him, infections, brave, boy, else, +Gentlemen_. ll. 24--36. Eleven lines ending _us, freemen, age, right, +Scepter, Lady, boy, thing, Prince, part, mind_. l. 37 and p. 104, ll. +1 and 2. Three lines ending _Phylaster, Creature, earth_. + +p. 104, ll. 4--7. Three lines ending _people, corne, way_. ll. 25--29. +Prose. l. 29. B, C, D] two lines, _doe, acceptation_. ll. 30--38. +Seven lines ending _know, head, king, word, attempts, me, friends_. + +p. 105, l. 4. B, C, D, E] two lines, _time, would_. ll. 1--9. Nine +lines ending _selfe, sufficient, loves, would, expect, violence, know, +now, lov'd_. ll. 16--28. Ten lines ending _thought, Lady, pardon'd, +redeemed, increase, I, hils, all, necke, denude_. ll. 29 and 30. One +line. ll. 31--37. Prose. l. 40 and p. 106, ll. 1 and 2. Prose. + +p. 106, l. 4 (from 'Good Sir')--7. Prose. ll. 21--25. Prose. ll. 27 +and 28. One line. ll. 29--31. Three lines ending _looke, Lord, selfe_. +ll. 36 and 37. Three lines ending _them, fault, silence_. l. 37. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _slept, silence_. l. 40 and p. 107, ll. 1 and 2. Two +lines ending _corners, land_. + +p. 107, ll. 12 and 13. One line. ll. 19--39 and p. 108, II. 1--3. +Twenty lines ending _her, breast, circumstances, now, simply, +honourable, truth, selves, fight, sight, once, againe, fat, before, +man, weare, blush, mortalitie, brow, guilty_. l. 35. B] two lines, +_man, gods_. + +p. 108, ll. 7--9. Three lines ending _me, boy, brave_. ll. 13 and 14. +Two lines ending _boy, here_. ll. 17--19. Three lines ending _snow, +boy, thee_. ll. 22--27. Five lines ending _life, fond, trust, pay, +me_. ll. 30--36. Prose. l. 40 and p. 109, ll. 1--3. Prose. + +p. 109, ll. 4 and 5. One line. ll. 15 (from 'Come she dos')--37. +Prose. l. 40 and p. 110, ll. 1--3. Four lines ending _lust, desires, +her, ages_. + +p. 110, l. 3. B, C, D, E] two lines, _reveale, ages_. l. 4. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _heart, disease_. l. 4. Two lines ending _heart, +deceit_. ll. 9 and 10. One line. ll. 15 and 16. Two lines ending +_life, now_. l. 16. B, C, D] two lines, _hate thee, now_. ll. 20--22. +Three lines ending _where, me, not_. ll. 23--26. Three lines ending +_life, asunder, away_. ll. 29 and 30. One line. ll. 31--33. Three +lines ending _live, passionate, reason_. l. 33. B, C, D, E] two lines, +_passionate, reason_. ll. 35--39. Four lines ending _borne, jealousie, +againe, lost_. l. 39. B, C, D, E] two lines, _game, lost_. + +p. 111, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _melt, all_. ll. 4--6. +Three lines ending _with, of, me_. l. 6. B, C, D, E] two lines, +_punishments, me_. ll. 7--24. Prose. ll. 26--34. Prose. ll. 35--37. +Two lines ending _deservest, unkind_. + +p. 112, ll. 3--7. Five lines ending _over, him, spoken, such, stay_. +l. 7. B, C, D, E] two lines, _angry, slay_. ll. 17 and 18. Two lines +ending _well, him_. l. 31. B, C, D, E] two lines, _me, boy_. ll. 32 +and 33. One line. ll. 35--38. Four lines ending _me, gods, selfe, +done_. + +p. 113, ll. 4--6. Three lines ending _foule, it, farewell_. ll. +9--15. Six lines ending _truth, defamings, fortified, tongues, foule, +mountains_. l. 20. Two lines ending _servant, me_. ll. 21--25. Prose. + +p. 114, ll. 6--8. Four lines ending it, _eye-lids, crie, Phylaster_. +l. 8. B, C, D, E] my deere | deare _Philaster_. ll. 9--12. Three lines +ending _thee, loyal, better_. l. 13. B, C, D, E] two lines, _againe, +Bellario_. ll. 16--18. Three lines ending _all, that, wrongs_. l. 27. +Two lines ending _not, thus_. l. 27. B, C, D, E] two lines, _talke, +thus_. ll. 30--40 and p. 115, l. 1. Ten lines ending _naked, +mischiefe, me, bosome, mirth, King, Mourners, length, cursed boy, +lust_. + +p. 115, l. 1. B, C, D, E] two lines, _boy, lust_. l. 3 and B, C, D, +E] two lines ending _overthrow, wretched_. ll. 4--23. Sixteen lines +ending _this, it, foote, seeke, Cave, are, hell, Scorpyons, woven, +you, face, have, you, night, are, altogether_. ll. 29--34. Five lines +ending _transparant, me, holds, constancie, now_. ll. 38--40 and p. +116, l. 2. Four lines ending _passion, wicked, that, understoodst,_ + +p. 116, ll. 6--10. Three lines ending _desease, me, swell_. ll. +14--21. Eight lines ending _leave, ever, Lady, fault, suffering, mine, +seeke, die_. ll. 28 and 29. Two lines ending _hunt, earnestness_. ll. +30--32. Two lines ending _canst, thee_. + +p. 117, ll. 7--9. Three lines ending _veniall, spirit, it_. ll. +13--15. Three lines ending _enough, purlewes, poaching_. ll. 24--30. +Nine lines ending _repent, him, member, mouth, now, presently, +Almanacks, liver, dog-whip_. Il. 31--33. Four lines ending _lookes, +neighbours, face, honest_. + +p. 119, ll. 17--21. Five lines ending _dwelt, reedes, borne, isstie, +vexation_. 1. 21. B, C, D, E] two lines, _life, vexation_. ll. 23--37. +Ten lines ending _beasts, as, body, speake, Lord, pittie, fortunes, +bounty, keepe, hunger_. + +p. 120, ll. 6--17. Ten lines ending _me, trade, againe, so, thee, +worke, way, are, rage, way_. ll. 32--37 and p. 121, ll. i and 2. +Eight lines ending _stray, businesse, armes, peace, us, her, seene, +willingly_. + +p. 121, ll. 12--18. Prose. l. 23. C, D, E] two lines, _not, blood_. +ll. 20--34. Prose. ll. 38 and 39 and p. 122, ll. i and 2. Three lines +ending _gods, adord, Thunder_. + +p. 122, ll. 6 and 7. Two lines ending _way, on_. ll. 12--14. Prose l. +14. B, C, D, E] two lines, _wood, her_. ll. 21 and 22. Prose. ll. 24 +and 25. Two lines ending _alive, Taylor_. ll. 30 and 31. Prose. l. 39 +and + +p. 123, ll. 1--18. Prose. + +p. 123, ll. 22--26. Two lines ending _speaking, not_, and Prose. l. 29 +and p. 124, ll. 4--19. Eleven lines ending _kist, Basaliskes, women, +up, act, fire, teares, beds, face, issues, you_. + +p. 124, ll. 4--19. Thirteen lines ending _me, done, Eolus, I, sword, +you, controule, me, thoughts, now, pulse, more, die_. ll. 25--35. Ten +lines ending _that, do, last, wise, resolve, suffer, hand, earth, +other, here_. l. 31. B, C, D, E] two lines, _doe, suffer_. ll. 38--40 +and p. 125, ll. 1 and 2. Four lines ending _power, Justice, heaven, +to't_. + +p. 125, ll. 5--10. Seven lines ending _Forrest, home, me, selfe, +shouting, braines, wits_. ll. 19 and 20. Prose. ll. 21 and 22. Two +lines ending _not, ye_. ll. 23 and 24. Prose. l. 24. B, C, D, E] two +lines, _head, to_. Il. 30--32. Prose. ll. 35 and 36. Two lines ending +_rogue, now_. + +p. 126, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _woman, her_. ll. 25--28. Prose. + +p. 127, ll. 5--7. Three lines ending _giddy, sleepe, wake_. ll. +13--25. Fourteen lines ending _conceale, follow, sleeping, sleepe, +wronged, broken, take, escape, blood, mischiefe, once, body, mortal, +thee_. ll. 26 and 27. Prose. l. 29. Line ends with first _here_. ll. +33 and 34. Two lines ending _thou, me_. ll. 37 and 38. One line. l. 39 +and p. 128, ll. l--3. Three lines ending _live, much, you_. + +p. 128, ll. 19 and 20. Two lines ending _beasts, men_. ll.22--24. Two +lines ending _her, her_. ll. 25 and 26. Prose. ll. 29--34. Four lines +ending _thoughts, death, mectne, tortour_. l. 38 and p. 129, ll. +1--11. Eleven lines ending _Page, carelesse, me, over-fiowde, them, +turnde, streames, contem'd, great, live, revenged_. + +p. 129, ll. 12--14. Two lines ending _life, vigor_. l. 17 and B, C, D] +two lines ending _away, rudely_. ll. 24--28. Four lines ending _then, +you, teach, him_. ll. 30 and 31. One line. + +p. 130, ll. 6--20. Prose. l. 20. B, C, D, E] two lines, _wealth, +Philaster_. 1. 23. B, C, D, E] two lines, _two, Philaster_. ll. +30--38. Prose. l. 32. B, C, D, E] two lines, _talke, prison_. + +p. 131, l. 3 and B, C, D, E] two lines ending _on, match_. l. 6. Two +lines ending _heads, trick_. ll. 24--33. Nine lines ending _Bellario, +heaven, paire, bore, me, death, boy, beasts, innocence_. l. 34 and p. +132, ll. 1--6. Seven lines _ending worthy, peece, you, honour, close, +perjurie, nothing_. + +p. 132, ll. 15--17. Two lines ending _sleepe, love_. ll. 20 and 21. +Prose. 1. 21. B, C, D, E] two lines, _it, on_. ll. 28 and 29. Two +lines ending _love, truely_. + +p. 133, H. 6 and 7. One line. ll. 10--23. Twelve lines ending _at, +lightly, him, bridges, rootes, thunders, back, Townes, desolate, +lives, sacrifice, ruines_. ll. 26--38 and p. 134, ll. 1--12. Prose. + +p. 134, ll. 14--35. Prose. ll. 36 and 37. One line. l. 40 and p. 135, +1. i. Two lines ending _Pharamont, heads-man_. + +p. 135, ll. 3 and 4. Prose. ll. 7--33. Twenty-three lines ending +_life, monster, to, living, writ, you, men, Pelion, brasse, Pyramides, +gods, faults, issues, wisedomes, off, self, King, sinne, soule, long, +you, die, in't_. + +p. 136, ll. 2 and 3. One line. ll. 24--29. Seven lines ending _deere, +not, Chronicled, prais'd, ballads, seculorum, Countrimen_. + +p. 137, ll. 8--22. Sixteen lines ending _them, raise, neede, for't, +sheepe, heate, me, Lord, Prince, him, wits, pin, me, bakon, fat, +liking_. ll. 29--39 and p. 138, ll. 1--6. Thirteen lines ending +_miseries, danger, you, to't, be, repentance, gods, me, thunder, +wrong, boy, sea-breach, it_. + +p. 138, ll. 33--36. B--G] four lines ending _boyes, top-sailes, +Argosie, Cockels_. F and G print last 2 ll. as one. + +p. 139, l. 26. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _you and King_. l. 36. B, +C, D, E] two lines ending _kils, Boyes_. + +p. 143, l. 11. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _earth, me_. l. 40. B, C, +D, E] two lines ending _away, once_. + +p. 145, l. 8. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _lives, Pilgrimage_. l. 17. +B, C, D, E] two lines ending _she, dyed_, l. 32. B, C, D, E] two lines +ending _shame, rest_. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Philaster, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PHILASTER *** + +***** This file should be named 10850-8.txt or 10850-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/0/8/5/10850/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jayam Subramanian and PG Distributed +Proofreaders + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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Scena prima. + + _Enter Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_Cler_. Here's not Lords nor Ladies. + +_Dion_. Credit me Gentlemen, I wonder at it. + They receiv'd 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? + +_Di_. Sir, it is plain about the _Spanish_ Prince, that's come + to marry our Kingdoms Heir, and be our Soveraign. + +_Thra_. Many (that will seem to know much) say, she looks + not on him like a Maid in Love. + +_Di_. O Sir, the multitude (that seldom know any thing + but their own opinions) speak that they would have; but + the Prince, before his own approach, receiv'd so many + confident messages from the State, that I think she's + resolv'd to be rul'd. + +_Cle_. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy both these + Kingdoms of _Cicilie_ and _Calabria_. + +_Di_. Sir, it is (without controversie) so meant. But 'twill + be a troublesome labour for him to enjoy both these + Kingdoms, with safetie, the right Heir to one of them + living, and living so vertuously, especially the people + admiring the bravery of his mind, and lamenting his + injuries. + +_Cle_. Who, Philaster? + +_Di_. Yes, whose Father we all know, was by our late + King of _Calabria_, unrighteously deposed from his + fruitful _Cicilie_. My self 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. + +_Di_. 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 _Cicilie_ and his own, + with offering but to imprison _Philaster_. At which the City + was in arms, not to be charm'd down by any State-order or + Proclamation, till they saw _Philaster_ ride through the + streets pleas'd, and without a guard; at which they threw + their Hats, and their arms from them; some to make + bonefires, 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 aw his own with. + + [ _Enter_ Galatea, Megra, _and a Lady_. + +_Thra_. See, the Ladies, what's the first? + +_Di_. A wise and modest Gentlwoman that attends the Princess. + +_Cle_. The second? + +_Di_. She is one that may stand still discreetly enough, and + ill favour'dly Dance her Measure; simper when she is + Courted by her Friend, and slight her Husband. + +_Cle_. The last? + +_Di_. Marry I think she is one whom the State keeps for + the Agents of our confederate Princes: she'll cog and lie + with a whole army before the League shall break: her + name is common through the Kingdom, and the Trophies + of her dishonour, advanced beyond _Hercules_-pillars. + She loves to try the several constitutions of mens bodies; + and indeed has destroyed the worth of her own body, by + making experiment upon it, for the good of the + Common-wealth. + +_Cle_. She's a profitable member. + +_La_. Peace, if you love me: you shall see these Gentlemen + stand their ground, and not Court us. + +_Gal_. What if they should? + +_Meg_. What if they should? + +_La_. Nay, let her alone; what if they should? why, if + they should, I say, they were never abroad: what + Foreigner would do so? it writes them directly + untravel'd. + +_Gal_. Why, what if they be? + +_Meg_. What if they be? + +_La_. Good Madam let her go on; what if they be? Why + if they be I will justifie, they cannot maintain + discourse with a judicious Lady, nor make a Leg, + nor say Excuse me. + +_Gal_. Ha, ha, ha. + +_La_. Do you laugh Madam? + +_Di_. Your desires upon you Ladies. + +_La_. Then you must sit beside us. + +_Di_. I shall sit near you then Lady. + +_La_. Near me perhaps: But there's a Lady indures no + stranger; and to me you appear a very strange fellow. + +_Meg_. Me thinks he's not so strange, he would quickly be + acquainted. + +_Thra_. Peace, the King. + + [ _Enter_ King, Pharamond, Arethusa, _and Train_. + +_King_. To give a stronger testimony of love + Than sickly promises (which commonly + In Princes find both birth and burial + In one breath) we have drawn you worthy Sir, + To make your fair indearments to [our] daughter, + And worthy services known to our subjects, + Now lov'd and wondered at. Next, our intent, + To plant you deeply, our immediate Heir, + Both to our Blood and Kingdoms. For this Lady, + (The best part of your life, as you confirm me, + And I believe) though her few years and sex + Yet teach her nothing but her fears and blushes, + Desires without desire, discourse and knowledge + Only of what her self is to her self, + Make her feel moderate health: and when she sleeps, + In making no ill day, knows no ill dreams. + Think not (dear Sir) these undivided parts, + That must mould up a Virgin, are put on + To shew her so, as borrowed ornaments, + To speak her perfect love to you, or add + An Artificial shadow to her nature: + No Sir; I boldly dare proclaim her, yet + No Woman. But woo her still, and think her modesty + A sweeter mistress than the offer'd Language + Of any Dame, were she a Queen whose eye + Speaks common loves and comforts to her servants. + Last, noble son, (for so I now must call you) + What I have done thus publick, is not only + To add a comfort in particular + To you or me, but all; and to confirm + The Nobles, and the Gentry of these Kingdoms, + By oath to your succession, which shall be + Within this month at most. + +_Thra_. This will be hardly done. + +_Cle_. It must be ill done, if it be done. + +_Di_. When 'tis at best, 'twill be but half done, + Whilst so brave a Gentleman's wrong'd and flung off. + +_Thra_. I fear. + +_Cle_. Who does not? + +_Di_. I fear not for my self, and yet I fear too: + Well, we shall see, we shall see: no more. + +_Pha_. Kissing your white hand (Mistress) I take leave, + To thank your Royal Father: and thus far, + To be my own free Trumpet. Understand + Great King, and these your subjects, mine that must be, + (For so deserving you have spoke me Sir, + And so deserving I dare speak my self) + To what a person, of what eminence, + Ripe expectation of what faculties, + Manners and vertues you would wed your Kingdoms? + You in me have your wishes. Oh this Country, + By more than all my hopes I hold it + Happy, in their dear memories that have been + Kings great and good, happy in yours, that is, + And from you (as a Chronicle to keep + Your Noble name from eating age) do I + Opine myself most happy. Gentlemen, + Believe me in a word, a Princes word, + There shall be nothing to make up a Kingdom + Mighty, and flourishing, defenced, fear'd, + Equall to be commanded and obey'd, + But through the travels of my life I'le find it, + And tye it to this Country. And I vow + My reign shall be so easie to the subject, + That every man shall be his Prince himself, + And his own law (yet I his Prince and law.) + And dearest Lady, to your dearest self + (Dear, in the choice of him, whose name and lustre + Must make you more and mightier) let me say, + You are the blessed'st living; for sweet Princess, + You shall enjoy a man of men, to be + Your servant; you shall make him yours, for whom + Great Queens must die. + +_Thra_. Miraculous. + +_Cle_. This speech calls him _Spaniard_, being nothing but + A large inventory of his own commendations. + + [_Enter_ Philaster. + +_Di_. I wonder what's his price? For certainly he'll tell + himself he has so prais'd 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, in all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues, one sinew + sound enough to promise for him, he shall be Constable. + By this Sun, he'll ne're make King unless it be for trifles, + in my poor judgment. + +_Phi_. Right Noble Sir, as low as my obedience, + And with a heart as Loyal as my knee, + I beg your favour. + +_King_. Rise, you have it Sir. + +_Di_. 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 'um freely? + Be still my royal Soveraign. + +_King_. As a subject + We give you freedom. + +_Di_. Now it heats. + +_Phi_. Then thus I turn + My language to you Prince, you foreign man. + Ne're stare nor put on wonder, for you must + Indure me, and you shall. This earth you tread upon + (A dowry as you hope with this fair Princess, + Whose memory I bow to) was not left + By my dead Father (Oh, I had a Father) + To your inheritance, and I up and living, + Having my self about me and my sword, + The souls of all my name, and memories, + These arms and some few friends, besides the gods, + To part so calmly with it, and sit still, + And say I might have been! I tell thee _Pharamond_, + When thou art King, look I be dead and rotten, + And my name ashes; For, hear me _Pharamond_, + This very ground thou goest on, this fat earth, + My Fathers friends made fertile with their faiths, + Before that day of shame, shall gape and swallow + Thee and thy Nation, like a hungry grave, + Into her hidden bowels: Prince, it shall; + By _Nemesis_ it shall. + +_Pha_. He's mad beyond cure, mad. + +_Di_. Here's a fellow has some fire in's veins: + The outlandish Prince looks like a Tooth-drawer. + +_Phi_. Sir, Prince of Poppingjayes, I'le make it well appear + To you I am not mad. + +_King_. You displease us. + You are too bold. + +_Phi_. No Sir, I am too tame, + Too much a Turtle, a thing born without passion, + A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud sails over, + And makes nothing. + +_King_. I do not fancy this, + Call our Physicians: sure he is somewhat tainted. + +_Thra_. I do not think 'twill prove so. + +_Di_. H'as 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'le run his + hazard, although I run my name out of the + Kingdom. + +_Cle_. Peace, we are one soul. + +_Pha_. What you have seen in me, to stir offence, + I cannot find, unless it be this Lady + Offer'd into mine arms, with the succession, + Which I must keep though it hath pleas'd your fury + To mutiny within you; without disputing + Your _Genealogies_, or taking knowledge + Whose branch you are. The King will leave it me; + And I dare make it mine; you have your answer. + +_Phi_. If thou wert sole inheritor to him, + That made the world his; and couldst see no sun + Shine upon any but thine: were _Pharamond_ + As truly valiant, as I feel him cold, + And ring'd among the choicest of his friends, + Such as would blush to talk such serious follies, + Or back such bellied commendations, + And from this present, spight of all these bugs, + You should hear further from me. + +_King_. Sir, you wrong the Prince: + I gave you not this freedom to brave our best friends, + You deserve our frown: go to, be better temper'd. + +_Phi_. It must be Sir, when I am nobler us'd. + +_Gal_. Ladyes, + This would have been a pattern of succession, + Had he ne're met this mischief. By my life, + He is the worthiest the true name of man + This day within my knowledge. + +_Meg_. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge, + But the other is the man set in mine eye; + Oh! 'tis a Prince of wax. + +_Gal_. A Dog it is. + +_King_. _Philaster_, tell me, + The injuries you aim at in your riddles. + +_Phi_. If you had my eyes Sir, and sufferance, + My griefs upon you and my broken fortunes, + My want's great, and now nought but hopes and fears, + My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laught at. + Dare you be still my King and right me not? + +_King_. Give me your wrongs in private. + + [_They whisper_. + +_Phi_. Take them, and ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas. + +_Di_. He dares not stand the shock. + +_Di_. 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: mens hearts and faces are + so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but + view yon stranger well, and you shall see a Feaver + through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true + Tenant; if he give not back his Crown again, upon the + report of an Elder Gun, I have no augury. + +_King_. Go to: + Be more your self, as you respect our favour: + You'I stir us else: Sir, I must have you know + That y'are and shall be at our pleasure, what fashion we + Will put upon you: smooth your brow, or by the gods. + +_Phi_. I am dead Sir, y'are my fate: it was not I + Said I was not wrong'd: I carry all about me, + My weak stars led me to all my weak fortunes. + Who dares in all this presence speak (that is + But man of flesh and may be mortal) tell me + I do not most intirely love this Prince, + And honour his full vertues! + +_King_. Sure he's possest. + +_Phi_. Yes, with my Fathers spirit; It's here O King! + A dangerous spirit; now he tells me King, + I was a Kings heir, bids me be a King, + And whispers to me, these be all my Subjects. + 'Tis strange, he will not let me sleep, but dives + Into my fancy, and there gives me shapes + That kneel, and do me service, cry me King: + But I'le suppress him, he's a factious spirit, + And will undo me: noble Sir, [your] hand, I am your + servant. + +_King_. Away, I do not like this: + I'le make you tamer, or I'le dispossess you + Both of life and spirit: For this time + I pardon your wild speech, without so much + As your imprisonment. + + [_Ex_. King, Pha. _and_ Are. + +_Di_. I thank you Sir, you dare not for the people. + +_Gal_. Ladies, what think you now of this brave fellow? + +_Meg_. A pretty talking fellow, hot at hand; but eye yon + stranger, is not he a fine compleat Gentleman? O these + strangers, I do affect them strangely: they do the rarest + home things, and please the fullest! as I live, could + love all the Nation over and over for his sake. + +_Gal_. Pride comfort your poor head-piece Lady: 'tis a + weak one, and had need of a Night-cap. + +_Di_. See how his fancy labours, has he not spoke + Home, and bravely? what a dangerous train + Did he give fire to! How he shook the King, + Made his soul melt within him, and his blood + Run into whay! it stood upon his brow, + Like a cold winter dew. + +_Phi_. Gentlemen, + You have no suit to me? I am no minion: + You stand (methinks) like men that would be Courtiers, + If you could well be fiatter'd at a price, + Not to undo your Children: y'are all honest: + Go get you home again, and make your Country + A vertuous Court, to which your great ones may, + In their Diseased age, retire, and live recluse. + +_Cle_. How do you worthy Sir? + +_Phi_. Well, very well; + And so well, that if the King please, I find + I may live many years. + +_Di_. The King must please, + Whilst we know what you are, and who you are, + Your wrongs and [injuries]: shrink not, worthy Sir, + But add your Father to you: in whose name, + We'll waken all the gods, and conjure up + The rods of vengeance, the abused people, + Who like to raging torrents shall swell high, + And so begirt the dens of these Male-dragons, + That through the strongest safety, they shall beg + For mercy at your swords point. + +_Phi_. Friends, no more, + Our years may he corrupted: 'Tis an age + We dare not trust our wills to: do you love me? + +_Thra_. Do we love Heaven and honour? + +_Phi_. My Lord _Dion_, you had + A vertuous Gentlewoman call'd you Father; + Is she yet alive? + +_Di_. Most honour'd Sir, she is: + And for the penance but of an idle dream, + Has undertook a tedious Pilgrimage. + + [ _Enter a_ Lady. + +_Phi_. Is it to me, or any of these Gentlemen you come? + +_La_. To you, brave Lord; the Princess would intreat + Your present company. + +_Phi_. The Princess send for me! y'are mistaken. + +_La_. If you be call'd _Philaster_, 'tis to you. + +_Phi_. Kiss her hand, and say I will attend her. + +_Di_. Do you know what you do? + +_Phi_. Yes, go to see a woman. + +_Cle_. But do you weigh the danger you are in? + +_Phi_. Danger in a sweet face? + By _Jupiter_ I must not fear a woman. + +_Thra_. But are you sure it was the Princess sent? + It may be some foul train to catch your life. + +_Phi_. I do not think it Gentlemen: she's noble, + Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red + And white friends in her face may steal my soul out: + There's all the danger in't: but be what may, + Her single name hath arm'd me. + + [_Ex_. Phil. + +_Di_. Go on: + And be as truly happy as thou art fearless: + Come Gentlemen, let's make our friends acquainted, + Lest the King prove false. + + [_Ex. Gentlemen_. + + _Enter_ Arethusa _and a_ Lady. + +_Are_. Comes he not? + +_La_. Madam? + +_Are_. Will _Philaster_ come? + +_La_. Dear Madam, you were wont + To credit me at first. + +_Are_. But didst thou tell me so? + I am forgetful, and my womans strength + Is so o'recharg'd with danger like to grow + About my Marriage that these under-things + Dare not abide in such a troubled sea: + How look't he, when he told thee he would come? + +_La_. Why, well. + +_Are_. And not a little fearful? + +_La_. Fear Madam? sure he knows not what it is. + +_Are_. You are all of his Faction; the whole Court + Is bold in praise of him, whilst I + May live neglected: and do noble things, + As fools in strife throw gold into the Sea, + Drown'd in the doing: but I know he fears. + +_La_. Fear? Madam (me thought) his looks hid more + Of love than fear. + +_Are_. Of love? To whom? to you? + Did you deliver those plain words I sent, + With such a winning gesture, and quick look + That you have caught him? + +_La_. Madam, I mean to you. + +_Are_. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance + Lets thee not see the crosses of our births: + Nature, that loves not to be questioned + Why she did this, or that, but has her ends, + And knows she does well; never gave the world + Two things so opposite, so contrary, + As he and I am: If a bowl of blood + Drawn from this arm of mine, would poyson thee, + A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me? + +_La_. Madam, I think I hear him. + +_Are_. Bring him in: + You gods that would not have your dooms withstood, + Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is, + To make the passion of a feeble maid + The way unto your justice, I obey. + + + [ _Enter_ Phil. + +_La_. Here is my Lord _Philaster_. + +_Are_. Oh! 'tis well: + Withdraw your self. + +_Phi_. Madam, your messenger + Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me. + +_Are_. 'Tis true _Philaster,_ but the words are such, + I have to say, and do so ill beseem + The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, + And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known + That I have ought detracted from your worth? + Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set + My baser instruments to throw disgrace + Upon your vertues? + +_Phi_. Never Madam you. + +_Are_. Why then should you in such a publick place, + Injure a Princess and a scandal lay + Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great: + Calling a great part of my dowry in question. + +_Phi_. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be + Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self, + I could afford my self to have no right + To any thing you wish'd. + +_Are. Philaster,_ know + I must enjoy these Kingdoms. + +_Phi_. Madam, both? + +_Are_. Both or I die: by Fate I die _Philaster,_ + If I not calmly may enjoy them both. + +_Phi_. I would do much to save that Noble life: + Yet would be loth to have posterity + Find in our stories, that _Philaster_ gave + His right unto a Scepter, and a Crown, + To save a Ladies longing. + +_Are_. Nay then hear: + I must, and will have them, and more. + +_Phi_. What more? + +_Are_. Or lose that little life the gods prepared, + To trouble this poor piece of earth withall. + +_Phi_. Madam, what more? + +_Are_. Turn then away thy face. + +_Phi_. No. + +_Are_. Do. + +_Phi_. I cannot endure it: turn away my face? + I never yet saw enemy that lookt + So dreadful, but that I thought my self + As great a Basilisk as he; or spake + So horribly, but that I thought my tongue + Bore Thunder underneath, as much as his: + Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then + Begin to fear sweet sounds? a Ladies voice, + Whom I do love? Say you would have my life, + Why, I will give it you; for it is of me + A thing so loath'd, and unto you that ask + Of so poor use, that I shall make no price + If you intreat, I will unmov'dly hear. + +_Are_. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. + +_Phi_. I do. + +_Are_. Then know I must have them and thee. + +_Phi_. And me? + + _Are_. Thy love: without which, all the Land + Discovered yet, will serve me for no use, + But to be buried in. + +_Phi_. Is't possible? + +_Are_. With it, it were too little to bestow + On thee: Now, though thy breath doth strike me dead + (Which know it may) I have unript my breast. + +_Phi_. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts, + To lay a train for this contemned life, + Which you may have for asking: to suspect + Were base, where I deserve no ill: love you! + By all my hopes I do, above my life: + But how this passion should proceed from you + So violently, would amaze a man, that would be jealous. + +_Are_. Another soul into my body shot, + Could not have fill'd me with more strength and spirit, + Than this thy breath: but spend not hasty time, + In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods, + The gods, that make me so; and sure our love + Will be the nobler, and the better blest, + In that the secret justice of the gods + Is mingled with it. Let us leave and kiss, + Lest some unwelcome guest should fall betwixt us, + And we should part without it. + _Phi_. 'Twill be ill + I should abide here long. + +_Are_. 'Tis true, and worse + You should come often: How shall we devise + To hold intelligence? That our true lovers, + On any new occasion may agree, what path is best to + tread? + +_Phi_. I have a boy sent by the gods, I hope to this intent, + Not yet seen in the Court; hunting the Buck, + I found him sitting by a Fountain side, + Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, + And paid the Nymph again as much in tears; + A Garland lay him by, made by himself, + Of many several flowers, bred in the bay, + Stuck in that mystick order, that the rareness + Delighted me: but ever when he turned + His tender eyes upon 'um, he would weep, + As if he meant to make 'um grow again. + Seeing such pretty helpless innocence + Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story; + He told me that his Parents gentle dyed, + Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, + Which gave him roots; and of the Crystal springs, + Which did not stop their courses: and the Sun, + Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light, + Then took he up his Garland and did shew, + What every flower as Country people hold, + Did signifie: and how all ordered thus, + Exprest his grief: and to my thoughts did read + The prettiest lecture of his Country Art + That could be wisht: so that, me thought, I could + Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him, + Who was glad to follow; and have got + The trustiest, loving'st, and the gentlest boy, + That ever Master kept: Him will I send + To wait on you, and bear our hidden love. + + [ _Enter_ Lady. + +_Are_. 'Tis well, no more. + +_La_. Madam, the Prince is come to do his service. + +_Are_. What will you do _Philaster_ with your self? + +_Phi_. Why, that which all the gods have appointed out for me. + +_Are_. Dear, hide thy self. Bring in the Prince. + +_Phi_. Hide me from _Pharamond!_ + When Thunder speaks, which is the voice of _Jove,_ + Though I do reverence, yet I hide me not; + And shall a stranger Prince have leave to brag + Unto a forreign Nation, that he made _Philaster_ + hide himself? + +_Are_. He cannot know it. + +_Phi_. Though it should sleep for ever to the world, + It is a simple sin to hide my self, + Which will for ever on my conscience lie. + +_Are_. Then good _Philaster,_ give him scope and way + In what he saies: for he is apt to speak + What you are loth to hear: for my sake do. + +_Phi_. I will. + + [ _Enter_ Pharamond. + +_Pha_. My Princely Mistress, as true lovers ought, + I come to kiss these fair hands; and to shew + In outward Ceremonies, the dear love + Writ in my heart. + +_Phi_. If I shall have an answer no directlier, + I am gone. + +_Pha_. To what would he have an answer? + +_Are_. To his claim unto the Kingdom. + +_Pha_. Sirrah, I forbear you before the King. + +_Phi_. Good Sir, do so still, I would not talk with you. + +_Pha_. But now the time is fitter, do but offer + To make mention of right to any Kingdom, + Though it be scarce habitable. + +_Phi_. Good Sir, let me go. + +_Pha_. And by my sword. + +_Phi_. Peace _Pharamond:_ if thou-- + +_Are_. Leave us Philaster. + +_Phi_. I have done. + +_Pha_. You are gone, by heaven I'le fetch you back. + +_Phi_. You shall not need. + +_Pha_. What now? + +_Phi_. Know Pharamond, + I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou, + Who art nought but a valiant voice: But if + Thou shalt provoke me further, men shall say + Thou wert, and not lament it. +_Pha_. Do you slight + My greatness so, and in the Chamber of the Princess! + +_Phi_. It is a place to which I must confess + I owe a reverence: but wer't the Church, + I, at the Altar, there's no place so safe, + Where thou dar'st injure me, but I dare kill thee: + And for your greatness; know Sir, I can grasp + You, and your greatness thus, thus into nothing: + Give not a word, not a word back: Farewell. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + +_Pha_. 'Tis an odd fellow Madam, we must stop + His mouth with some Office, when we are married. + +_Are_. You were best make him your Controuler. + +_Pha_. I think he would discharge it well. But Madam, + I hope our hearts are knit; and yet so slow + The Ceremonies of State are, that 'twill be long + Before our hands be so: If then you please, + Being agreed in heart, let us not wait + For dreaming for me, but take a little stoln + Delights, and so prevent our joyes to come. + +_Are_. If you dare speak such thoughts, + I must withdraw in honour. + + [_Exit_ Are. + +_Pha_. The constitution of my body will never hold out till + the wedding; I must seek elsewhere. + + [_Exit_ Pha. + + + + _Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ Philaster _and_ Bellario. + +_Phi_. And thou shalt find her honourable boy, + Full of regard unto thy tender youth, + For thine own modesty; and for my sake, + Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, I, or deserve. + +_Bell_. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing; + And only yet am something, by being yours; + You trusted me unknown; and that which you are apt + To conster a simple innocence in me, + Perhaps, might have been craft; the cunning of a boy + Hardened in lies and theft; yet ventur'd you, + To part my miseries and me: for which, + I never can expect to serve a Lady + That bears more honour in her breast than you. + +_Phi_. But boy, it will prefer thee; thou art young, + And bearest a childish overflowing love + To them that clap thy cheeks, and speak thee fair yet: + But when thy judgment comes to rule those passions, + Thou wilt remember best those careful friends + That plac'd thee in the noblest way of life; + She is a Princess I prefer thee to. + +_Bell_. In that small time that I have seen the world, + I never knew a man hasty to part + With a servant he thought trusty; I remember + My Father would prefer the boys he kept + To greater men than he, but did it not, + Till they were grown too sawcy for himself. + +_Phi_. Why gentle boy, I find no fault at all in thy behaviour. + +_Bell_. Sir, if I have made + A fault of ignorance, instruct my youth; + I shall be willing, if not apt to learn; + Age and experience will adorn my mind + With larger knowledge: And if I have done + A wilful fault, think me not past all hope + For once; what Master holds so strict a hand + Over his boy, that he will part with him + Without one warning? Let me be corrected + To break my stubbornness if it be so, + Rather than turn me off, and I shall mend. + +_Phi_. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, + That (trust me) I could weep to part with thee. + Alas! I do not turn thee off; thou knowest + It is my business that doth call thee hence, + And when thou art with her thou dwel'st with me: + Think so, and 'tis so; and when time is full, + That thou hast well discharged this heavy trust, + Laid on so weak a one, I will again + With joy receive thee; as I live, I will; + Nay weep not, gentle boy; 'Tis more than time + Thou didst attend the Princess. + +_Bell_. I am gone; + But since I am to part with you my Lord, + And none knows whether I shall live to do + More service for you; take this little prayer; + Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs. + May sick men, if they have your wish, be well; + And Heavens hate those you curse, though I be one. + + [_Exit_. + +_Phi_. The love of boyes unto their Lords is strange, + I have read wonders of it; yet this boy + For my sake, (if a man may judge by looks, + And speech) would out-do story. I may see + A day to pay him for his loyalty. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + + _Enter_ Pharamond. + +_Pha_. Why should these Ladies stay so long? They must + come this way; I know the Queen imployes 'em not, + for the Reverend Mother sent me word they would all + be for the Garden. If they should all prove honest now, + I were in a fair taking; I was never so long without + sport in my life, and in my conscience 'tis not my + fault: Oh, for our Country Ladies! Here's one + boulted, I'le hound at her. + + _Enter_ Galatea. + +_Gal_. Your Grace! + +_Pha_. Shall I not be a trouble? + +_Gal_. Not to me Sir. + +_Pha_. Nay, nay, you are too quick; by this sweet hand. + +_Gal_. You'l be forsworn Sir, 'tis but an old glove. If you + will talk at distance, I am for you: but good Prince, + be not bawdy, nor do not brag; these two I bar, and + then I think, I shall have sence enough to answer + all the weighty _Apothegmes_ your Royal blood shall + manage. + +_Pha_. Dear Lady, can you love? + +_Gal_. Dear, Prince, how dear! I ne're cost you a Coach + yet, nor put you to the dear repentance of a Banquet; + here's no Scarlet Sir, to blush the sin out it was given + for: This wyer mine own hair covers: and this face has + been so far from being dear to any, that it ne're cost + penny painting: And for the rest of my poor Wardrobe, + such as you see, it leaves no hand behind it, to make + the jealous Mercers wife curse our good doings. + +_Pha_. You mistake me Lady. + +_Gal_. Lord, I do so; would you or I could help it. + +_Pha_. Do Ladies of this Country use to give no more respect + to men of my full being? + +_Gal_. Full being! I understand you not, unless your Grace + means growing to fatness; and then your only remedy + (upon my knowledge, Prince) is in a morning a Cup of + neat White-wine brew'd with _Carduus_, then fast till + supper, about eight + you may eat; use exercise, and keep a Sparrow-hawk, you + can shoot in a Tiller; but of all, your Grace must flie + _Phlebotomie_, fresh Pork, Conger, and clarified Whay; + They are all dullers of the vital spirits. + +_Pha_. Lady, you talk of nothing all this while. + +_Gal_. 'Tis very true Sir, I talk of you. + +_Pha_. This is a crafty wench, I like her wit well, 'twill be + rare to stir up a leaden appetite, she's a _Danae_, and + must be courted in a showr of gold. Madam, look + here, all these and more, than-- + +_Gal_. What have you there, my Lord? Gold? Now, as I + live tis fair gold; you would have silver for it to play + with the Pages; you could not have taken me in a + worse time; But if you have present use my Lord, + I'le send my man with silver and keep your gold + for you. + +_Pha_. Lady, Lady. + +_Gal_. She's coming Sir behind, will take white mony. Yet + for all this I'le match ye. + + [_Exit_ Gal. _behind the hangings_. + +_Pha_. If there be two such more in this Kingdom, and + near the Court, we may even hang up our Harps: ten such + _Camphire_ constitutions as this, would call the golden + age again in question, and teach the old way for every ill + fac't Husband to get his own Children, and what a + mischief that will breed, let all consider. + + [ _Enter_ Megra. + + Here's another; if she be of the same last, the Devil + shall pluck her on. Many fair mornings, Lady. + + +_Meg_. As many mornings bring as many dayes, + Fair, sweet, and hopeful to your Grace. + +_Pha_. She gives good words yet; Sure this wench is free. + If your more serious business do not call you, + Let me hold quarter with you, we'll take an hour + Out quickly. + +_Meg_. What would your Grace talk of? + +_Pha_. Of some such pretty subject as your self. + I'le go no further than your eye, or lip, + There's theme enough for one man for an age. + +_Meg_. Sir, they stand right, and my lips are yet even, + Smooth, young enough, ripe enough, red enough, + Or my glass wrongs me. + +_Pha_. O they are two twin'd Cherries died in blushes, + Which those fair suns above, with their bright beams + Reflect upon, and ripen: sweetest beauty, + Bow down those branches, that the longing taste, + Of the faint looker on, may meet those blessings, + And taste and live. + +_Meg_. O delicate sweet Prince; + She that hath snow enough about her heart, + To take the wanton spring of ten such lines off, + May be a Nun without probation. + Sir, you have in such neat poetry, gathered a kiss, + That if I had but five lines of that number, + Such pretty begging blanks, I should commend + Your fore-head, or your cheeks, and kiss you too. + +_Pha_. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it Madam. + +_Meg_. I shall, I shall. + +_Pha_. By my life you shall not. + I'le prompt you first: Can you do it now? + +_Meg_. Methinks 'tis easie, now I ha' don't before; + But yet I should stick at it. + +_Pha_. Stick till to morrow. + I'le ne'r part you sweetest. But we lose time, + Can you love me? + +_Meg_. Love you my Lord? How would you have me + love you? + +_Pha_. I'le teach you in a short sentence, cause I will not + load your memory, that is all; love me, and lie with + me. + +_Meg_. Was it lie with you that you said? 'Tis impossible. + +_Pha_. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavour; if I do + not teach you to do it as easily in one night, as you'l + go to bed, I'le lose my Royal blood for't. + +_Meg_. Why Prince, you have a Lady of your own, that + yet wants teaching. + +_Pha_. I'le sooner teach a Mare the old measures, than teach + her any thing belonging to the function; she's afraid to + lie with her self, if she have but any masculine + imaginations about her; I know when we are married, + I must ravish her. + +_Meg_. By my honour, that's a foul fault indeed, but time + and your good help will wear it out Sir. + +_Pha_. And for any other I see, excepting your dear self, + dearest Lady, I had rather be Sir _Tim _the Schoolmaster, + and leap a Dairy-maid. + +_Meg_. Has your Grace seen the Court-star _Galatea_? + +_Pha_. Out upon her; she's as cold of her favour as an + apoplex: she sail'd by but now. + +_Meg_. And how do you hold her wit Sir? + +_Pha_. I hold her wit? The strength of all the Guard cannot + hold it, if they were tied to it, she would blow 'em out of + the Kingdom, they talk of _Jupiter_, he's but a squib + cracker to her: Look well about you, and you may find + a tongue-bolt. But speak sweet Lady, shall I be freely + welcome? + +_Meg_. Whither? + +_Pha_. To your bed; if you mistrust my faith, you do me + the unnoblest wrong. + +_Meg_. I dare not Prince, I dare not. + +_Pha_. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em, + and what you dare imagine you can want, I'le furnish you + withal: give two hours to your thoughts every morning about + it. Come, I know you are bashful, speak in my ear, will you + be mine? keep this, and with it me: soon I will visit you. + +_Meg_. My Lord, my Chamber's most unsafe, but when + 'tis night I'le find some means to slip into your + lodging: till when-- + +_Pha_. Till when, this, and my heart go with thee. + + [_Ex. several ways_. + + _Enter _Galatea _from behind the hangings_. + +_Gal_. Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince, are these your + vertues? Well, if I do not lay a train to blow your + sport up, I am no woman; and Lady Towsabel I'le + fit you for't. + + [_Exit_ Gal. + +_Enter _Arethusa _and a_ Lady. + +_Are_. Where's the boy? + +_La_. Within Madam. + +_Are_. Gave you him gold to buy him cloaths? + +_La_. I did. + +_Are_. And has he don't? + +_La_. Yes Madam. + +_Are_. 'Tis a pretty sad talking lad, is it not? + Askt you his name? + +_La_. No Madam. + + [ _Enter _Galatea. + +_Are_. O you are welcome, what good news? + +_Gal_. As good as any one can tell your Grace, + That saies she hath done that you would have wish'd. + +_Are_. Hast thou discovered? + +_Gal_. I have strained a point of modesty for you. + +_Are_. I prethee how? + +_Gal_. In listning after bawdery; I see, let a Lady live + never so modestly, she shall be sure to find a lawful + time, to harken after bawdery; your Prince, brave + _Pharamond_, was so hot on't. + +_Are_. With whom? + +_Gal_. Why, with the Lady I suspect: I can tell the time and place. + +_Are_. O when, and where? + +_Gal_. To night, his Lodging. + +_Are_. Run thy self into the presence, mingle there again + With other Ladies, leave the rest to me: + If destiny (to whom we dare not say, + Why thou didst this) have not decreed it so + In lasting leaves (whose smallest Characters + Were never altered:) yet, this match shall break. + Where's the boy? + +_La_. Here Madam. + + [ _Enter _Bellario. + +_Are_. Sir, you are sad to change your service, is't not so? + +_Bell_. Madam, I have not chang'd; I wait on you, + To do him service. + +_Are_. Thou disclaim'st in me; + Tell me thy name. + +_Bell_. _Bellario_. + +_Are_. Thou canst sing, and play? + +_Bell_. If grief will give me leave, Madam, I can. + +_Are_. Alas! what kind of grief can thy years know? + Hadst thou a curst master, when thou went'st to School? + Thou art not capable of other grief; + Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be, + When no [b]reath troubles them: believe me boy, + Care seeks out wrinkled brows, and hollow eyes, + And builds himself caves to abide in them. + Come Sir, tell me truly, does your Lord love me? + + _Bell_. Love Madam? I know not what it is. + +_Are_. Canst thou know grief, and never yet knew'st love? + Thou art deceiv'd boy; does he speak of me + As if he wish'd me well? + +_Bell_. If it be love, + To forget all respect of his own friends, + In thinking of your face; if it be love + To sit cross arm'd and sigh away the day, + Mingled with starts, crying your name as loud + And hastily, as men i'the streets do fire: + If it be love to weep himself away, + When he but hears of any Lady dead, + Or kill'd, because it might have been your chance; + If when he goes to rest (which will not be) + 'Twixt every prayer he saies, to name you once + As others drop a bead, be to be in love; + Then Madam, I dare swear he loves you. + +_Are_. O y'are a cunning boy, and taught to lie, + For your Lords credit; but thou knowest, a lie, + That bears this sound, is welcomer to me, + Than any truth that saies he loves me not. + Lead the way Boy: Do you attend me too; + 'Tis thy Lords business hasts me thus; Away. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter _Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, Megra _and _Galatea. + +_Di_. Come Ladies, shall we talk a round? As men + Do walk a mile, women should take an hour + After supper: 'Tis their exercise. + +_Gal_. Tis late. + +_Meg_. 'Tis all + My eyes will do to lead me to my bed. + +_Gal_. I fear they are so heavy, you'l scarce find + The way to your lodging with 'em to night. + + [ Enter _Pharamond_. + +_Thra_. The Prince. + +_Pha_. Not a bed Ladies? y'are good sitters up; + What think you of a pleasant dream to last + Till morning? + +_Meg_. I should choose, my Lord, a pleasing wake before it. + + [_Enter _Arethusa _and _Bellario. + +_Are_. 'Tis well my Lord y'are courting of Ladies. + Is't not late Gentlemen? + +_Cle_. Yes Madam. + +_Are_. Wait you there. + [_Exit _Arethusa. + +_Meg_. She's jealous, as I live; look you my Lord, + The Princess has a _Hilas_, an _Adonis_. + +_Pha_. His form is Angel-like. + +_Meg_. Why this is he, must, when you are wed, + Sit by your pillow, like young _Apollo_, with + His hand and voice, binding your thoughts in sleep; + The Princess does provide him for you, and for her self. + +_Pha_. I find no musick in these boys. + +_Meg_. Nor I. + They can do little, and that small they do, + They have not wit to hide. + +_Di_. Serves he the Princess? + +_Thra_. Yes. + +_Di_. 'Tis a sweet boy, how brave she keeps him! + +_Pha_. Ladies all good rest; I mean to kill a Buck + To morrow morning, ere y'ave done your dreams. + +_Meg_. All happiness attend your Grace, Gentlemen good rest, + Come shall we to bed? + +_Gal_. Yes, all good night. + + [_Ex_. Gal. _and _Meg. + +_Di_. May your dreams be true to you; + What shall we do Gallants? 'Tis late, the King + Is up still, see, he comes, a Guard along + With him. + + [_Enter _King, Arethusa _and _Guard. + +_King_. Look your intelligence be true. + +_Are_. Upon my life it is: and I do hope, + Your Highness will not tye me to a man, + That in the heat of wooing throws me off, + And takes another. + +_Di_. What should this mean? + + _King_. If it be true, + That Lady had been better have embrac'd + Cureless Diseases; get you to your rest, + + [_Ex_. Are. _and _Bel. + + You shall be righted: Gentlemen draw near, + We shall imploy you: Is young _Pharamond_ + Come to his lodging? + +_Di_. I saw him enter there. + +_King_. Haste some of you, and cunningly discover, + If Megra be in her lodging. + +_Cle_. Sir, + She parted hence but now with other Ladies. + +_King_. If she be there, we shall not need to make + A vain discovery of our suspicion. + You gods I see, that who unrighteously + Holds wealth or state from others, shall be curst, + In that, which meaner men are blest withall: + Ages to come shall know no male of him + Left to inherit, and his name shall be + Blotted from earth; If he have any child, + It shall be crossly matched: the gods themselves + Shall sow wild strife betwixt her Lord and her, + Yet, if it be your wills, forgive the sin + I have committed, let it not fall + Upon this understanding child of mine, + She has not broke your Laws; but how can I, + Look to be heard of gods, that must be just, + Praying upon the ground I hold by wrong? + + [ _Enter _Dion. + +_Di_. Sir, I have asked, and her women swear she is within, + but they I think are bawds; I told 'em I must speak + with her: they laught, and said their Lady lay speechless. + I said, my business was important; they said their Lady + was about it: I grew hot, and cryed my business was a + matter that concern'd life and death; they answered, so + was sleeping, at which their Lady was; I urg'd again, she + had scarce time to be so since last I saw her; they smil'd + again, and seem'd to instruct me, that sleeping was + nothing but lying down and winking: Answers more direct + I could not get: in short Sir, I think she is not there. + +_King_. 'Tis then no time to dally: you o'th' Guard, + Wait at the back door of the Princes lodging, + And see that none pass thence upon your lives. + Knock Gentlemen: knock loud: louder yet: + What, has their pleasure taken off their hearing? + I'le break your meditations: knock again: + Not yet? I do not think he sleeps, having this + Larum by him; once more, _Pharamond_, Prince. + + [Pharamond _above_. + +_Pha_. What sawcy groom knocks at this dead of night? + Where be our waiters? By my vexed soul, + He meets his death, that meets me, for this boldness. + +_K_. Prince, you wrong your thoughts, we are your friends, + Come down. + +_Pha_. The King? + +_King_. The same Sir, come down, + We have cause of present Counsel with you. + +_Pha_. If your Grace please to use me, I'le attend you + To your Chamber. + [Pha. _below_. + +_King_. No, 'tis too late Prince, I'le make bold with yours. + +_Pha_. I have some private reasons to my self, + Makes me unmannerly, and say you cannot; + Nay, press not forward Gentlemen, he must come + Through my life, that comes here. + +_King_. Sir be resolv'd, I must and will come. Enter. + +_Pha_. I will not be dishonour'd; + He that enters, enters upon his death; + Sir, 'tis a sign you make no stranger of me, + To bring these Renegados to my Chamber, + At these unseason'd hours. + +_King_. Why do you + Chafe your self so? you are not wrong'd, nor shall be; + Onely I'le search your lodging, for some cause + To our self known: Enter I say. + +_Pha_. I say no. + [_Meg. Above_. + +_Meg_. Let 'em enter Prince, + Let 'em enter, I am up, and ready; I know their business, + 'Tis the poor breaking of a Ladies honour, + They hunt so hotly after; let 'em enjoy it. + You have your business Gentlemen, I lay here. + O my Lord the King, this is not noble in you + To make publick the weakness of a Woman. + +_King_. Come down. + +_Meg_. I dare my Lord; your whootings and your clamors, + Your private whispers, and your broad fleerings, + Can no more vex my soul, than this base carriage; + But I have vengeance yet in store for some, + Shall in the most contempt you can have of me, + Be joy and nourishment. + +_King_. Will you come down? + +_Meg_. Yes, to laugh at your worst: but I shall wrong you, + If my skill fail me not. + +_King_. Sir, I must dearly chide you for this looseness, + You have wrong'd a worthy Lady; but no more, + Conduct him to my lodging, and to bed. + +_Cle_. Get him another wench, and you bring him to bed in deed. + +_Di_. 'Tis strange a man cannot ride a Stagg + Or two, to breath himself, without a warrant: + If this geer hold, that lodgings be search'd thus, + Pray heaven we may lie with our own wives in safety, + That they be not by some trick of State mistaken. + + [ _Enter with_ Megra. + +_King_. Now Lady of honour, where's your honour now? + No man can fit your palat, but the Prince. + Thou most ill shrowded rottenness; thou piece + Made by a Painter and a Pothecary; + Thou troubled sea of lust; thou wilderness, + Inhabited by wild thoughts; thou swoln cloud + Of Infection; them ripe Mine of all Diseases; + Thou all Sin, all Hell, and last, all Devils, tell me, + Had you none to pull on with your courtesies, + But he that must be mine, and wrong my Daughter? + By all the gods, all these, and all the Pages, + And all the Court shall hoot thee through the Court, + Fling rotten Oranges, make ribald Rimes, + And sear thy name with Candles upon walls: + Do you laugh Lady _Venus_? + +_Meg_. Faith Sir, you must pardon me; + I cannot chuse but laugh to see you merry. + If you do this, O King; nay, if you dare do it; + By all these gods you swore by, and as many + More of my own; I will have fellows, and such + Fellows in it, as shall make noble mirth; + The Princess, your dear Daughter, shall stand by me + On walls, and sung in ballads, any thing: + Urge me no more, I know her, and her haunts, + Her layes, leaps, and outlayes, and will discover all; + Nay will dishonour her. I know the boy + She keeps, a handsome boy; about eighteen: + Know what she does with him, where, and when. + Come Sir, you put me to a womans madness, + The glory of a fury; and if I do not + Do it to the height? + +_King_. What boy is this she raves at? + +_Meg_. Alas! good minded Prince, you know not these things? + I am loth to reveal 'em. Keep this fault + As you would keep your health from the hot air + Of the corrupted people, or by heaven, + I will not fall alone: what I have known, + Shall be as publick as a print: all tongues + Shall speak it as they do the language they + Are born in, as free and commonly; I'le set it + Like a prodigious star for all to gaze at, + And so high and glowing, that other Kingdoms far + and Forreign + Shall read it there, nay travel with it, till they find + No tongue to make it more, nor no more people; + And then behold the fall of your fair Princess. + +_King_. Has she a boy? + +_Cle_. So please your Grace I have seen a boy wait + On her, a fair boy. + +_King_. Go get you to your quarter: + For this time I'le study to forget you. + +_Meg_. Do you study to forget me, and I'le study + To forget you. + + [_Ex_. King, Meg. _and_ Guard. + +_Cle_. Why here's a Male spirit for _Hercules_, if ever there + be nine worthies of women, this wench shall ride + astride, and be their Captain. + +_Di_. Sure she hath a garrison of Devils in her tongue, she + uttereth such balls of wild-fire. She has so netled the + King, that all the Doctors in the Country will scarce + cure him. That boy was a strange found out antidote to + cure her infection: that boy, that Princess boy: that brave, + chast, vertuous Ladies boy: and a fair boy, a well spoken + boy: All these considered, can make nothing else--but + there I leave you Gentlemen. + +_Thra_. Nay we'l go wander with you. + + [_Exeunt_. + + + + _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter _Cle. Di. _and _Thra. + +_Cle_. Nay doubtless 'tis true. + +_Di_. I, and 'tis the gods + That rais'd this Punishment to scourge the King + With his own issue: Is it not a shame + For us, that should write noble in the land; + For us, that should be freemen, to behold + A man, that is the bravery of his age, + _Philaster_, prest down from his Royal right, + By this regardless King; and only look, + And see the Scepter ready to be cast + Into the hands of that lascivious Lady, + That lives in lust with a smooth boy, now to be + Married to yon strange Prince, who, but that people + Please to let him be a Prince, is born a slave, + In that which should be his most noble part, + His mind? + +_Thra_. That man that would not stir with you, + To aid _Philaster_, let the gods forget, + That such a Creature walks upon the earth. + +_Cle_. _Philaster_ is too backward in't himself; + The Gentry do await it, and the people + Against their nature are all bent for him, + And like a field of standing Corn, that's mov'd + With a stiff gale, their heads bow all one way. + +_Di_. The only cause that draws _Philaster_ back + From this attempt, is the fair Princess love, + Which he admires and we can now confute. + +_Thra_. Perhaps he'l not believe it. + +_Di_. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so. + +_Cle_. I 'tis past speech, she lives dishonestly. + But how shall we, if he be curious, work + Upon his faith? + +_Thra_. We all are satisfied within our selves. + +_Di_. Since it is true, and tends to his own good, + I'le make this new report to be my knowledge, + I'le say I know it, nay, I'le swear I saw it. + +_Cle_. It will be best. + +_Thra_. 'Twill move him. + + [ _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Di_. Here he comes. Good morrow to your honour, + We have spent some time in seeking you. + +_Phi_. My worthy friends, + You that can keep your memories to know + Your friend in miseries, and cannot frown + On men disgrac'd for vertue: A good day + Attend you all. What service may I do worthy your + acceptation? + +_Di_. My good Lord, + We come to urge that vertue which we know + Lives in your breast, forth, rise, and make a head, + The Nobles, and the people are all dull'd + With this usurping King: and not a man + That ever heard the word, or knew such a thing + As vertue, but will second your attempts. + +_Phi_. How honourable is this love in you + To me that have deserv'd none? Know my friends + (You that were born to shame your poor _Philaster_, + With too much courtesie) I could afford + To melt my self in thanks; but my designs + Are not yet ripe, suffice it, that ere long + I shall imploy your loves: but yet the time is short of + what I would. + +_Di_. The time is fuller Sir, than you expect; + That which hereafter will not perhaps be reach'd + By violence, may now be caught; As for the King, + You know the people have long hated him; + But now the Princess, whom they lov'd. + +_Phi_. Why, what of her? + +_Di_. Is loath'd as much as he. + +_Phi_. By what strange means? + +_Di_. She's known a Whore. + +_Phi_. Thou lyest. + +_Di_. My Lord-- + +_Phi_. Thou lyest, + + [_Offers to draw and is held_. + + And thou shalt feel it; I had thought thy mind + Had been of honour; thus to rob a Lady + Of her good name, is an infectious sin, + Not to be pardon'd; be it false as hell, + 'Twill never be redeem'd, if it be sown + Amongst the people, fruitful to increase + All evil they shall hear. Let me alone, + That I may cut off falshood, whilst it springs. + Set hills on hills betwixt me and the man + That utters this, and I will scale them all, + And from the utmost top fall on his neck, + Like Thunder from a Cloud. + +_Di_. This is most strange; + Sure he does love her. + +_Phi_. I do love fair truth: + She is my Mistress, and who injures her, + Draws vengeance from me Sirs, let go my arms. + +_Thra_. Nay, good my Lord be patient. + +_Cle_. Sir, remember this is your honour'd friend, + That comes to do his service, and will shew you + Why he utter'd this. + +_Phi_. I ask you pardon Sir, + My zeal to truth made me unmannerly: + Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you, + Behind your back untruly, I had been + As much distemper'd, and enrag'd as now. + +_Di_. But this my Lord is truth. + +_Phi_. O say not so, good Sir forbear to say so, + 'Tis the truth that all womenkind is false; + Urge it no more, it is impossible; + Why should you think the Princess light? + +_Di_. Why, she was taken at it. + +_Phi_. 'Tis false, O Heaven 'tis false: it cannot be, + Can it? Speak Gentlemen, for love of truth speak; + Is't possible? can women all be damn'd? + +_Di_. Why no, my Lord. + +_Phi_. Why then it cannot be. + +_Di_. And she was taken with her boy. + +_Phi_. What boy? + +_Di_. A Page, a boy that serves her. + +_Phi_. Oh good gods, a little boy? + +_Di_. I, know you him my Lord? + +_Phi_. Hell and sin know him? Sir, you are deceiv'd; + I'le reason it a little coldly with you; + If she were lustful, would she take a boy, + That knows not yet desire? she would have one + Should meet her thoughts and knows the sin he acts, + Which is the great delight of wickedness; + You are abus'd, and so is she, and I. + +_Di_. How you my Lord? + +_Phi_. Why all the world's abus'd + In an unjust report. + +_Di_. Oh noble Sir your vertues + Cannot look into the subtil thoughts of woman. + In short my Lord, I took them: I my self. + +_Phi_. Now all the Devils thou didst flie from my rage, + Would thou hadst ta'ne devils ingendring plagues: + When thou didst take them, hide thee from my eyes, + Would thou hadst taken Thunder on thy breast, + When thou didst take them, or been strucken dumb + For ever: that this foul deed might have slept in + silence. + +_Thra_. Have you known him so ill temper'd? + +_Cle_. Never before. + +_Phi_. The winds that are let loose, + From the four several corners of the earth, + And spread themselves all over sea and land, + Kiss not a chaste one. What friend bears a sword + To run me through? + +_Di_. Why, my Lord, are you so mov'd at this? + +_Phi_. When any falls from vertue I am distract, + I have an interest in't. + +_Di_. But good my Lord recal your self, + And think what's best to be done. + +_Phi_. I thank you. I will do it; + Please you to leave me, I'le consider of it: + Tomorrow I will find your lodging forth, + And give you answer + The readiest way. + +_Di_. All the gods direct you. + +_Thra_. He was extream impatient. + +_Cle_. It was his vertue and his noble mind. + + [_Exeunt_ Di. Cle. _and_ Thra. + +_Phi_. I had forgot to ask him where he took them, + I'le follow him. O that I had a sea + Within my breast, to quench the fire I feel; + More circumstances will but fan this fire; + It more afflicts me now, to know by whom + This deed is done, than simply that 'tis done: + And he that tells me this is honourable, + As far from lies, as she is far from truth. + O that like beasts, we could not grieve our selves, + With that we see not; Bulls and Rams will fight, + To keep their Females standing in their sight; + But take 'em from them, and you take at once + Their spleens away; and they will fall again + Unto their Pastures, growing fresh and fat, + And taste the waters of the springs as sweet, + As 'twas before, finding no start in sleep. + But miserable man; See, see you gods, + + [_Enter_ Bellario. + + He walks still; and the face you let him wear + When he was innocent, is still the same, + Not blasted; is this justice? Do you mean + To intrap mortality, that you allow + Treason so smooth a brow? I cannot now + Think he is guilty. + +_Bell_. Health to you my Lord; + The Princess doth commend her love, her life, + And this unto you. + +_Phi_. Oh _Bellario_, + Now I perceive she loves me, she does shew it + In loving thee my boy, she has made thee brave. + +_Bell_. My Lord she has attired me past my wish, + Past my desert, more fit for her attendant, + Though far unfit for me, who do attend. + +_Phi_. Thou art grown courtly boy. O let all women + That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here, + Here, by this paper she does write to me, + As if her heart were Mines of Adamant + To all the world besides, but unto me, + A maiden snow that melted with my looks. + Tell me my boy how doth the Princess use thee? + For I shall guess her love to me by that. + +_Bell_. Scarce like her servant, but as if I were + Something allied to her; or had preserv'd + Her life three times by my fidelity. + As mothers fond do use their only sons; + As I'de use one, that's left unto my trust, + For whom my life should pay, if he met harm, + So she does use me. + +_Phi_. Why, this is wondrous well: + But what kind language does she feed thee with? + +_Bell_. Why, she does tell me, she will trust my youth + With all her loving secrets; and does call me + Her pretty servant, bids me weep no more + For leaving you: shee'l see my services + Regarded; and such words of that soft strain, + That I am nearer weeping when she ends + Than ere she spake. + +_Phi_. This is much better still. + +_Bell_. Are you ill my Lord? + +_Phi_. Ill? No _Bellario_. + +_Bell_. Me thinks your words + Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, + Nor is there in your looks that quietness, + That I was wont to see. + +_Phi_. Thou art deceiv'd boy: + And she stroakes thy head? + +_Bell_. Yes. + +_Phi_. And she does clap thy cheeks? + +_Bell_. She does my Lord. + +_Phi_. And she does kiss thee boy? ha! + +_Bell_. How my Lord? + +_Phi_. She kisses thee? + +_Bell_. Not so my Lord. + +_Phi_. Come, come, I know she does. + +_Bell_. No by my life. + +_Phi_. Why then she does not love me; come, she does, + I had her do it; I charg'd her by all charms + Of love between us, by the hope of peace + We should enjoy, to yield thee all delights + Naked, as to her bed: I took her oath + Thou should'st enjoy her: Tell me gentle boy, + Is she not paralleless? Is not her breath + Sweet as _Arabian_ winds, when fruits are ripe? + Are not her breasts two liquid Ivory balls? + Is she not all a lasting Mine of joy? + +_Bell_. I, now I see why my disturbed thoughts + Were so perplext. When first I went to her, + My heart held augury; you are abus'd, + Some villain has abus'd you; I do see + Whereto you tend; fall Rocks upon his head, + That put this to you; 'tis some subtil train, + To bring that noble frame of yours to nought. + +_Phi_. Thou think'st I will be angry with thee; Come + Thou shalt know all my drift, I hate her more, + Than I love happiness, and plac'd thee there, + To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds; + Hast thou discover'd? Is she fain to lust, + As I would wish her? Speak some comfort to me. + +_Bell_. My Lord, you did mistake the boy you sent: + Had she the lust of Sparrows, or of Goats; + Had she a sin that way, hid from the world, + Beyond the name of lust, I would not aid + Her base desires; but what I came to know + As servant to her, I would not reveal, to make + my life last ages. + +_Phi_. Oh my heart; this is a salve worse than the main disease. + Tell me thy thoughts; for I will know the least + That dwells within thee, or will rip thy heart + To know it; I will see thy thoughts as plain, + As I do know thy face. + +_Bell_. Why, so you do. + She is (for ought I know) by all the gods, + As chaste as Ice; but were she foul as Hell + And I did know it, thus; the breath of Kings, + The points of Swords, Tortures nor Bulls of Brass, + Should draw it from me. + +_Phi_. Then 'tis no time to dally with thee; + I will take thy life, for I do hate thee; I could curse + thee now. + +_Bell_. If you do hate you could not curse me worse; + The gods have not a punishment in store + Greater for me, than is your hate. + +_Phi_. Fie, fie, so young and so dissembling; + Tell me when and where thou di[d]st enjoy her, + Or let plagues fall on me, if I destroy thee not. + +_Bell_. Heaven knows I never did: and when I lie + To save my life, may I live long and loath'd. + Hew me asunder, and whilst I can think + I'le love those pieces you have cut away, + Better than those that grow: and kiss these limbs, + Because you made 'em so. + +_Phi_. Fearest thou not death? + Can boys contemn that? + +_Bell_. Oh, what boy is he + Can be content to live to be a man + That sees the best of men thus passionate, thus + without reason? + +_Phi_. Oh, but thou dost not know what 'tis to die. + +_Bell_. Yes, I do know my Lord; + 'Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep, + A quiet resting from all jealousie; + A thing we all pursue; I know besides, + It is but giving over of a game that must be lost. + +_Phi_. But there are pains, false boy, + For perjur'd souls; think but on these, and then + Thy heart will melt, and thou wilt utter all. + +_Bell_. May they fall all upon me whilst I live, + If I be perjur'd, or have ever thought + Of that you charge me with; if I be false, + Send me to suffer in those punishments you speak of; + kill me. + +_Phi_. Oh, what should I do? + Why, who can but believe him? He does swear + So earnestly, that if it were not true, + The gods would not endure him. Rise _Bellario_, + Thy protestations are so deep; and thou + Dost look so truly, when thou utterest them, + That though I [know] 'em false, as were my hopes, + I cannot urge thee further; but thou wert + To blame to injure me, for I must love + Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon + Thy tender youth; A love from me to thee + Is firm, what ere thou dost: It troubles me + That I have call'd the blood out of thy cheeks, + That did so well become thee: but good boy + Let me not see thee more; something is done, + That will distract me, that will make me mad, + If I behold thee: if thou tender'st me, + Let me not see thee. + +_Bell_. I will fly as far + As there is morning, ere I give distaste + To that most honour'd mind. But through these tears + Shed at my hopeless parting, I can see + A world of Treason practis'd upon you, + And her and me. Farewel for evermore; + If you shall hear, that sorrow struck me dead, + And after find me Loyal, let there be + A tear shed from you in my memorie, + And I shall rest at peace. + + [_Exit_ Bel. + +_Phi_. Blessing be with thee, + What ever thou deserv'st. Oh, where shall I + Go bath thy body? Nature too unkind, + That made no medicine for a troubled mind! + + [_Exit_. Phi. + + _Enter_ Arethuse. + +_Are_. I marvel my boy comes not back again; + But that I know my love will question him + Over and over; how I slept, wak'd, talk'd; + How I remembred him when his dear name + Was last spoke, and how, when I sigh'd, wept, sung, + And ten thousand such; I should be angry at his stay. + + [_Enter _King. + +_King_. What are your meditations? who attends you? + +_Are_. None but my single self, I need no Guard, + I do no wrong, nor fear none. + +_King_. Tell me: have you not a boy? + +_Are_. Yes Sir. + +_King_. What kind of boy? + +_Are_. A Page, a waiting boy. + +_King_. A handsome boy? + +_Are_. I think he be not ugly: + Well qualified, and dutiful, I know him, + I took him not for beauty. + +_King_. He speaks, and sings and plays? + +_Are_. Yes Sir. + +_King_. About Eighteen? + +_Are_. I never ask'd his age. + +_King_. Is he full of service? + +_Are_. By your pardon why do you ask? + +_King_. Put him away. + +_Are_. Sir? + +_King_. Put him away, h'as done you that good service, + Shames me to speak of. + +_Are_. Good Sir let me understand you. + +_King_. If you fear me, shew it in duty; put away that boy. + +_Are_. Let me have reason for it Sir, and then + Your will is my command. + +_King_. Do not you blush to ask it? Cast him off, + Or I shall do the same to you. Y'are one + Shame with me, and so near unto my self, + That by my life, I dare not tell my self, + What you, my self have done. + +_Are_. What have I done my Lord? + +_King_. 'Tis a new language, that all love to learn, + The common people speak it well already, + They need no Grammer; understand me well, + There be foul whispers stirring; cast him off! + And suddenly do it: Farewel. + + [_Exit_ King. + +_Are_. Where may a Maiden live securely free, + Keeping her Honour safe? Not with the living, + They feed upon opinions, errours, dreams, + And make 'em truths: they draw a nourishment + Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces, + And when they see a vertue fortified + Strongly above the battery of their tongues; + Oh, how they cast to sink it; and defeated + (Soul sick with Poyson) strike the Monuments + Where noble names lie sleeping: till they sweat, + And the cold Marble melt. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. Peace to your fairest thoughts, dearest Mistress. + +_Are_. Oh, my dearest servant I have a War within me. + +_Phi_. He must be more than man, that makes these Crystals + Run into Rivers; sweetest fair, the cause; + And as I am your slave, tied to your goodness, + Your creature made again from what I was, + And newly spirited, I'le right your honours. + +_Are_. Oh, my best love; that boy! + +_Phi_. What boy? + +_Are_. The pretty boy you gave me. + +_Phi_. What of him? + +_Are_. Must be no more mine. + +_Phi_. Why? + +_Are_. They are jealous of him. + +_Phi_. Jealous, who? + +_Are_. The King. + +_Phi_. Oh, my fortune, + Then 'tis no idle jealousie. Let him go. + +_Are_. Oh cruel, are you hard hearted too? + Who shall now tell you, how much I lov'd you; + Who shall swear it to you, and weep the tears I send? + Who shall now bring you Letters, Rings, Bracelets, + Lose his health in service? wake tedious nights + In stories of your praise? Who shall sing + Your crying Elegies? And strike a sad soul + Into senseless Pictures, and make them mourn? + Who shall take up his Lute, and touch it, till + He crown a silent sleep upon my eye-lid, + Making me dream and cry, Oh my dear, dear _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. Oh my heart! + Would he had broken thee, that made thee know + This Lady was not Loyal. Mistress, forget + The boy, I'le get thee a far better. + +_Are_. Oh never, never such a boy again, as my _Bellario_. + +_Phi_. 'Tis but your fond affection. + +_Are_. With thee my boy, farewel for ever, + All secrecy in servants: farewel faith, + And all desire to do well for it self: + Let all that shall succeed thee, for thy wrongs, + Sell and betray chast love. + +_Phi_. And all this passion for a boy? + +_Are_. He was your boy, and you put him to me, + And the loss of such must have a mourning for. + +_Phi_. O thou forgetful woman! + +_Are_. How, my Lord? + +_Phi_. False _Arethusa_! + Hast thou a Medicine to restore my wits, + When I have lost 'em? If not, leave to talk, and do thus. + +_Are_. Do what Sir? would you sleep? + +_Phi_. For ever _Arethusa_. Oh you gods, + Give me a worthy patience; Have I stood + Naked, alone the shock of many fortunes? + Have I seen mischiefs numberless, and mighty + Grow li[k]e a sea upon me? Have I taken + Danger as stern as death into my bosom, + And laught upon it, made it but a mirth, + And flung it by? Do I live now like him, + Under this Tyrant King, that languishing + Hears his sad Bell, and sees his Mourners? Do I + Bear all this bravely, and must sink at length + Under a womans falshood? Oh that boy, + That cursed boy? None but a villain boy, to ease + your lust? + +_Are_. Nay, then I am betray'd, + I feel the plot cast for my overthrow; Oh I am wretched. + +_Phi_. Now you may take that little right I have + To this poor Kingdom; give it to your Joy, + For I have no joy in it. Some far place, + Where never womankind durst set her foot, + For bursting with her poisons, must I seek, + And live to curse you; + There dig a Cave, and preach to birds and beasts, + What woman is, and help to save them from you. + How heaven is in your eyes, but in your hearts, + More hell than hell has; how your tongues like Scorpions, + Both heal and poyson; how your thoughts are woven + With thousand changes in one subtle webb, + And worn so by you. How that foolish man, + That reads the story of a womans face, + And dies believing it, is lost for ever. + How all the good you have, is but a shadow, + I'th' morning with you, and at night behind you, + Past and forgotten. How your vows are frosts, + Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone. + How you are, being taken all together, + A meer confusion, and so dead a _Chaos_, + That love cannot distinguish. These sad Texts + Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. + So farewel all my wo, all my delight. + + [_Exit_ Phi. + +_Are_. Be merciful ye gods and strike me dead; + What way have I deserv'd this? make my breast + Transparent as pure Crystal, that the world + Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought + My heart holds. Where shall a woman turn her eyes, + To find out constancy? Save me, how black, + + [_Enter_ Bell. + + And guilty (me thinks) that boy looks now? + Oh thou dissembler, that before thou spak'st + Wert in thy cradle false? sent to make lies, + And betray Innocents; thy Lord and thou, + May glory in the ashes of a Maid + Fool'd by her passion; but the conquest is + Nothing so great as wicked. Fly away, + Let my command force thee to that, which shame + Would do without it. If thou understoodst + The loathed Office thou hast undergone, + Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, + Lest men should dig and find thee. + +_Bell_. Oh what God + Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease + Into the noblest minds? Madam this grief + You add unto me is no more than drops + To seas, for which they are not seen to swell; + My Lord had struck his anger through my heart, + And let out all the hope of future joyes, + You need not bid me fly, I came to part, + To take my latest leave, Farewel for ever; + I durst not run away in honesty, + From such a Lady, like a boy that stole, + Or made some grievous fault; the power of gods + Assist you in your sufferings; hasty time + Reveal the truth to your abused Lord, + And mine: That he may know your worth: whilst I + Go seek out some forgotten place to die. + + [_Exit_ Bell. + +_Are_. Peace guide thee, th'ast overthrown me once, + Yet if I had another _Troy_ to lose, + Thou or another villain with thy looks, + Might talk me out of it, and send me naked, + My hair dishevel'd through the fiery streets. + + [ _Enter a_ Lady + +_La_. Madam, the King would hunt, and calls for you + With earnestness. + +_Are_. I am in tune to hunt! + _Diana_ if thou canst rage with a maid, + As with a man, let me discover thee + Bathing, and turn me to a fearful Hind, + That I may die pursu'd by cruel Hounds, + And have my story written in my wounds. + + [_Exeunt_. + + + + _Actus Quartus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ King, Pharamond, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra, + Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, _and Attendants_. + +_K_. What, are the Hounds before, and all the woodmen? + Our horses ready, and our bows bent? + +_Di_. All Sir. + +_King_. Y'are cloudy Sir, come we have forgotten + Your venial trespass, let not that sit heavy + Upon your spirit; none dare utter it. + +_Di_. He looks like an old surfeited Stallion after his leaping, + dull as a Dormouse: see how he sinks; the wench has shot + him between wind and water, and I hope sprung a leak. + +_Thra_. He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough; his + greatest fault is, he Hunts too much in the Purlues, + would he would leave off Poaching. + +_Di_. And for his horn, has left it at the Lodge where he + lay late; Oh, he's a precious Lime-hound; turn him loose + upon the pursuit of a Lady, and if he lose her, hang him + up i'th' slip. When my Fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I'le + borrow him. + +_King_. Is your Boy turn'd away? + +_Are_. You did command Sir, and I obey you. + +_King_. 'Tis well done: Hark ye further. + +_Cle_. Is't possible this fellow should repent? Me thinks that + were not noble in him: and yet he looks like a mortified + member, as if he had a sick mans Salve in's mouth. If + a worse man had done this fault now, some Physical + Justice or other, would presently (without the help of + an Almanack) have opened the obstructions of his + Liver, and let him bloud with a Dog-whip. + +_Di_. See, see, how modestly your Lady looks, as if she came + from Churching with her Neighbour; why, what a Devil + can a man see in her face, but that she's honest? + +_Pha_. Troth no great matter to speak of, a foolish twinkling + with the eye, that spoils her Coat; but he must be a + cunning Herald that finds it. + +_Di_. See how they Muster one another! O there's a Rank + Regiment where the Devil carries the Colours, and his Dam + Drum major, now the world and the flesh come behind with + the Carriage. + +_Cle_. Sure this Lady has a good turn done her against her + will: before she was common talk, now none dare say, + Cantharides can stir her, her face looks like a Warrant, + willing and commanding all Tongues, as they will answer it, + to be tied up and bolted when this Lady means to let her + self loose. As I live she has got her a goodly protection, + and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly, for her + healths sake, once a week, excepting Lent and Dog-days: + Oh if they were to be got for mony, what a great sum would + come out of the City for these Licences? + +_King_. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning, Gentlemen. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter two_ Woodmen. + +_1 Wood_.What, have you lodged the Deer? + +_2 Wood_. Yes, they are ready for the Bow. + +_1 Wood_. Who shoots? + +_2 Wood_. The Princess. + +_1 Wood_. No she'l Hunt. + +_2 Wood_. She'l take a Stand I say. + +_1 Wood_. Who else? + +_2 Wood_. Why the young stranger Prince. + +_1 Wood_. He shall Shoot in a Stone-bow for me. I never + lov'd his beyond-sea-ship, since he forsook the Say, + for paying Ten shillings: he was there at the fall of a + Deer, and would needs (out of his mightiness) give Ten + groats for the Dowcers; marry the Steward would have + had the Velvet-head into the bargain, to Turf his Hat + withal: I think he should love Venery, he is an old Sir + _Tristram_; for if you be remembred, he forsook the + Stagg once, to strike a Rascal Milking in a Medow, and + her he kill'd in the eye. Who shoots else? + +_2 Wood_. The Lady _Galatea_. + +_1 Wood_. That's a good wench, and she would not chide us + for tumbling of her women in the Brakes. She's liberal, + and by my Bow they say she's honest, and whether that + be a fault, I have nothing to do. There's all? + +_2 Wood_. No, one more, _Megra_. + +_1 Wood_. That's a firker I'faith boy; there's a wench will + Ride her Haunces as hard after a Kennel of Hounds, as a + Hunting-saddle; and when she comes home, get 'em clapt, + and all is well again. I have known her lose her self + three times in one Afternoon (if the Woods had been + answerable) and it has been work enough for one man + to find her, and he has sweat for it. She Rides well, and + she payes well. Hark, let's go. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. Oh, that I had been nourished in these woods + With Milk of Goats, and Acorns, and not known + The right of Crowns, nor the dissembling Trains + Of Womens looks; but dig'd my self a Cave, + Where I, my Fire, my Cattel, and my Bed + Might have been shut together in one shed; + And then had taken me some Mountain Girl, + Beaten with Winds, chast as the hardened Rocks + Whereon she dwells; that might have strewed my Bed + With leaves, and Reeds, and with the Skins of beasts + Our Neighbours; and have born at her big breasts + My large course issue. This had been a life free + from vexation. + + [ _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. Oh wicked men! + An innocent man may walk safe among beasts, + Nothing assaults me here. See, my griev'd Lord + Sits as his soul were searching out a way, + To leave his body. Pardon me that must + Break thy last commandment; For I must speak; + You that are griev'd can pity; hear my Lord. + +_Phi_. Is there a Creature yet so miserable, + That I can pity? + +_Bell_. Oh my Noble Lord, + View my strange fortune, and bestow on me, + According to your bounty (if my service + Can merit nothing) so much as may serve + To keep that little piece I hold of life + From cold and hunger. + +_Phi_. Is it thou? be gone: + Go sell those misbeseeming Cloaths thou wear'st, + And feed thy self with them. + +_Bell_. Alas! my Lord, I can get nothing for them: + The silly Country people think 'tis Treason + To touch such gay things. + +_Phi_. Now by my life this is + Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight, + Th'art fain again to thy dissembling trade: + How should'st thou think to cozen me again? + Remains there yet a plague untri'd for me? + Even so thou wept'st and spok'st when first + I took thee up; curse on the time. If thy + Commanding tears can work on any other, + Use thy art, I'le not betray it. Which way + Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee; + For thine eyes are poyson to mine; and I + Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way? + +_Bell_. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have + That path in chase that leads unto my grave. + + [_Exeunt_ Phil. _and_ Bell. _severally_. + + _Enter_ Dion _and the_ Woodmen. + +_Di_. This is the strangest sudden change! You _Woodman_. + +_1 Wood_. My Lord _Dion_. + +_Di_. Saw you a Lady come this way on a Sable-horse + stubbed with stars of white? + +_2 Wood_. Was she not young and tall? + +_Di_. Yes; Rode she to the wood, or to the plain? + +_2 Wood_. Faith my Lord we saw none. + + [_Exeunt_ Wood. + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Di_. Pox of your questions then. What, is she found? + +_Cle_. Nor will be I think. + +_Di_. Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray + about a little necessary natural business, but the + whole Court must be in Arms; when she has done, we + shall have peace. + +_Cle_. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst + us; some say her Horse run away with her; some a Wolf + pursued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that + Armed men were seen in the Wood: but questionless, she + rode away willingly. + + _Enter_ King, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_King_. Where is she? + +_Cle_. Sir, I cannot tell. + +_King_. How is that? Answer me so again. + +_Cle_. Sir, shall I lie? + +_King_. Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that; + I say again, where is she? Mutter not; + Sir, speak you where is she? + +_Di_. Sir, I do not know. + +_King_. Speak that again so boldly, and by Heaven + It is thy last. You fellows answer me, + Where is she? Mark me all, I am your King. + I wish to see my Daughter, shew her me; + I do command you all, as you are subjects, + To shew her me, what am I not your King? + If I, then am I not to be obeyed? + +_Di_. Yes, if you command things possible and honest. + +_King_. Things possible and honest! Hear me, thou, + Thou Traytor, that darest confine thy King to things + Possible and honest; shew her me, + Or let me perish, if I cover not all _Cicily_ with bloud. + +_Di_. Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me where she is. + +_King_. You have betray'd me, y'have, let me lose + The Jewel of my life, go; bring her me, + And set her before me; 'tis the King + Will have it so, whose breath can still the winds, + Uncloud the Sun, charm down the swelling Sea, + And stop the Flouds of Heaven; speak, can it not? + +_Di_. No. + +_King_. No, cannot the breath of Kings do this? + +_Di_. No; nor smell sweet it self, if once the Lungs + Be but corrupted. + +_King_. Is it so? Take heed. + +_Di_. Sir, take you heed; how you dare the powers + That must be just. + +_King_. Alas! what are we Kings? + Why do you gods place us above the rest; + To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd till we + Believe we hold within our hands your Thunder, + And when we come to try the power we have, + There's not a leaf shakes at our threatnings. + I have sin'd 'tis true, and here stand to be punish'd; + Yet would not thus be punish'd; let me chuse + My way, and lay it on. + +_Di_. He Articles with the gods; would some body would + draw bonds, for the performance of Covenants + betwixt them. + + _Enter_ Pha. Galatea, _and_ Megra. + +_King_. What, is she found? + +_Pha_. No, we have ta'ne her Horse. + He gallopt empty by: there's some Treason; + You _Galatea_ rode with her into the wood; why left + you her? + +_Gal_. She did command me. + +_King_. Command! you should not. + +_Gal_. 'Twould ill become my Fortunes and my Birth + To disobey the Daughter of my King. + +_King_. Y'are all cunning to obey us for our hurt, + But I will have her. + +_Pha_. If I have her not, + By this hand there shall be no more _Cicily_. + +_Di_. What will he carry it to _Spain_ in's pocket? + +_Pha_. I will not leave one man alive, but the King, + A Cook and a Taylor. + +_Di_. Yet you may do well to spare your Ladies Bed-fellow, + and her you may keep for a Spawner. + +_King_. I see the injuries I have done must be reveng'd. + +_Di_. Sir, this is not the way to find her out. + +_King_. Run all, disperse your selves: the man that finds her, + Or (if she be kill'd) the Traytor; I'le [make] him great. + +_Di_. I know some would give five thousand pounds to find her. + +_Pha_. Come let us seek. + +_King_. Each man a several way, here I my self. + +_Di_. Come Gentlemen we here. + +_Cle_. Lady you must go search too. + +_Meg_. I had rather be search'd my self. + + [_Exeunt omnes_. + + _Enter_ Arethusa. + +_Are_. Where am I now? Feet find me out a way, + Without the counsel of my troubled head, + I'le follow you boldly about these woods, + O're mountains, thorow brambles, pits, and flouds: + Heaven I hope will ease me. I am sick. + + _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. Yonder's my Lady; Heaven knows I want nothing; + Because I do not wish to live, yet I + Will try her Charity. Oh hear, you that have plenty, + From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground; see, + The lively red is gone to guard her heart; + I fear she faints. Madam look up, she breaths not; + Open once more those rosie twins, and send + Unto my Lord, your latest farewell; Oh, she stirs: + How is it Madam? Speak comfort. + +_Are_. 'Tis not gently done, + To put me in a miserable life, + And hold me there; I pray thee let me go, + I shall do best without thee; I am well. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phil_. I am to blame to be so much in rage, + I'le tell her coolely, when and where I heard + This killing truth. I will be temperate + In speaking, and as just in hearing. + Oh monstrous! Tempt me not ye gods, good gods + Tempt not a frail man, what's he, that has a heart + But he must ease it here? + +_Bell_. My Lord, help the Princess. + +_Are_. I am well, forbear. + +_Phi_. Let me love lightning, let me be embrac'd + And kist by Scorpions, or adore the eyes + Of Basilisks, rather than trust to tongues, + And shrink these veins up; stick me here a stone + Lasting to ages in the memory + Of this damn'd act. Hear me you wicked ones, + You have put the hills on fire into this breast, + Not to be quench'd with tears, for which may guilt + Sit on your bosoms; at your meals, and beds, + Despair await you: what, before my face? + Poyson of Aspes between your lips; Diseases + Be your best issues; Nature make a Curse + And throw it on you. + +_Are_. Dear _Philaster_, leave + To be enrag'd, and hear me. + + _Phi_. I have done; + Forgive my passion, not the calm'd sea, + When _AEolus_ locks up his windy brood, + Is less disturb'd than I, I'le make you know it. + Dear _Arethusa_, do but take this sword, + And search how temperate a heart I have; + Then you and this your boy, may live and raign + In lust without control; Wilt thou _Bellario_? + I prethee kill me; thou art poor, and maist + Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead: + This way were freer; Am I raging now? + If I were mad I should desire to live; + Sirs, feel my pulse; whether have you known + A man in a more equal tune to die? + +_Bel_. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmans time, + So does your tongue. + +_Phi_. You will not kill me then? + +_Are_. Kill you? + +_Bell_. Not for a world. + +_Phi_. I blame not thee, + _Bellario_; thou hast done but that, which gods + Would have transform'd themselves to do; be gone, + Leave me without reply; this is the last + Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword; + Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two + Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or suffer. + +_Are_. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall + Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. + Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders, + No jealousies in the other world, no ill there? + +_Phi_. No. + + _Are_. Shew me then the way. + +_Phi_. Then guide + My feeble hand, you that have power to do it, + For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth + Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers + Short and effectual reconcile you to it. + +_Are_. I am prepared. + + _Enter a_ Country-fellow. + +_Coun_. I'le see the King if he be in the Forest, I have hunted + him these two hours; if I should come home and not + see him my Sisters would laugh at me; I can see nothing + but people better horst than my self, that outride + me; I can hear nothing but shouting. These Kings had + need of good brains, this whooping is able to put a mean + man out of his wits. There's a Courtier with his sword + drawn, by this hand upon a woman, I think. + +_Phi_. Are you at peace? + +_Are_. With Heavens and Earth. + +_Phi_. May they divide thy soul and body? + +_Coun_. Hold dastard, strike a Woman! th'art a craven I + warrant thee, thou wouldst be loth to play half a dozen + of venies at wasters with a good fellow for a broken head. + +_Phi_. Leave us good friend. + +_Are_. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy self + Upon our private sports, our recreations? + +_Coun_. God 'uds, I understand you not, but I know the + Rogue has hurt you. + +_Phi_. Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill + To multiply bloud upon my head; which thou wilt + force me to. + + _Coun_. I know not your Rhetorick, but I can lay it on + if you touch the woman. + + [_They fight_. + +_Phi_. Slave, take what thou deservest. + +_Are_. Heavens guard my Lord. + +_Coun_. Oh do you breath? + +_Phi_. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt. + The gods take part against me, could this Boor + Have held me thus else? I must shift for life, + Though I do loath it. I would find a course, + To lose it, rather by my will than force. + + [_Exit_ Phil. + +_Coun_. I cannot follow the Rogue. I pray thee wench + come and kiss me now. + + _Enter_ Phara. Dion, Cle. Thra. _and_ Woodmen. + +_Pha_. What art thou? + +_Coun_. Almost kil'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave + has hurt her. + +_Pha_. The Princess Gentlemen! Where's the wound Madam? + Is it dangerous? + +_Are_. He has not hurt me. + +_Coun_. I'faith she lies, has hurt her in the breast, look else. + +_Pha_. O sacred spring of innocent blood! + +_Di_. 'Tis above wonder! who should dare this? + +_Are_. I felt it not. + +_Pha_. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess? + +_Coun_. Is it the Princess? + +_Di_. I. + +_Coun_. Then I have seen something yet. + +_Pha_. But who has hurt her? + +_Coun_. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I. + +_Pha_. Madam who did it? + +_Are_. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not, + And do forgive him. + +_Coun_. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fathers + old Fox flie about his ears. + +_Pha_. How will you have me kill him? + +_Are_. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow. + +_Pha_. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger + than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat. + +_Are_. Nay, good Sir; + If you do take him, bring him quick to me, + And I will study for a punishment, + Great as his fault. + +_Pha_. I will. + +_Are_. But swear. + +_Pha_. By all my love I will: Woodmen conduct the Princess + to the King, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing: + Come Gentlemen, we'l follow the chase close. + + [_Ex_. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. _and_ 1 Woodman. + +_Coun_. I pray you friend let me see the King. + +_2 Wood_.That you shall, and receive thanks. + + [_Exeunt_. + +_Coun_. If I get clear with this, I'le go see no more gay sights. + + _Enter_ Bellario. + +_Bell_. A heaviness near death sits on my brow, + And I must sleep: Bear me thou gentle bank, + For ever if thou wilt: you sweet ones all, + Let me unworthy press you: I could wish + I rather were a Coarse strewed o're with you, + Than quick above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes, + And I am giddy; Oh that I could take + So sound a sleep, that I might never wake. + + _Enter_ Philaster. + +_Phi_. I have done ill, my conscience calls me false, + To strike at her, that would not strike at me: + When I did fight, me thought I heard her pray + The gods to guard me. She may be abus'd, + And I a loathed villain: if she be, + She will conceal who hurt her; He has wounds, + And cannot follow, neither knows he me. + Who's this; _Bellario_ sleeping? If thou beest + Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep + + [_Cry within_. + + Should be so sound, and mine, whom thou hast wrong'd, + So broken: Hark I am pursued: you gods + I'le take this offer'd means of my escape: + They have no mark to know me, but my wounds, + If she be true; if false, let mischief light + On all the world at once. Sword, print my wounds + Upon this sleeping boy: I ha' none I think + Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. + + [_Wounds him_. + +_Bell_. Oh death I hope is come, blest be that hand, + It meant me well; again, for pities sake. + +_Phi_. I have caught my self, + + [Phi. _falls_. + + The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight. Here, here, + Is he that stroke thee: take thy full revenge, + Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death: + I'le teach thee to revenge this luckless hand + Wounded the Princess, tell my followers + Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, + And I will second thee: Get a reward. + +_Bell_. Fly, fly my Lord and save your self. + +_Phi_. How's this? + Wouldst thou I should be safe? + +_Bell_. Else it were vain + For me to live. These little wounds I have, + Ha' not bled much, reach me that noble hand, + I'le help to cover you. + +_Phi_. Art thou true to me? + +_Bell_. Or let me perish loath'd. Come my good Lord, + Creep in amongst those bushes: who does know + But that the gods may save your (much lov'd) breath? + +_Phi_. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, + That I have wounded thee: what wilt thou do? + +_Bell_. Shift for my self well: peace, I hear 'em come. + +_Within_. Follow, follow, follow; that way they went. + +_Bell_. With my own wounds I'le bloudy my own sword. + I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows, + That I can stand no longer. + + _Enter_ Pha. Dion, Cle. _and_ Thra. + +_Pha_. To this place we have tract him by his bloud. + +_Cle_. Yonder, my Lord, creeps one away. + +_Di_. Stay Sir, what are you? + +_Bell_. A wretched creature wounded in these Woods + By Beasts; relieve me, if your names be men, + Or I shall perish. + +_Di_. This is he my Lord, + Upon my soul that hurt her; 'tis the boy, + That wicked boy that serv'd her. + +_Pha_. O thou damn'd in thy creation! + What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the Princess? + +_Bell_. Then I am betrayed. + +_Di_. Betrayed! no, apprehended. + +_Bell_. I confess; + Urge it no more, that big with evil thoughts + I set upon her, and did take my aim + Her death. For charity let fall at once + The punishment you mean, and do not load + This weary flesh with tortures. + +_Pha_. I will know who hir'd thee to this deed? + +_Bell_. Mine own revenge. + +_Pha_. Revenge, for what? + +_Bell_. It pleas'd her to receive + Me as her Page, and when my fortunes ebb'd, + That men strid o're them carelesly, she did showr + Her welcome graces on me, and did swell + My fortunes, till they overflow'd their banks, + Threatning the men that crost 'em; when as swift + As storms arise at sea, she turn'd her eyes + To burning Suns upon me, and did dry + The streams she had bestowed, leaving me worse + And more contemn'd than other little brooks, + Because I had been great: In short, I knew + I could not live, and therefore did desire + To die reveng'd. + +_Pha_. If tortures can be found, + Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel + The utmost rigour. + + [Philaster _creeps out of a bush_. + +_Cle_. Help to lead him hence. + +_Phi_. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence, + Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely? + +_Pha_. Who's that? + +_Di_. 'Tis the Lord _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. 'Tis not the treasure of all Kings in one, + The wealth of _Tagus_, nor the Rocks of Pearl, + That pave the Court of _Neptune_, can weigh down + That vertue. It was I that hurt the Princess. + Place me, some god, upon a _Piramis_, + Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice + Loud as your Thunder to me, that from thence, + I may discourse to all the under-world, + The worth that dwells in him. + +_Pha_. How's this? + +_Bell_. My Lord, some man + Weary of life, that would be glad to die. + +_Phi_. Leave these untimely courtesies _Bellario_. + +_Bell_. Alas he's mad, come will you lead me on? + +_Phi_. By all the Oaths that men ought most to keep: + And Gods do punish most, when men do break, + He toucht her not. Take heed _Bellario_, + How thou dost drown the vertues thou hast shown + With perjury. By all that's good 'twas I: + You know she stood betwixt me and my right. + +_Pha_. Thy own tongue be thy judge. + +_Cle_. It was _Philaster_. + +_Di_. Is't not a brave boy? + Well Sirs, I fear we were all deceived. + +_Phi_. Have I no friend here? + +_Di_. Yes. + +_Phi_. Then shew it; + Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer. + Would you have tears shed for you when you die? + Then lay me gentle on his neck that there + I may weep flouds, and breath out my spirit: + 'Tis not the wealth of _Plutus_, nor the gold + Lockt in the heart of earth, can buy away + This arm-full from me, this had been a ransom + To have redeem'd the great _Augustus Caesar_, + Had he been taken: you hard-hearted men, + More stony than these Mountains, can you see + Such clear pure bloud drop, and not cut your flesh + To stop his life? To bind whose better wounds, + Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears, + Bath 'em. Forgive me, thou that art the wealth of + poor _Philaster_. + + [_Enter_ King, Arethusa _and a_ Guard. + +_King_. Is the villain ta'ne? + +_Pha_. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but say it was + _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. Question it no more, it was. + +_King_. The fellow that did fight with him will tell us. + +_Are_. Ay me, I know he will. + +_King_. Did not you know him? + +_Are_. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised. + +_Phi_. I was so. Oh my stars! that I should live still. + +_King_. Thou ambitious fool; + Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life; + Now I do mean to do, I'le leave to talk, bear him + to prison. + +_Are_. Sir, they did plot together to take hence + This harmless life; should it pass unreveng'd, + I should to earth go weeping: grant me then + (By all the love a Father bears his Child) + Their custodies, and that I may appoint + Their tortures and their death. + +_Di_. Death? soft, our Law will not reach that, for this fault. + +_King_. 'Tis granted, take 'em to you, with a Guard. + Come Princely _Pharamond_, this business past, + We may with more security go on to your intended match. + +_Cle_. I pray that this action lose not _Philaster_ the hearts + of the people. + +_Di_. Fear it not, their overwise heads will think it but a trick. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + + + _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima_. + + _Enter_ Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_Thra_. Has the King sent for him to death? + +_Di_. Yes, but the King must know, 'tis not in + his power to war with Heaven. + +_Cle_. We linger time; the King sent for _Philaster_ and the + Headsman an hour ago. + +_Thra_. Are all his wounds well? + +_Di_. All they were but scratches; but the loss of bloud + made him faint. + +_Cle_. We dally Gentlemen. + +_Thra_. Away. + +_Di_. We'l scuffle hard before he perish. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ Philaster, Arethusa, _and_ Bellario. + +_Are_. Nay dear _Philaster_ grieve not, we are well. + +_Bell_. Nay good my Lord forbear, we are wondrous well. + +_Phi_. Oh _Arethusa_! O _Bellario_! leave to be kind: + I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from + Earth, If you continue so; I am a man, + False to a pair of the most trusty ones + That ever earth bore, can it bear us all? + Forgive and leave me, but the King hath sent + To call me to my death, Oh shew it me, + And then forget me: And for thee my boy, + I shall deliver words will mollifie + The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. + +_Bell_. Alas my Lord, my life is not a thing + Worthy your noble thoughts; 'tis not a life, + 'Tis but a piece of child-hood thrown away: + Should I out-live, I shall then out-live + Vertue and honour. And when that day comes, + If ever I should close these eyes but once, + May I live spotted for my perjury, + And waste my limbs to nothing. + +_Are_. And I (the woful'st maid as ever was, + Forc'd with my hands to bring my Lord to death) + Do by the honour of a Virgin swear, + To tell no hours beyond it. + +_Phi_. Make me not hated so. + +_Are_. Come from this prison, all joyful to our deaths. + +_Phi_. People will tear me when they find you true + To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath'd. + Injoy your Kingdoms peaceably, whil'st I + For ever sleep forgotten with my faults, + Every just servant, every maid in love + Will have a piece of me if you be true. + +_Are_. My dear Lord say not so. + +_Bell_. A piece of you? + He was not born of women that can cut it and look on. + +_Phi_. Take me in tears betwixt you, + For my heart will break with shame and sorrow. + +_Are_. Why 'tis well. + +_Bell_. Lament no more. + +_Phi_. What would you have done + If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found + My life no price, compar'd to yours? For love Sirs, + Deal with me truly. + +_Bell_. 'Twas mistaken, Sir. + +_Phi_. Why if it were? + +_Bell_. Then Sir we would have ask'd you pardon. + +_Phi_. And have hope to enjoy it? + +_Are_. Injoy it? I. + +_Phi_. Would you indeed? be plain. + +_Bell_. We would my Lord. + +_Phi_. Forgive me then. + +_Are_. So, so. + +_Bell_. 'Tis as it should be now. + +_Phi_. Lead to my death. + + [_Exeunt_. + + _Enter_ King, Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. + +_King_. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince? + +_Cle_. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City, + And the new Platform, with some Gentlemen + Attending on him. + +_King_. Is the Princess ready + To bring her prisoner out? + +_Thra_. She waits your Grace. + +_King_. Tell her we stay. + +_Di_. King, you may be deceiv'd yet: + The head you aim at cost more setting on + Than to be lost so slightly: If it must off + Like a wild overflow, that soops before him + A golden Stack, and with it shakes down Bridges, + Cracks the strong hearts of _Pines_, whose Cable roots + Held out a thousand Storms, a thousand Thunders, + And so made mightier, takes whole Villages + Upon his back, and in that heat of pride, + Charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces, + And layes them desolate: so shall thy head, + Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands + That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice, + In thy red ruines. + + _Enter_ Phil. Are. _and_ Bell, _in a Robe and Garland_. + +_King_. How now, what Mask is this? + +_Bell_. Right Royal Sir, I should + Sing you an Epithalamium of these lovers, + But having lost my best ayres with my fortunes, + And wanting a celestial Harp to strike + This blessed union on; thus in glad story + I give you all. These two fair Cedar-branches, + The noblest of the Mountain, where they grew + Straightest and tallest, under whose still shades + The worthier beasts have made their layers, and slept + Free from the _Syrian_ Star, and the fell Thunder-stroke, + Free from the Clouds, when they were big with humour, + And delivered in thousand spouts, their issues to + the earth: O there was none but silent quiet there! + Till never pleas'd fortune shot up shrubs, + Base under brambles to divorce these branches; + And for a while they did so, and did raign + Over the Mountain, and choakt up his beauty + With Brakes, rude Thornes and Thistles, till thy Sun + Scorcht them even to the roots, and dried them there: + And now a gentle gale hath blown again + That made these branches meet, and twine together, + Never to be divided: The god that sings + His holy numbers over marriage beds, + Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand + Your Children mighty King, and I have done. + +_King_. How, how? + +_Are_. Sir, if you love it in plain truth, + For there is no Masking in't; This Gentleman + The prisoner that you gave me is become + My keeper, and through all the bitter throws + Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him, + Thus nobly hath he strangled, and at length + Arriv'd here my dear Husband. + +_King_. Your dear Husband! call in + The Captain of the Cittadel; There you shall keep + Your Wedding. I'le provide a Mask shall make + Your Hymen turn his Saffron into a sullen Coat, + And sing sad Requiems to your departing souls: + Bloud shall put out your Torches, and instead + Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks, + An Ax shall hang like a prodigious Meteor + Ready to crop your loves sweets. Hear you gods: + From this time do I shake all title off, + Of Father to this woman, this base woman, + And what there is of vengeance, in a Lion + Cast amongst Dogs, or rob'd of his dear young, + The same inforc't more terrible, more mighty, + Expect from me. + +_Are_. Sir, + By that little life I have left to swear by, + There's nothing that can stir me from my self. + What I have done, I have done without repentance, + For death can be no Bug-bear unto me, + So long as _Pharamond_ is not my headsman. + +_Di_. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy maid + When ere thou dyest; for this time I'le excuse thee, + Or be thy Prologue. + +_Phi_. Sir, let me speak next, + And let my dying words be better with you + Than my dull living actions; if you aime + At the dear life of this sweet Innocent, + Y'are a Tyrant and a savage Monster; + Your memory shall be as foul behind you + As you are living, all your better deeds + Shall be in water writ, but this in Marble: + No Chronicle shall speak you, though your own, + But for the shame of men. No Monument + (Though high and big as _Pelion_) shall be able + To cover this base murther; make it rich + With Brass, with purest Gold, and shining Jasper, + Like the Pyramids, lay on Epitaphs, + Such as make great men gods; my little marble + (That only cloaths my ashes, not my faults) + Shall far out shine it: And for after issues + Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, + That they will give you more, for your mad rage + To cut off, unless it be some Snake, or something + Like your self, that in his birth shall strangle you. + Remember, my Father King; there was a fault, + But I forgive it: let that sin perswade you + To love this Lady. If you have a soul, + Think, save her, and be saved, for my self, + I have so long expected this glad hour, + So languisht under you, and daily withered, + That heaven knows it is my joy to dye, + I find a recreation in't. + + _Enter a_ Messenger. + +_Mess_. Where's the King? + +_King_. Here. + +_Mess_. Get you to your strength, + And rescue the Prince _Pharamond_ from danger, + He's taken prisoner by the Citizens, + Fearing the Lord _Philaster_. + +_Di_. Oh brave followers; + Mutiny, my fine dear Country-men, mutiny, + Now my brave valiant foremen, shew your weapons + In honour of your Mistresses. + + [_Enter another_ Messenger. + +_Mess_. Arm, arm, arm. + +_King_. A thousand devils take 'em. + +_Di_. A thousand blessings on 'em. + +_Mess_. Arm O King, the City is in mutiny, + Led by an old Gray Ruffin, who comes on + In rescue of the Lord _Philaster_. + + [_Exit with_ Are. Phi. Bell. + +_King_. Away to the Cittadel, I'le see them safe, + And then cope with these Burgers: Let the Guard + And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance. + + [_Ex. King_. + + [_Manent_ Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline. + +_Cle_. The City up! this was above our wishes. + +_Di_. I and the Marriage too; by my life, + This noble Lady has deceiv'd us all, a plague upon my + self; a thousand plagues, for having such unworthy + thoughts of her dear honour: O I could beat my self, + or do you beat me and I'le beat you, for we had all one + thought. + +_Cle_. No, no, 'twill but lose time. + +_Di_. You say true, are your swords sharp? Well my dear + Country-men, what ye lack, if you continue and fall + not back upon the first broken shin, I'le have you + chronicled, and chronicled, and cut and chronicled + and all to be prais'd, and sung in Sonnets, and bath'd + in new brave Ballads, that all tongues shall troule you + _in Saecula Saeculorum_ my kind Can-carriers. + +_Thra_. What if a toy take 'em i'th' heels now, and they + run all away, and cry the Devil take the hindmost? + +_Di_. Then the same Devil take the foremost too, and + sowce him for his breakfast; if they all prove + Cowards, my curses fly amongst them and be + speeding. May they have Murreins raign to keep + the Gentlemen at home unbound in easie freeze: + May the Moths branch their Velvets, and their + Silks only be worn before sore eyes. May their false + lights undo 'em, and discover presses, holes, stains, + and oldness in their Stuffs, and make them shop-rid: + May they keep Whores and Horses, and break; and + live mued up with necks of Beef and Turnips: May + they have many children, and none like the Father: + May they know no language but that gibberish they + prattle to their Parcels, unless it be the goarish Latine + they write in their bonds, and may they write that + false, and lose their debts. + + _Enter the_ King. + +_King_. Now the vengeance of all the gods confound them; + how they swarm together! what a hum they raise; + Devils choak your wilde throats; If a man had need + to use their valours, he must pay a Brokage for it, + and then bring 'em on, they will fight like sheep. + 'Tis _Philaster_, none but _Philaster_ must allay + this heat: They will not hear me speak, but fling + dirt at me, and call me Tyrant. Oh run dear friend, + and bring the Lord _Philaster_: speak him fair, call + him Prince, do him all the courtesie you can, + commend me to him. Oh my wits, my wits! + + [_Exit_ Cle. + +_Di_. Oh my brave Countrymen! as I live, I will not buy + a pin out of your walls for this; Nay, you shall cozen + me, and I'le thank you; and send you Brawn and + Bacon, and soil you every long vacation a brace of + foremen, that at _Michaelmas_ shall come up fat + and kicking. + +_King_. What they will do with this poor Prince, the gods + know, and I fear. + +_Di_. Why Sir: they'l flea him, and make Church Buckets + on's skin to squench rebellion, then clap a rivet in's + sconce, and hang him up for a sign. + + _Enter_ Cleremont _with_ Philaster. + +_King_. O worthy Sir forgive me, do not make + Your miseries and my faults meet together, + To bring a greater danger. Be your self, + Still sound amongst Diseases, I have wrong'd you, + And though I find it last, and beaten to it, + Let first your goodness know it. Calm the people, + And be what you were born to: take your love, + And with her my repentance, and my wishes, + And all my prayers, by the gods my heart speaks this: + And if the least fall from me not perform'd, + May I be struck with Thunder. + +_Phi_. Mighty Sir, + I will not do your greatness so much wrong, + As not to make your word truth; free the Princess, + And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock + Of this mad Sea breach, which I'le either turn + Or perish with it. + +_King_. Let your own word free them. + +_Phi_. Then thus I take my leave kissing your hand, + And hanging on your Royal word: be Kingly, + And be not moved Sir, I shall bring your peace, + Or never bring my self back. + +_King_. All the gods go with thee. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + _Enter an old Captain and Citizens with_ Pharamond. + +_Cap_. Come my brave Mirmidons let's fall on, let our caps + Swarm my boys, and you nimble tongues forget your mothers + Gibberish, of what do you lack, and set your mouths + Up Children, till your Pallats fall frighted half a + Fathom, past the cure of Bay-salt and gross Pepper. + And then cry _Philaster_, brave _Philaster_, + Let _Philaster_ be deeper in request, my ding-dongs, + My pairs of dear Indentures, King of Clubs, + Than your cold water Chamblets or your paintings + Spitted with Copper; let not your hasty Silks, + Or your branch'd Cloth of Bodkin, or your Tishues, + Dearly belov'd of spiced Cake and Custard, + Your Robin-hoods scarlets and Johns, tie your affections + In darkness to your shops; no, dainty Duckers, + Up with your three pil'd spirits, your wrought valours. + And let your un-cut Coller make the King feel + The measure of your mightiness _Philaster_. + Cry my Rose nobles, cry. + +_All_. Philaster, Philaster. + +_Cap_. How do you like this my Lord Prince, these are + mad boys, I tell you, these are things that will not + strike their top-sayles to a Foist. And let a man of + war, an Argosie hull and cry Cockles. + +_Pha_. Why you rude slave, do you know what you do? + +_Cap_. My Pretty Prince of Puppets, we do know, + And give your greatness warning, that you talk + No more such Bugs-words, or that soldred Crown + Shall be scratch'd with a Musket: Dear Prince Pippen, + Down with your noble bloud; or as I live, + I'le have you codled: let him lose my spirits, + Make us a round Ring with your Bills my Hectors, + And let us see what this trim man dares do. + Now Sir, have at you; here I [lie], + And with this swashing blow, do you swear Prince; + I could hulk your Grace, and hang you up cross-leg'd, + Like a Hare at a Poulters, and do this with this wiper. + +_Pha_. You will not see me murder'd wicked Villains? + +_1 Cit_. Yes indeed will we Sir, we have not seen one fo[r] + a great while. + +_Capt_. He would have weapons would he? give him a + Broad-side my brave boyes with your pikes, branch me + his skin in Flowers like a Satin, and between every + Flower a mortal cut, your Royalty shall ravel, jag him + Gentlemen, I'le have him cut to the kell, then down + the seames, oh for a whip To make him Galoone-Laces, + I'le have a Coach-whip. + +_Pha_. O spare me Gentlemen. + +_Cap_. Hold, hold, the man begins to fear and know himself, + He shall for this time only be seal'd up + With a Feather through his nose, that he may only see + Heaven, and think whither he's going, + Nay beyond-Sea Sir, we will proclaim you, you would + be King Thou tender Heir apparent to a Church-Ale, + Thou sleight Prince of single Sarcenet; + Thou Royal Ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing + But poor mens Poultry, and have every Boy + Beat thee from that too with his Bread and Butter. + +_Pha_. Gods keep me from these Hell-hounds. + +_2 Cit_. Shall's geld him Captain? + +_Cap_. No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels, + As you respect the Ladies let them flourish; + The curses of a longing woman kill as speedy as a + Plague, Boys. + +_1 Cit_. I'le have a Leg that's certain. + +_2 Cit_. I'le have an Arm. + +_3 Cit_. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build + a Colledge, and clap't upon the Gate. + +_4 Cit_. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with, + For certainly a Royal Gut will sound like silver. + +_Pha_. Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain once. + +_5 Cit_. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets. + +_Cap_. Who will have parcels else? speak. + +_Pha_. Good gods consider me, I shall be tortur'd. + +_1 Cit_. Captain, I'le give you the trimming of your hand-sword, + and let me have his Skin to make false Scabbards. + +_2_. He had no horns Sir had he? + +_Cap_. No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with horns? + +_Cit_. O if he had, I would have made rare Hafts and + Whistles of 'em, but his Shin-bones if they be sound shall + serve me. + + [_Enter_ Philaster. + + _All_. Long live _Philaster_, the brave Prince _Philaster_. + +_Phi_. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these + Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands + Uncivil Trades? + +_Cap_. My Royal Rosiclear, + We are thy Mirmidons, thy Guard, thy Rorers, + And when thy noble body is in durance, + Thus do we clap our musty Murrions on, + And trace the streets in terrour: Is it peace + Thou _Mars_ of men? Is the King sociable, + And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen, + And free as _Phoebus_? Speak, if not, this stand + Of Royal blood shall be abroach, atilt, and run + Even to the lees of honour. + +_Phi_. Hold and be satisfied, I am my self + Free as my thoughts are, by the gods I am. + +_Cap_. Art thou the dainty darling of the King? + Art thou the _Hylas_ to our _Hercules_? + Do the Lords bow, and the regarded scarlets, + Kiss their Gumd-gols, and cry, we are your servants? + Is the Court Navigable, and the presence struck + With Flags of friendship? if not, we are thy Castle + And this man sleeps. + +_Phi_. I am what I desire to be, your friend, + I am what I was born to be, your Prince. + +_Pha_. Sir, there is some humanity in you, + You have a noble soul, forget my name, + And know my misery, set me safe aboard + From these wild _Canibals_, and as I live, + I'le quit this Land for ever: there is nothing, + Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness + Of all sorts, all dangers, and all together + The worst company of the worst men, madness, age, + To be as many Creatures as a woman, + And do as all they do, nay to despair; + But I would rather make it a new Nature, + And live with all those than endure one hour + Amongst these wild Dogs. + +_Phi_. I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears, + Deliver me the Prince, I'le warrant you + I shall be old enough to find my safety. + +_3 Cit_. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you, + He's a fierce man I can tell you Sir. + +_Cap_. Prince, by your leave I'le have a Sursingle, + And Male you like a Hawke. + + [_He stirs_. + +_Phi_. Away, away, there is no danger in him: + Alas he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. + Look you friends, how gently he leads, upon my word + He's tame enough, he need[s] no further watching. + Good my friends go to your houses and + by me have your pardons, and my love, + And know there shall be nothing in my power + You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes. + To give you more thanks were to flatter you, + Continue still your love, and for an earnest + Drink this. +_All_. Long maist thou live brave Prince, brave Prince, + brave Prince. + + [_Exeunt_ Phi. _and_ Pha. + +_Cap_. Thou art the King of Courtesie: + Fall off again my sweet youths, come and every man + Trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up, then to + The Tavern and bring your wives in Muffes: we will have + Musick and the red grape shall make us + dance, and rise Boys. + + [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ King, Are. Gal. Meg. Cle. Dion, Thra. Bellario, _and Attendants_. + +_King_. Is it appeas'd? + +_Di_. Sir, all is quiet as this dead of night, + As peaceable as sleep, my Lord _Philaster_ + Brings on the Prince himself. + +_King_. Kind Gentlemen! + I will not break the least word I have given + In promise to him, I have heap'd a world + Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope + To wash away. + + _Enter_ Philaster _and_ Pharamond. + +_Cle_. My Lord is come. + +_King_. My Son! + Blest be the time that I have leave to call + Such vertue mine; now thou art in mine arms, + Me thinks I have a salve unto my breast + For all the stings that dwell there, streams of grief + That I have wrought thee, and as much of joy + That I repent it, issue from mine eyes: + Let them appease thee, take thy right; take her, + She is thy right too, and forget to urge + My vexed soul with that I did before. + +_Phi_. Sir, [it is] blotted from my memory, + Past and forgotten: For you Prince of _Spain_, + Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave + To make an honourable voyage home. + And if you would go furnish'd to your Realm + With fair provision, I do see a Lady + Me thinks would gladly bear you company: + How like you this piece? + +_Meg_. Sir, he likes it well, + For he hath tried it, and found it worth + His princely liking; we were ta'ne a bed, + I know your meaning, I am not the first + That Nature taught to seek a fellow forth: + Can shame remain perpetually in me, + And not in others? or have Princes salves + To cure ill names that meaner people want? + +_Phi_. What mean you? + +_Meg_. You must get another ship + To clear the Princess and the boy together. + +_Di_. How now! + +_Meg_. Others took me, and I took her and him + At that all women may be ta'ne sometimes: + Ship us all four my Lord, we can endure + Weather and wind alike. + +_King_. Clear thou thy self, or know not me for Father. + +_Are_. This earth, How false it is? what means is left for me + To clear my self? It lies in your belief, + My Lords believe me, and let all things else + Struggle together to dishonour me. + +_Bell_. O stop your ears great King, that I may speak + As freedom would, then I will call this Lady + As base as be her actions, hear me Sir, + Believe [y]our hated bloud when it rebels + Against your reason sooner than this Lady. + +_Meg_. By this good light he bears it hansomely. + +_Phi_. This Lady? I will sooner trust the wind + With Feathers, or the troubled Sea with Pearl, + Than her with any thing; believe her not! + Why think you, if I did believe her words; + I would outlive 'em: honour cannot take + Revenge on you, then what were to be known + But death? + +_King_. Forget her Sir, since all is knit + Between us: but I must request of you + One favour, and will sadly be denied. + +_Phi_. Command what ere it be. + +_King_. Swear to be true to what you promise. + +_Phi_. By the powers above, + Let it not be the death of her or him, + And it is granted. + +_King_. Bear away the boy + To Torture, I will have her clear'd or buried. + +_Phi_. O let me call my words back, worthy Sir, + Ask something else, bury my life and right + In one poor grave, but do not take away my + life and fame at once. +_King_. Away with him, it stands irrevocable. + +_Phi_. Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man + The falsest and the basest of this world: + Set swords against this breast some honest man, + For I have liv'd till I am pitied, + My former deeds are hateful, but this last + Is pitifull, for I unwillingly + Have given the dear preserver of my life + + [_Offers to kill himself_.] + + Unto his Torture: is it in the power + Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live? + +_Are_. Dear Sir be patient yet, or stay that hand. + +_King_. Sirs, strip that boy. + +_Di_. Come Sir, your tender flesh will try your + constancie. + +_Bell_. O kill me gentlemen. + +_Di_. No, help Sirs. + +_Bell_. Will you Torture me? + +_King_. Hast there, why stay you? + +_Bell_. Then I shall not break my vow, + You know just gods, though I discover all. + +_King_. How's that? Will he confess? + +_Di_. Sir, so he says. + +_King_. Speak then. + +_Bell_. Great King if you command + This Lord to talk with me alone, my tongue + Urg'd by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts + My youth hath known, and stranger things than these + You hear not often. + +_King_. Walk aside with him. + +_Di_. Why speak'st thou not? + +_Bell_. Know you this face my Lord? + +_Di_. No. + +_Bell_. Have you not seen it, nor the like? + +_Di_. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily + I know not where. + +_Bell_. I have been often told + In Court, of one _Euphrasia,_ a Lady + And Daughter to you; betwixt whom and me + (They that would flatter my bad face would swear) + There was such strange resemblance, that we two + Could not be known asunder, drest alike. + +_Di_. By Heaven and so there is. + +_Bell_. For her fair sake, + Who now doth spend the spring time of her life + In holy Pilgrimage, move to the King, + That I may scape this Torture. + +_Di_. But thou speak'st + As like _Euphrasia_ as thou dost look, + How came it to thy knowledge that she + lives in Pilgrimage? + +_Bell_. I know it not my Lord, + But I have heard it, and do scarce believe it. + +_Di_. Oh my shame, is't possible? Draw near, + That I may gaze upon thee, art thou she? + Or else her Murderer? where wert thou born? + +_Bell_. In _Siracusa_. + +_Di_. What's thy name? + +_Bell. Euphrasia_. + + _Di_. O 'tis just, 'tis she now, I do know thee, Oh + that thou hadst died + And I had never seen thee nor my shame, + How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine + E're call thee Daughter more? + +_Bell_. Would I had died indeed, I wish it too, + And so I must have done by vow, e're published + What I have told, but that there was no means + To hide it longer, yet I joy in this, + The Princess is all clear. + +_King_. What have you done? + +_Di_. All is discovered. + +_Phi_. Why then hold you me? + +_Di_. All is discovered, pray you let me go. + [He offers to stab himself_.] + +_King_. Stay him. + +_Are_. What is discovered? + +_Di_. Why my shame, it is a woman, let her speak the rest. + +_Phi_. How! that again. + +_Di_. It is a woman. + +_Phi_. Blest be you powers that favour innocence. + +_King_. Lay hold upon that Lady. + +_Phi_. It is a woman Sir, hark Gentlemen! + It is a woman. _Arethusa_ take + My soul into thy breast, that would be gone + With joy: it is a woman, thou art fair, + + And vertuous still to ages, in despight of malice. + +_King_. Speak you, where lies his shame? + +_Bell_. I am his Daughter. + +_Phi_. The Gods are just. + +_Di_. I dare accuse none, but before you two + The vertue of our age, I bend my knee + For mercy. + +_Phi_. Take it freely; for I know, + Though what thou didst were undiscreetly done, + 'Twas meant well. + +_Are_. And for me, + I have a power to pardon sins as oft + As any man has power to wrong me. + +_Cle_. Noble and worthy. + +_Phi_. But _Bellario_, + (For I must call thee still so) tell me why + Thou didst conceal thy Sex, it was a fault, + A fault _Bellario_, though thy other deeds + Of truth outweigh'd it: All these Jealousies + Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discovered, + What now we know. + +_Bell_. My Father would oft speak + Your worth and vertue, and as I did grow + More and more apprehensive, I did thirst + To see the man so rais'd, but yet all this + Was but a Maiden longing to be lost + As soon as found, till sitting in my window, + Printing my thoughts in Lawne, I saw a God + I thought (but it was you) enter our Gates, + My bloud flew out, and back again as fast + As I had puft it forth, and suck't it in + Like breath, then was I call'd away in hast + To entertain you. Never was a man + Heav'd from a Sheep-coat to a Scepter rais'd + So high in thoughts as I, you left a kiss + Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep + From you for ever, I did hear you talk + Far above singing; after you were gone, + I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd + What stir'd it so, Alas I found it love, + Yet far from lust, for could I have but liv'd + In presence of you, I had had my end, + For this I did delude my noble Father + With a feign'd Pilgrimage, and drest my self + In habit of a boy, and, for I knew + My birth no match for you, I was past hope + Of having you. And understanding well + That when I made discovery of my Sex, + I could not stay with you, I made a vow + By all the most religious things a Maid + Could call together, never to be known, + Whilst there was hope to hide me from mens eyes, + For other than I seem'd; that I might ever + Abide with you, then sate I by the Fount + Where first you took me up. + +_King_. Search out a match + Within our Kingdom where and when thou wilt, + And I will pay thy Dowry, and thy self + Wilt well deserve him. + +_Bell_. Never Sir will I + Marry, it is a thing within my vow, + But if I may have leave to serve the Princess, + To see the vertues of her Lord and her, + I shall have hope to live. + +_Are_. I _Philaster_, + Cannot be jealous, though you had a Lady + Drest like a Page to serve you, nor will I + Suspect her living here: come live with me, + Live free, as I do, she that loves my Lord, + Curst be the wife that hates her. + +_Phi_. I grieve such vertues should be laid in earth + Without an Heir; hear me my Royal Father, + Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, + To think to take revenge of that base woman, + Her malice cannot hurt us: set her free + As she was born, saving from shame and sin. + +_King_. Set her at liberty, but leave the Court, + This is no place for such: you _Pharamond_ + Shall have free passage, and a conduct home + Worthy so great a Prince, when you come there, + Remember 'twas your faults that lost you her, + And not my purpos'd will. + +_Pha_. I do confess, + Renowned Sir. + +_King_. Last joyn your hands in one, enjoy _Philaster_ + This Kingdom which is yours, and after me + What ever I call mine, my blessing on you, + All happy hours be at your Marriage joyes, + That you may grow your selves over all Lands, + And live to see your plenteous branches spring + Where ever there is Sun. Let Princes learn + By this to rule the passions of their blood, + For what Heaven wills, can never be withstood. + + [_Exeunt Omnes_. + + + +PHILASTER. + +(A) Phylaster. | Or, | Love lyes a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe +by his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Baymont and John +Fletcher. Gent. | Printed at London for Thomas Walkley, and are to +be sold at his | shop at the Eagle and Child, in Brittaines Bursse. +1620. + +This edition contains, on the title-page, a wood-cut representing +'The Princes' (The Princess) and 'A Cuntrie Gentellman' seated on +the ground, and 'Phielaster' leaving them. See the scene in Act IV +(_ante_, p. 125). + +(B) Philaster. | Or, | Love lies a Bleeding. | As it hath beene +diverse times Acted, | at the Globe, and Blacke-Friers, by | +his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Beaumont, and John +Fletcher. Gent. | The second Impression, corrected, and | amended. | +London, | Printed for Thomas Walkley, and are to | be solde at +his shoppe, at the signe of the | Eagle and Childe, in Brittaines +Bursse. | 1622. + +(C) Philaster, | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher. | Gentlemen. | The third +Impression. | London, | Printed by A.M. for Richard Hawkins, and are +to | be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lane, adjoyning | to Sarjeants +Inne gate. 1628. + +(D) Philaster, | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher. Gentlemen. | The fourth +Impression. | London, | Printed by W.J. for Richard Hawkins, and are +to | be sold at his Shop in Chancery-lane, adjoyning | to Sarjeants +Inne gate. 1634. + +(E) Philaster | or | Love lies a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, and +Blackfriers. By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being Francis +Beaumont, and John Fletcher. Gent. | The fourth Impression. | +London, | Printed by E. Griffin for William Leak, and are to | be +sold at his shop in Chancerie Lane neere | the Rowles. 1639. + +(F) Philaster: | or, | Love lies a bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Blackfriers, By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The fifth Impression. | +London: | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop +at the | Sign of the Crown in Fleetstreet, between the two | Temple +Gates. 1652. + +This edition contains on the title-page a small device of +fleurs-de-lis. + +(G) Philaster | or, | Love lies a bleeding. | Acted at the Globe, +and Black-friers, By his Majesties Servants. | The Authors being +Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The fifth Impression. | +London: | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop +at the | signe of the Crown in Fleet street, between the two | +Temple Gates. 1652. + +On the back of the title-page (which contains the device of a crown) +is a list of books printed or sold by William Leake. (H) Philaster | +or, | Love lies a Bleeding: | Acted at the Globe, and Blackfriers, +By his Majesties servants. | The Authors being Francis Beaumont, and +John Fletcher, Gent. | The sixth Impression. | London, | Printed for +William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop at the | signe of the +Crown in Fleet street, between the two | Temple Gates. + +This edition, conjecturally dated 1660 in the British Museum +Catalogue, contains, on the back of the title-page and at the foot +of the list of persons represented, lists of books printed or sold +by William Leake at the Crown in Fleet Street. + +A The first few pages and the last few pages of the play as printed +in A vary so completely from the other texts that it has been +necessary to print them separately. See _post_, pp. 401--3, 413--17. + +B contains the following Address to the Reader: + +_'To the Reader_. + +'Courteous Reader. _Philaster_, and _Anthusa_ his love, have laine +so long a bleeding, by reason of some dangerous and gaping wounds, +which they received in the first Impression, that it is wondered how +they could goe abroad so long, or travaile so farre as they have +done. Although they were hurt neither by me, nor the Printer; yet I +knowing and finding by experience, how many well-wishers they have +abroad, have adventured to bind up their wounds, & to enable them to +visite upon better tearmes, such friends of theirs, as were pleased +to take knowledge of them, so mained [? maimed] and deformed, as +they at the first were; and if they were then gracious in your +sight, assuredly they will now finde double favour, being reformed, +and set forth suteable, to their birth, and breeding. + +_By your serviceable Friend_, + +Thomas Walkley.' + +C prefixes to the play the following Address repeated with +variations of spelling in the five later quartos: + +'The Stationer, To the Understanding Gentrie. + +'This play so affectionatly taken, and approoved by the Seeing +Auditors, or Hearing Spectators, (of which sort, I take, or conceive +you to bee the greatest part) hath received (as appeares by the +copious vent of two [D and E three; F, G and H four] Editions,) no +lesse acceptance with improovement of you likewise the Readers, +albeit the first Impression swarm'd with Errors, prooving it selfe +like pure Gold, which the more it hath beene tried and refined, +the better is esteemed; the best Poems of this kind, in the first +presentation, resemble [D--H resembling] that all tempting Minerall +newly digged up, the Actors being onely the labouring Miners, +but you the skilfull Triers and Refiners: Now considering [D--H +consider] how currant this hath passed, under the infallible stampe +of your judicious censure, and applause, and (like a gainefull +Office in this Age) eagerly sought for, not onely by those that have +heard & seene it, [F--H _omit_ heard and] but by others that +have meerely heard thereof: here you behold me acting the +Merchant-adventurers part, yet as well for their satisfaction, as +mine owne benefit, and if my hopes (which I hope, shall never lye +like this LOVE A BLEEDING,) doe fairely arrive at their intended +Haven, I shall then be ready to lade a new Bottome, and [D--H _omit_ +and] set foorth againe, to game the good-will both of you and them. +To whom respectively I convey this hearty greeting: ADIEU.' + +P. 75 1. 3. A and B _omit_] or, Love lies a Bleeding. II. 4 _et seq_. A] + + + + THE ACTORS NAMES. + + + King of Cecely + Arathusa, the Princesse. + Phylaster. + Pharamont, a Spanish Prince, + Leon, a Lord. + Gleremon} Two Noble Gentlemen + Trasilm } + Bellario a Page, Leon's daughter. + Callatea, a Lady of Honor. + Megra, another Lady. + A Waiting Gentlewoman. + Two Woodmen. + A Countrey Gallant. + + An Old Captaine. + + And Souldiers. + A Messenger. + + B _omits_ the list of Persons Represented in the Play and also + _The Scene_, etc.1. 5. C--H] The persons presented are these, + viz. In A the play, down to I. 26 of p. 78, begins as follows] + + _Actus_ I. _Scoen_. I. + + _Enter at severall doores _Lord Lyon, Trasiline, _followes him_, + Clerimon _meetes them_. + +TRASILINE. + Well ore tane my Lord. + +LYON. Noble friend welcome, and see who encounters + us, honourable good _Clerimon_. + +CLE. My good Lord _Lyon_, most happily met worthy + _Trasiline_, + Come gallants, what's the newes, + the season affoords us variety, + the novilsts of our time runnes on heapes, + to glut their itching eares with airie sounds, + trotting to'th burse; and in the Temple walke + with greater zeale to heare a novall lye, + than a pyous Anthum tho chanted by Cherubins. + +TRANS. True Sir: + and holds set counsels, to vent their braine sicke opinions + with presagements what all states shall designe. + +CLE. Thats as their intelligence serves. + +LYON. And that shall serve as long as invention lastes, + there dreames they relate, as spoke from Oracles, + or if the gods should hold a synod, and make them their + secritaries, they will divine and prophecie too: but come + and speake your thoughts of the intended marriage with + the Spanish Prince. He is come you see, and bravely + entertainde. + +TRAS. Hee is so, but not married yet. + +CLE. But like to be, and shall have in dowry with the + Princesse this Kingdome of _Cycele_. + +LEON. Soft and faire, there is more will forbid the baines, + then say amen to the marriage: though the King + usurped the Kingdome during the non-age of the + Prince _Phylaster_, hee must not thinke to bereave + him of it quite; hee is now come to yeares to claime + the Crowne. + +TRA. And lose his head i' the asking. + +LEON. A diadem worn by a headlesse King wold be + wonderous, _Phylaster_ is too weake in power. + +CLE. He hath many friends. + +LEON. And few helpers. + +TRA. The people love him. + +LEON. I grant it, that the King knowes too well, + And makes this Contract to make his faction strong: + Whats a giddy-headed multitude, + That's not Disciplinde nor trainde up in Armes, + To be trusted unto? No, he that will + Bandy for a Monarchic, must provide + Brave marshall troopes with resolution armde, + To stand the shock of bloudy doubtfull warre, + Not danted though disastrous Fate doth frowne, + And spit all spightfull fury in their face: + Defying horror in her ugliest forme, + And growes more valiant, the more danger threats; + Or let leane famine her affliction send, + Whose pining plagues a second hel doth bring, + Thei'le hold their courage in her height of spleene, + Till valour win plenty to supply them, + What thinke ye, would yer feast-hunting Citizens + Indure this? + +TRA. No sir, a faire march a mile out of town that their wives may + bring them their dinners, is the hottest service that they + are trained up to. + +CLE. I could wish their experience answered their loves, + Then should the much too much wrongd _Phylaster_, + Possesse his right in spight of Don and the divell. + +TRA. My heart is with your wishes. + +LEON. And so is mine, + And so should all that loves their true borne Prince, + Then let us joyne our Forces with our mindes, + In whats our power to right this wronged Lord, + And watch advantage as best may fit the time + To stir the murmuring people up, + Who is already possest with his wrongs, + And easily would in rebellion rise, + Which full well the King doth both know and feare, + But first our service wee'le proffer to the Prince, + And set our projects as he accepts of us; + But husht, the King is comming. + + _sound musicke within_. + + _Enter the King_, Pharamont, _the Princesse, the Lady Gallatea, + the Lady Megra, a Gentlewoman, loith Lords attending, + the King takes his seate_. + + KING. Faire Prince, + Since heavens great guider furthers our intents, + And brought you with safety here to arrive + Within our Kingdome and Court of _Cycele_, + We bid you most welcome, Princely _Pharamont_, + And that our Kingly bounty shall confirme, + Even whilst the Heavens hold so propitious aspect + Wee'le crowne your wisht desires (with our owne) + + Lend me your hand sweet Prince, hereby enjoy + A full fruition of your best contents, + The interest I hold I doe possesse you with, + Onely a fathers care, and prayers retaine, + That heaven may heape on blessings, take her Prince, + A sweeter Mistrisse then the offered Language of any dame, + were she a Queene whose eye speakes common Loves, + and comfort to her servants: Last Noble son, for so I + [now must call + you, what I have done thus publik, is not to add a comfort + [in particular + to you or mee, but all, and to confirme the Nobles and the + Gentrie of our Kingdom'e by oath to your succession: which + [shall + be within this moneth at most. + +l. 28. B--E] nor Lords, nor Ladyes. +l. 33. B and C] desired. +l. 34. Folio] ghess. + +p. 76, +l. 1. B and C] Faith sir. +l. 8. F] for me. + +p. 77, +l. 1. B and C] Faith, I thinke. +l. 29. B] quickly to bee. +l. 33. D--H] To give a stranger. +l. 35. In B--H bracket ends with this line. +l. 37. F, G, H and the Folio _misprint_] your daughter. +l. 38. C, D and E] your subjects. + +p. 78, +l. 9. E--H] I making. +l. 13. B] To talke of her. +l. 22. B _omits_] a. +l. 29. A] when it is. +l. 30. A--E] is wrong'd. + +p. 79, +l. 4. A] And in me. +l. 5. A, B and C] By more then all the gods, +I hold it happy. D and E] By more then all my hopes I hold it happy (A--E +_repeat happy at beginning of next line_). +l. 9. A] rotting age. +l. 10. A--H] Open. +l. 15. A] finde it out. +l. 16. A, B and C] And tye it to this Countrey. By all the gods. +l. 17. A] as easie to the subjects. +l. 27. A] Miracles. +l. 30. A prints this stage-direction after the word 'shape' in l. 32. +l. 31. A] he'le sell him, he has so be praised his shape. B--G] sell +himself. +l. 33. A] large praises. +ll. 34 and 35. A] Let mee bee swallowed +quicke, if I can finde all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues unseene to sound +enough. +l. 37. A, B and C] of trifles. +l. 39. A _omits_] And. + +p. 80, +l. 1. A] for favour. +l. 3. A, B and C] how pale he lookes, he feares. +l. 4. A] And this same whoresone conscience, ah how it jades us. +l. 5. B] intent. +l. 6. A] speak on. +l. 11. F and G] turn'd. +l. 15. A] sweet Princesse. +l. 25. A, B and C _add after_] ashes, as I. +l. 26. F] goes. +l. 30. A] his hidden bowels. +l. 31. A, B and C] By the just gods it shall. +l. 35. A] I Prince of popines, I will make it well appeare. +l. 40. A] Turcle. + +p. 81, +l. 2. A] make. +ll. 3 and 4. A] I doe not fancy this choller, Sure hee's somewhat tainted. +l. 8. A] be constant gentle heavens, I'le run. B +and C] Be constant Gentlemen, by heaven I'le run. +l. 10. A--D] we are all one. +l. 17. A] leave it to me. +l. 19. D, E and G] were. +l. 21. A--F] any thing but thine. G] any thine. +l. 25. A and B] belied. +l. 26. A] and from his presence. Spit all those bragges. B--E] presence. +B _omits_] all. +ll. 29 and 30. A _omits_] to brave our best friends. You deserve our frown. +l. 31. A] noblier. +l. 32. A gives this speech to Leon, i.e., Dion. +l. 34. A] never. +l. 35. A] This is. +l. 37. A _omits_] your. +l. 38. A] but i'm sure tothers the man set in my eye. A--G] my eye. + +p. 82, +l. 4. A] griefe. +l. 5. A] My wants. A, B and C] now nothing hopes and feares. +l. 7. A and B _omit_] not. +l. 8. A] Phy: whispers the King. +l. 9. A _omits_ this line. +ll. 12 and 13. A] has a soule of Christall,* +to read their actions, though mens faces. +l. 14. A _omits_] Do. A] but view the stranger well. F] your stranger. +l. 15. A] throw all. A] braveries. +l. 16. A] a true truant. +l. 17. A] I am no augery. +l. 21. A] you are. +l. 22. A] smooth your selfe. +l. 24. A, B and C _omit_] not. +l. 25. A--E] my weake starres lead me too; [A:] all my weake fortunes. +l. 26. A] dare. A _omits_ parenthesis. B] presence (speake, that is. +l. 30. A _omits_] Sure. +l. 31. A] Yes, with my fathers spirit is heare O King. +l. 32. A] and now. +l. 34. A--E] these are. +l. 39. The Folio _misprints_] hour hand. + +p. 83, +l. 2. A] of your life. +l. 4. A _omits_] your. A _omits_] Ex. King, +Pha. and Are. B--H _omit_] and. +l. 6. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. +l. 8. A--G] is he not. +l. 10. A--G] I could. A] their nation. +l. 12. A gives this speech to 'Lad.', i.e., Lady. A, B and C] Gods +comfort. A _omits_] Lady. +l. 13. A] has. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] Exet Ladies. +l. 27. A] recluses. +l. 28. A] How doe your worth sir. +l. 30. A _omits_] I find. +l. 32. A] Sir, the King must please. +l. 33. A] who you are, and what you are. F] what we are and who you are. +l. 34. The Folio _misprints_] juriuries. A] your wrongs and vertues. +l. 35. A] but call your father to you. +l. 38. A _omits_] to. + +p. 84, +l. 2. A] Friend. +l. 3. A--D] our eares. +l. 5. F] Do you love. +l. 6. A] Lyon. +l. 10. A] a penance. +l. 12. For this line A after l. 8 _reads_] Enter a Gentlewoman. +l. 13. A] I'st to me, or to any of these Gentlemen you come. +l. 14. Here and at l. 17 for 'La.' A _reads_] Gent-Woo. +l. 16. A] you are. +l. 17. A _omits_] to. +l. 18. A, B and C] her faire hand. +l. 19. A _adds_] Exit Gent-Woo. +l. 21. F] But do weigh. +l. 28. A] and white fiend frends in her cheekes. +l. 30. In D--H the stage-direction 'Ex. Phil.' is printed at the end +of l. 29. +l. 32. B--G] th' art. +l. 35. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. +ll. 36 and 37. For 'Are.' A _reads_ throughout the scene 'Prin.' + and for 'La.' _reads_ 'Woo.' + +p. 85, +l. 2. A] at the first. +l. 5. A--H] dangers. +l. 7. A] dares. +l. 12. A, B and C] You all are. +l. 17. A _omits_] Fear. A] mee thoughts. +l. 21. A] with such a woing jesture and puicke looks. +l. 22. A _omits_] him. +l. 27. A] his ends. +l. 29. A] To things so opposite, so bound to put. +l. 31. A _omits_] of mine. +l. 32. A _omits_] Of. +l. 35. A] that will not have your dens withstood. +l. 37. A, B and C] passions. +l. 38. A] into. +l. 40. A and B] Oh it is well. + +p. 86, +l. 5. A] dos so ill become. +l. 14. A] Injury. +l. 15. A] found to be so great. +l. 24. A] Both, or I do. A, B and C] by heaven. +l. 25. A] if I not calmely die injoy them both. +l. 28. H] give. +l. 40. A and B] I can indure it. + +p. 87, +l. 1. A] saw yet. +l. 2. A--H] dreadfully. +l. 3. A] speake. +l. 4. A--D] horrible. +l. 7. A] a womans tongue. +l. 10. A] you that beg. +l. 11. F and G] unprice. +l. 17. F] The love. +l. 22. A _omits_] doth. B--E] doe. +l. 26. A] might have. +l. 35. A _omits_] The gods. +l. 36. A] the worthier, and the better blest. +l. 39. A] unwelcom'd. + +p. 88, +l. 5. A--G] true loves. +l. 9. B--H] fountaines. +l. 11. A] as much againe. +l. 13. A] bred in the vayle. +l. 16. A] eye. +l. 17. A] make them. +l. 23. A] the course. +l. 24. A] it yeelded him his life. +l. 30. A] me thoughts. +l. 32. A] whom was glad. +l. 33. F and G] The truliest. F] gentle. +l. 36. A] Enter woman. In A and B this stage-direction occurs after l. 37. +l. 38. A for 'La.' _reads_] Woo. +l. 39. A] Phylaster doe. + +p. 89, l.4. A, B and C] the voyce of God. l.5. A] yet I doe not hide +my selfe. l.13. Folio has a full-stop at end of line. l.14. A _omits_] for +my sake do. l.16. A] Enter Pharamont and a woman. ll. 19 and 20. A] +the deare love within my heart. l.21. A] if I shall have an answer or no, +derectly I am gone. l.23. A] To what? what would he have answer. B--E +_omit_] an. l.25. A--D] forbare. l.29. A] though it lie. l.31. A, B +and C] And by the gods. l.32. A] if then. l.35. A _omits_ this line, +though the words 'Pha. You' are printed as turn-over words at the foot of +the page. + +p. 90, l.I. A] nothing. l.5. A] so much. ll. 7 and 8. A] but wert +the Church at the high Altar. l.9. A] injurie. l.10. A. _omits_] Sir. l.12. +A and B _omit_] Phi. l.16. A _omits_] But. l.17. A, B and C] but yet. +l. 19. A] before our hearts bee so, then if you please. l.21. A--E] +dreaming forme. l.23. A] your thoughts. l.28. A] and his boy, called +Bellario. l.31. A] thy owne. l.33. A _reads_ 'Boy' for 'Bell.' here and +throughout the play. l.34. A] And I am onely yet some thing. l.35. +A--H] were apt. l.37. A] crafty. + +p. 91, l.6. A] bear'st. l.7. A] claps. A _omits_] yet. l.8. A] but +when judgement comes no rule those passions. l.17. A _omits_] grown. l.30. +A] dos plead. l.32. A] knowst. l.33. A] dos call. l.34. B] dwellest. + +p. 92, l.5. A] your loves, your sighes. l.7. B--H] heaven. A] Exit +boy. l.8. C] Lord. l. II. A] I must see. l.12. A _omits_] Phi. l.18. +A] before in my life. l.20. A] I'le hound at her. Madame. F] Heer's on +boulted, I'le bound at her. l.21. In A the words 'Enter Gallatea' occur +after the word 'fault' in l.19. l.25. A] y'are. l.26. A _omits_] but. +1. 28. A] those two I onely barre. l.32. A] Couch. l.33. A] a play +and a banquet. ll.34 and 35. A] to make you blush, this is my owne hayre, +and this face. l.36. A--D and F] a peny painting. l.37. A and H] +wardrop. G] wardrope. l.38. A] the jealous silke-mans wife curse our +doing. + +p. 93, l.l.A] You much mistake me Lady. l.2. Folio _misprints_ _Pha_. For +_Gal_. After this line A _adds_] Pha. Y'are very dangerous bitter, like a +potion. _Gal_. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I meane to purge +a little time on you. l.8. A and B] Cardus. A] about five. l. II. A] +and Conger. A] they are dullers. l.12. A] the vitall anymales. l.13. A] +all this time. 11. 16 and 17. A] Shee's daintie, and must be courted with +a shewer of gold. l.19. A] What ha you. l.20. A] you'd have silver +fort. l.21. A] a worse time sir. l.23. A] gold safe for you. A _adds_] She +slips behind the Orras. II. 25 and 26. In place of these two lines A] _Gal_. +Shes comming sir behind, Will ye take white money yet for all this. _Exit_. +l.-27. A] If there be but two such in this Kingdome more. B--H] If there be +but two such more in this Kingdome. l.28. A] ene. l.31. A] would +breed. l.39. A] doe not call you Lady. + +p. 94, l.I.A--G] talke an houre. l.5. A] your lip. l.6. A] time +enough. l.8. A--D] and red enough. l.10. A) twend Cherries dyde +in blush. l. II. A] deepe beames. I.14. A] sweete looker on. A] these +blessings. l.15. A. _adds as a stage-direction_] They kisse. l.18. A +_omits_] off. l.19. A] it may be a number without Probatum. l.20. A] +by such neate Poetrie. l.26. A] but you. l.28. A] now you ha don't before +me. l.29. A] And yet. l.31-A] never. l.34. A] ye. l.36. A--H +and Folio] this is all. + +p. 95, +l. 5. A] my masculine imagination. +l. 7. B] mine honor. +l. 9. A] my other. +l. 10. A] Sir _Timen_ a schoolemaister. +l. 11. A] keepe. +B and C _add_] Madam. +l. 14. Folio] apoplex? +l. 15. A _omits_ 'And' and 'Sir.' +l. 17. A] tied toot. +l. 19. A _omits_] Look well about you, and you may find a tongue-bolt. +l. 21. A and B] whether. +l. 24. A _omits_ the second 'I dare not.' +l. 27. A] give worship to you thoughts. +l. 28. A] y'are. +l. 29. A] I shall visit you. +l. 30. A] most uncertaine. +l. 34. A] Exit ambo. +B] Exeunt. +l. 35. A] the Orras. +l. 38. A] Dowsabell. +A] for it. +l. 39. A _omits_] Gal. + +p. 96, +l. 1. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. These characters are in +A indicated by 'Prin.' and 'Wo.' throughout the scene. +l. 3. A _omits_] Madam. +l. 8. A--H and Folio] boy. +A] i'st not. +l. 11. In A this stage-direction occurs after l. 7. +l. 14. A--G] has done. +l. 19. A] they shall be. +l. 23. A, B and C] suspected. +l. 26. A] presents. +l. 31. A--H] was never. +l. 34. A] Enter Boy. He is called 'Boy' throughout the scene. +l. 35. A] your sad. +l. 38. A] Then trust in me. + +p. 97, +l. 6. A] a crosse schoole-maister. +l. 8. A] water. +l. 9. H and Folio _misprint_] dreath. +F, G and H] trouble. +l. 10. A _omits_] out. +l. 11. A] it selfe. +l. 12. A, B and C] doth. +l. 13. A] _Boy_. I know not Madame, what it is. +l. 18. A, B and C] respect to. +l. 19. A, B and C] with thinking. +l. 20. A, B and C] thinke away. +l. 21. A] with mingling starts, and crying. +l. 22. A _omits_] and hastily. +A] in streetes. +l. 24. A] any woman. +l. 28. A] drop beades. +ll. 30 and 31. A] taught to your Lords credit. +l. 35. A] thus away. +l. 36. A] Enter the three Gentlewomen, Megra, Gallatea, and another Lady. +B--H _omit_] and. +l. 37. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. +l. 38. A--G] talke an hour. + +p. 98, +l. 4. A] theyre. +B] theile scarce find. +l. 5. A and B] your owne lodging. +l. 6. A] Enter Pharamont, the Princesse boy, and a woman. +l. 9. A] pleasing. +l. 11. A] I shall choose. +l. 12. A _omits_ this stage-direction. +1. 13. Here and throughout the scene 'Are.' is 'Prin.' in A. +A _omits_] my Lord. +A and B] these Ladyes. +l. 15. A gives this speech to Galatea. +l. 17. A _omits_] you. +l. 18. A _omits_] has. +A] Hilus. +l. 20. A] Why this is that. +l. 27. A] to hide it. +l. 32. A] you have. +G] y'are. +l. 34. A _omits_] Come. +l. 35. A _omits_] Ex. Gal. and Meg. +B--H _omit_] and. + +p. 99 +l. 3. A as stage-direction after the word 'late' on p. 98, l. 37 _reads_] +Enter the King, the Princesse, and a guard. +l. 4. C _omits_] your. +l. 11. A. _omits_] have. +l. 12. A. _omits_] Ex. Are. and Bel. +B--H omit] and. +l. 19. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and _adds_] Exit Leon. +l. 28. A] from the earth. +l. 33. A] undeserving child. +A _omits_] of mine. +l. 34. A] if she has not broke your lawes, but how could I. +l. 36. A] in wrong. + +p. 100, +l. 9. A] get from them. +A _omits_] I think. +A] shee's. +l. 11. F] not time. +l. 14. A _omits_] louder yet. +l. 15. A] your pleasure ... your hearing. +l. 16. A] meditation. +Folio] meditations? +ll. 17 and 18. A] and lowder, not yet, I do not thinke he sleepes, having +such larumes by him, +once more, Pharamont. _They knock_. +ll. 17 and 18. B] his Larum. +l. 19. A] Enter Pharamont above. +l. 23. A] Prince, Prince. +l. 26. A] The same, sir. Come downe sir. +l. 29. A _omits_] Pha. below. +l. 31. A] I have certain private reasons to my selfe sir. +ll. 31 and 32. A as a marginal direction] They prease to come in. +l. 33. A _omits_] Gentlemen. +l. 35. A] I must come, and will come enter. +D--H and Folio print 'Enter' after a space at the end of preceding line. +l. 36. A] dishonoured thus. +l. 39. A] runagates. +p. 101, l. 3. A _omits_] so. l. 4. A omits] I'le. l. 5. A _omits_] known. +1. 6. A] I so no. A _omits_] Meg. Above. l. 8. A _omits_] and ready. l. 9. +A] tis a poore. l. 15. A] whoting. l. 18. A] still in store. l. 22. A--E +and G] wring. l. 24. A] chide you dearly. l. 25. A _omits_] worthy. +l. 26. A] his lodging. l. 28. A] Stage. l. 31. A, B and C] Pray God. +Il. 31 and 32. A has marginal stage-direction] they come downe to the King. +l. 33. A _omits_ this stage-direction. l. 37. A] Apothecaries. + +p. 102, l. 2. A] all sinne and hell. l. 5. A _omits_] and. l. 7. A] reball +rymes. l. 9. B, C and D] ye. l. 13. A--G] those gods. l. 15. A] that +shall make. l. 17. A] Upon wals. A] or any thing. l. 19. A] her fayre +leaps And out-lying, and will discover all, and will dishonour her. l. 22. +A omits} and. l.31. A] sinke alone. l.32. A] in print. ll. 33 and 34. A] +they're. l. 37. A _omits_] nay. + +p. 103, l. 1. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 3. A] quarters. +ll. 5 and 6. A] Do so, and i'le forget your----. l. 6. A] and the Guard. +B--H _omit_] and. l. 7. A _omits_] Why. A and B] fit for Hercules. l. 8. A] +worthy. C] woman. A] aside. l. 10. A--H] has. l. 11. A--H] uttered. +B and C] metled. l. 12. A] will not cure him. l. 13. A, B and C] +infections. l. 14. A] chast, brave. l. 16. A] leave yee. l. 18. A] Exit +three Gentlemen. l. 20. A] Enter three Gentlemen. B--H _omit_] and. +1.21. A] And doubtlesse. l.25. A] for all us. A _omits_] should. l.33. +strange thing. + +p. 104, l. 3. A _omits_ this line. l. 5. A omits] bent. l. 6. A _omits_] +that's. l. 8. A] draweth. l. 10. A] and we can now comfort. l. 11. +A omits] it. l. 12. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 13. A gives this +speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 15. A] on his beleefe. l. 17. A] Lords +to his owne good. l. 19. A _omits_] nay. l. 23. A gives this speech to +Cleremont. +ll. 27 and 28. A] frame on men disgrace for vertue. l. 30. A +_omits_] good. l.33-A] dull. l.35-A _omits_] or. A] knowes. B] knowne. +l. 38. A] deserved more. + +p. 105, l. 2. A and B] to thankes. l. 3. A] sufficient. l. 5. A _omits_] +Sir. l.6. A _omits_] will not. l.8. A] long have. l. 11. A gives this +speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l. 14. B by mistake gives this speech to +Di. l. 16. A] He offers to draw his sword, and is held. l. 18. A] then +to rob. l. 22. A] faithfull to increase. l. 24. A] cut out falsehood where +it growes. l. 25. A] that man. l. 32. A] injuries. l. 38. A] your +pardon. l. 39. A] makes. + +p. 106, l. 1. A] backs. l. 5. A] tis then truth that women all are false. +B and C] Tis then truth that woman-kind is false. D] thee truth. D--G] +woman-kind. l. 6. A] tis. l. 9. A, B and C] by heaven. ll. 10 and 11. +A _omits_] for love of truth speak; Is't possible? l. 10. B and C] for God's +love speake. l. 12. A _omits_ this line. l.13. A gives this line to 'Tra.', +i.e., Thrasiline. l. 14. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 20. A] a +little milder. l. 22. A] desires. l. 23. A] and know the sinne she acts. +B and C] know. l. 26. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 30. A] +women. l. 34. A and B] mine eyes. l. 35. A] daggers in thy breast. +B] tane. l. 36. A] stuacke dumb. C] did. l. 37. A] this fault might. +Il. 38 and 39. In A the speakers are transposed. + +p. 107, l. 1. A omits] several. l. 2. A] and spreads them selfe. l. 3. +A] Meetes not a fayre on. What, etc. l. 4. A] thorow. l. 5. A gives +this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l.6. A--D] fall. A, B and C] +distracted. l. 10. A] do't. l. 12. A] lodgings. A _omits_] forth. ll. 14 and +15. A] Omnes. All the gods direct you the readiest way. B, C and D] Di. +All the gods direct you The readiest way. A _adds_] Exit three Gent. ll. +16--18. A _omits_ these lines. l. 18. B--H _omit_] and. l. 19. A] aske um +where he tooke her. l. 22. A] would but flame. l. 24. A] the deede. A] +it is. l. 30. A] take them. l. 33. F] spring. l. 36. A prints after the +words 'miserable man'] Enter boy. l. 39. A] not blush. + +p. 108, l. 4. In A throughout the scene Bellario is indicated by 'Boy.' +l. 6. A adds stage-direction] He gives him a letter. l. 10. A _omits_] my. +1. 12. A] But far unfit for me that doe attend. l. 13. A] my boy. l. 15. +A] with this paper. l. 16. A] twines of Adamant. l. 19. A] How dos. +l. 20. A _omits_ this line. l. 26. A] meet. l. 28. A] Why, tis. l. 31. A] +with al her maiden store. l. 33. A] service. l. 34. A] rewarded. l. 36. +A] speakes. l. 38. A] not well. B--G] not ill. + +p. l09, l. 1. A] fall out from your tongue, so unevenly. l. 2. A] +quicknesse. l. 12. A, B and C] Never my Lord, by heaven. l. 13. A, B +and C] That's strange, I know, etc. l. 16. A] I bid her do 't. l. 18. +A] delight. l. 19. A] as to her Lord. l. 21. A] paradise. B] parrallesse. +C and D] parallesse. l. 25. A] Yes, now I see why my discurled thoughts. +1. 27. A] augeries. l. 29. A] where you tend. l. 31. A] noble friend. +1. 35. A] with sparrowes eyes. l. 39. A] and of goates. l. 40. A] that +weighed from. + +p. 110, l. 2. A] come. l. 4. A] main deceit. l. 8. A--H] As I do +now thy face. l. 14. A] wrack it. l. 17. A] hate me. l. 19. A _omits_} +Greater. A] to me. l. 21. Folio] dist. l. 22. A] upon me. A _adds_ +stage-direction] He drawes his sword. l. 23. A, B and C] By heaven I +never did. l. 27. A--G] kiss those limbs. l. 29. A--D] Fear'st. l. 32. +A] could be. l. 34. A _omits_] but. B] doest. l. 39. A] giving ore againe, +That must be lost. + +p. 111 l. i. A, B and C] those. l. 2. A] and then thou wilt. l. 7. +B by mistake _omits_] _Phi_. l. 12. B--E] doest. B] utterst. H] uttrest. +1. 13. Folio _misprints_] known. l. 17. A] Thy honest lookes. l. 18. B] +doest. l. 19. A] thy blood. l. 23. A] tenderest. l. 27. A] honord +frame. l. 28. A] haplesse. l.31. A] sorrowes. l. 33. Folio has full-stop +at end of line. l. 34. A _omits_] Exit Bel. l. 36. A] what ere. A, B +and C] deservest. F] deserv'd. l. 37. A and B] bathe. A--G] this body. +1. 38. A] mad'st no medicine to. + +p. 112, l. 1. A] Enter Princesse. l. 2. For 'Are.' A prints throughout +scene] Prin. A _omits_] again. l. 4. A] slept, make talke. l. 5. A] +remember. 1. 6. A] was last spoken, And how spoke when I sight +song. l. 9. A] What, in your. B--E and G] What, at your. F] What of +your. l. 17. A] ugly Sir. l. 28. A and B] Put him away I say. l. 32. A +_omits_] Sir. 1. 33. A] a command. l. 35. A] that shame to you, ye +are one. l. 36. A _omits_] unto. l. 37. A] by the gods. + +p. 113, l. i. B] I have. A _omits_] my Lord. l. 7. A] maid. l. 8. A, +B and C] honour faire. l. 10. A] truth. l. 14. A] Oh how they mind to. +1. 15. A] foule sicke. A] stricke the mountaines. l. 16. A] be sleeping. +1. 25. E--H _misprint_] He right. A--G] honour. l. 35. A] Oh my +misfortune. B, a space being left between the 'i' and the 'f'] My mi +fortune. C] Oh my my fortune. l. 36. F] Let me go. + +p. 114, l. 1. H] your letters. l. 2. A] make. l. 3. A] Who shall now +sing. l. 5. A] and make them warme. l. 7. A, B and C] eye-lids. +l. 8. A] Make me. D, E, G and H] Philast. l. 12. A] get you. l. 14. +Folio _misprints_] Bell. l. 16. A] All service in servants. l. 17. A] and +all desires to doe well, for thy sake. l. 21. A] unto. l. 29. A by mistake +_omits_] Phi. A] O ye gods, ye gods. l. 30. A] a wealthy patience. l. 31. +A] above the shocke. l. 32. A] mischiefe. l. 33. Folio _misprints_] live. +1. 34. A] as deepe as. l. 36. A] And flowing it by. l. 38. A] heare. +1. 39. A _omits_] must. + +p. 115, l. 8. A] poyson. l. 10. A] and there dig. A] beasts and birds. +1. 11. A] women are. A _omits_} and help to save them from you. l. 16. A +_omits_] so. A] men. l. 17. A] reade. l. 21. A] frost. l. 28. A] you +gods. F _omits_] ye. l. 30. A _omits_} as pure Crystal. C] a pure +Christall. 1. 32. A] shall women turne their eies. l. 33. A after +'constancy'] Enter boy. l. 34. A] And vile. B] And guiltily. l. 35. A] +spokst. H] speak'st. 1. 37. A] And to betray innocence. l. 38. A] Maist. + +p. 116, l. 3. A] undertooke. l. 5. A] Lest we should. l. 7. A] +angry with me. l. 11. A] has. B--H] hath. l. 17. A] some greater +fault. l. 18. A] suffering. l. 21. A] Exit Boy. l. 22. A] thou hast. +1. 23. A] But if I had another time to lose. l. 25. A] Might take. l. 30. +A _omits_] a Lady. l. 35. A] Exit Princesse. + +p. 117, ll. 2 and 3. A] Enter the King, Pharamont, Princesse, Megra, +Gallatea, Leon, Cle., Tra. and two Wood-men. l. 7. A] you are. l. 8. +A] trespasses. l. 9. A, B and C] here's none. A] dares. l. 12. A] lake. +1. 17. A] pernitious. A _omits_'] loose. l. 18. A, B and C] pursue. A] any +Lady. l. 22. A--H] obeyed. l. 23. A and B] furder. l. 24. A gives +this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and the following speech to +'Tra.' l. 31. A--G] yon Lady. l. 32. A and B] neighbours. l. 33. A] can +you see. 1. 34. A gives this speech to Cleremont, B and C to 'Tra.' A, B +and C] Faith no great. l. 37. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', and the +following speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 38. A] regient. A] damn'd. + +p. 118, l. 1. A] the flesh and the world. l. 3. A] done against. l. 4. +A] dares. l. 8. A _omits_] her. l. 9. A--D] health. l. 10. A] except. +l. 11. A and B] large summe. 11. 14 and 15. A] Exit King and Lords, +Manet Wood-men. l. 16. A] the Deere below. l. 23. A] strange. l. 28. +A] docets. B, C and D] Dowcets. A] his steward. A--E _omit_] had. l. 30. +A] he and old Sir Tristram. A] ye. l. 31. A] a Stagge. l. 37. A, B +and C] by the gods. A _omits_'] she's. A] a fault or no. + +p. 119 l.2. A--G] haunches. l.5. B--G] have been. l. 8. A] harke +else. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 9. A] Enter Philaster solus. l. 10. A] the +woods. l. 11. A] acrons. B--H] akrons. l. 13. A] of cruell love. +ll. 17 and 18. A] chaste as the rocke whereon she dwelt. l. 20. A] borne +out her. l. 22. A] Enter Boy. l. 24. A--H _omit_] man. l. 25. A] I +see. 11. 27 and 28. A] that brake. I-33-A] fortunes. l. 38. A _omits_ +this and the five succeeding lines. + +p. 120, l. l. B, C and D] wearest. l. 6. A, B and C] by the gods. +1. 8. A] thou art. l. 11. A, B and C] Even so thou wepst, and lookst, and +spokst. A] when I first tooke thee. l. 12. A. _omits_] up. l. 17. A +_adds_] Exit Phylaster. l. 20. A] Exit Boy. B--H _omit_ and, l. 21. A] +Enter Leon, Cle. and Wood-men. l. 22. A--G] chance. l. 23. A] Cle. +My Lord Leon. C and D] My Lord Don. l. 25. A] starre-dyed with stars. +B--G] studded with. l. 26. A] I Wood. l. 28. A _omits_]Exeunt Wood. +1. 29. A _omits_] Enter Cleremont. l. 30. B] you questions. C] yon. +l. 36. B--G] ran. l. 37. A and B] twas. + +p. 121, l. 3. A] Enter the King, Tra. and other Lords. l. 5. A gives +this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 6. A and B] Howe's that. l. 7. A +gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 18. A] why then. ll. 20 and +21. A] heare me then, thou traytor. l. 21. A] darst. B--H] dar'st. +ll. 21 and 22. A] possible and honest, things. l. 24. A, B and C] Faith +I cannot. A] you'le. l. 25. A] you have let me. l. 27. A--G] her +here before me. l. 32. A] a King. l. 33. A gives this speech to +Cleremont. A] no more smell. l. 35. A _omits_ Is it so _and reads_ Take +you heed. l. 36. A _omits_] Sir. + +p. 122, l. 1. A] still we. l. 3. A] power we thinke we have. l. 5. +A] here I stand. l. 6. A] these be punisht. l. 9. A] covenant. l. 10. +A _omits_] and. l. 14. A] into the Wood with her. l. 19. A] O y'are all. +A and B] hurts. l. 22. A] by this sword. l. 26. A, B and C] Yes, you +may. A] to leave. A--G] Lady bedfellow. ll. 26 and 27. A] bedfellow +here for a spincer. l. 31. Folio] may. l. 32. A] I, some would. ll. 33 +and 34. A gives these two speeches to the King and Pharamont +respectively. l. 37 A gives this speech to Galatea. A] the search my +selfe. l. 38. A] Enter the Princesse solus. l. 39. A] finde out the way. + +p. 123, l. 3. A] or mountaines. A--C] through. l. 4. A _adds_ +stage-direction] She sits downe. l. 5. A] Enter Boy. l. 6. A] Yonder +my Lady is. A] gods knowes. B and C] god knowes. l.9. A] grounds. +l.12. A _omits_] more. A] twines. l. 13. F, G] [oh. H] he +stirres. l. 14. A] i'st. 1. 18. A _omits_] I am well. l. 24. A--H] you +gods. l. 25. A] Who's hee. l. 26. A] ease it with his tongue. l. 27. A, +B and C] helpe, helpe. l. 29. A] lightnings. l. 31. A, B and C] trust +the tongues. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] of hell-bred +women [B woman]. Some good god looke downe. l. 33. A _omits_] ages +in the. l. 35. A--G] put hills of fire. A] my breast. + +p. 124, l. 2. D--G] makes. l.3. B] through. l.5. A]to inrage. l.8. +D, E and G] looks up. l. 9. A _omits_] it. B] know't. l. 10. A _omits_] do +but. l. 16. A] thy way. l. 18. A] you have. l. 19. A] in more. l. 20. +A gives this speech to 'Prin.', i.e., Arethusa. A] madmens. l. 23. A +gives this speech to 'Boy', and the following speech +to 'Prin.' l. 24. A, B and C] the world. l. 25. Folio _misprints_] +_Pha_. l. 28. A adds stage-direction] Exit Boy. B] Exit Bell. l. 29. A] +meetings. l. 32. B--H] fortune. l. 33. A] peace with earth. l. 34. A +and B] there will. l. 35. A--E] jealousie. A] no il here. l. 37. A] Shew +me the way to joy. + +p. 125, l. 2. A] to 't. l. 4. A] Countrey Gallant. l. 5. A] I will. +1. 6. A] this two houres. C, D and E] these two houre. l. 8. B] then +then. E, G and H] out rid. l. 9. A] strong braines. l. 10. A] The +whooping would put a man. l. 12. A _adds_] Phy. wounds +her. l. 13. A--heaven. l. 14. A] Nay, they. l. 16. A] thoud'st. C--H] +wouldest. A, B and C _omit_] of. l. 17. B and C] veines. A] with a +man. l. 21. A] God judge me. B and C] God uds me. l. 25. A] +Rethrack. l. 26. A prints 'They fight' at the end of the following +line. l. 28. A] Gods guard. B and C] Heaven. l. 31. A] would this +bore. l. 33. A] though I doe lose it. l. 34. A prints 'Exit Phy.' after +the word 'Rogue' in the following line. l. 36. A _omits_] and. + +p. 126, l. 3. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 6. A and B] +By God she lies. A] i' the breast. l. 7. A] Oh secret spring. l.12. A] +Omnes. l. l. 14. A] But who has done it. l. 16. A gives this speech to +'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 19. A] I let. l. 20. A] about 's eares. l. 23. A] +By this ayre. A--E] never. A _omits_] of him. l. 24. B and C] all to you +in my hat. l. 28. A] sinne. l. 29. F] I will. I will. l. 31. A, B +and C] Woodman. l. 32. A] unto the King. l. 34. A prints simply] +Exit. l. 36. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 37. A, B and C] of +this. A] I'le see. B--H] goe to see. l. 38. A] Enter the Boy. l. 39. A] +O heavens! heavy death sits on my brow. + +p. 127, l. 2. A] sweete on all. l. 5. A] my eyes. l. 6. A _omits_\ Oh. +1. 17. A prints stage-direction after the word 'broken' in l. 19. l. 21. A] +but my blood. l. 24. A] upon his sleeping body, he has none. l. 25. A] +He wounds him. l. 27. A] it wisht. A] for pittie. l. 28. A prints after +the first 'here' in following line] Phy. falls downe. l. 36. A] Hide, hide. +1. 39. B--G] were it. + +p. 128, l. 1. A _omits_] little. l. 2. A] has not. l. 4. A] Art thou then +true to me. l. 5. A _omits_] good. l. 6. A] these. l. 7. A] your breeth +in't, Shromd. l. n. A _omits_ one 'follow.' l. 14. A _omits_] That. A +_adds_] Boy falls downe. l.15. B--H _omit_] and. l. 16. A] I tract. l.17. A +gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and the next to Cleremont. l. 22. +A gives this speech to Thrasiline. l. 23. A] it is. l. 25. F] the creation. +1. 26. A and B] to strike. l. 31. A, B and C] did make. l. 34. A] +tortour. l. 36. A] My. l. 37. A gives this speech to Cleremont. + +p. 129, l. 1. A, B and C] carelesse. l. 4. A] them. l. 6. A] Sines. +1. 14. A] vigour. A prints the stage-direction at the end of the +following line. 1. 16. A] innocents. l. 17. A] know you the price of what. +l. 19. A] My Lord Phylaster. A _omits_] Tis. l. 23. H] as hurt. l. 24. A] +on a Pyramades. l. 26. A] as you. l. 27. A] teach the under-world. l. 32. +A] this untimely courtesie. l. 33. C--H] he is. A] you beare me hence. +1. 35. A] to punish. l. 38. A, B and C] by all the gods. + +p. 130. A gives the first five speeches to Dion, Thrasiline, Bellario, Dion +and Bellario respectively. l. 2. C] Is it. l. 3. A] Well, I feare me sir, +we. B--H] fear me, we. A _omits_] all. l. 9. A] gentlie. B--G] gently. +l. 10. A and B] breath forth my. l. 11. A] Not all the wealth of Pluto. +l. 17. A] a cleere. l. 18. A, B and C] bitter. l. 19. A] haires. l. 20. +A] bathe them. l. 21. A] Enter the King, Princesse, and a guard. l. 23. +A gives this speech to Dion. A] but sute it was Phylaster. l. 24. A gives +this speech to the King, and the following one to Pharamond. l. 25. A--D] +will tell us that. l. 26. A] Ay me, I know him well. l. 28. A] Sir, if +it were he. l. 32. beare them. l. 35. A _omits_] go. l. 36. A] loves. +1. 37. A _omits_] and. l. 38. A--G] deaths. l. 39. A] your law. + +p. 131 I. 3. A] We shall. A] on with our intended match. A _adds_] Exit +King and Pharamont. l. 4. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion, and +the following one to Cleremont. l. 7. A _omits_] Omnes. B--H _add_] Finis +Actus quarti. l. 10. This speech and the seven succeeding ones are given +by A to 'Leon' (Dion), Cleremont, Thrasiline, 'Leon', Thrasiline, Cleremont, +'Leon' and Thrasiline respectively. l. 19. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 20. A] +shufle. A _omits_] Exeunt. l. 21. A] Enter Phylaster, Princesse, Boy, in +prison. B--H omit] and. l. 22. A, B and C] Nay faith Philaster. l.23. B] +forbeare, were wondrous well. l.24. A] and Bellario. l. 25. A] shut. A +_omits_] as now from Earth. l. 27. A] the truest ones. l. 29. A] forgive +me, and. p. 132, l. 2. A--G] Should I outlive you. A] I should out live. +B--H] I should then outlive. l. 3. A] come. l. 4. A--H] shall close. l. 6. +A] waste by time. B] waste by limbs. l. 7. A--G] that ever. A] ever liv'd. +1. 10. A] houre behind it. l. 15. A] Kingdome. l. 17. A] Every just +maiden. l. 19. A] My deerest, say not so. l. 21. A] woman. l.26. A] +Why? what. l. 28. A] life no whit compared. l. 32. B] your pardon. +1. 36. A gives this speech to 'Prin.', i.e., Arethusa. + +p. 133, l. 1. A] Enter the King, Leon, Cle., Tra. and a guard. B--H +_omit_] and. l. 3. A gives this speech to 'Leon', i.e., Dion. l. 4. A] +Plotforme. 1. 8. A gives this speech to Cleremont. l. 9. A _adds_] Exit +Tra. 1. 12. A] to lose it. A--E] lightly. A after the word 'lightly' adds +stage-direction] aside. l. 14. A] stocke. l. 17. A] weightier. l. 18. A] +the heate. l. 20. A] and leaves them desolate. l. 24. A] Enter Phi., +Princesse, Boy, with a garland of flowers on's head. B--H _omit_ the first +'and.' l. 16. A] shal. l.27. A] Epethelamon. A _omits_] of these lovers. +l. 18. F] But have lost. l. 30. A _omits_] on. l. 31. A] Caedor. l. 32. A] +mountaines. 1.35. A] free from the firver of the Serian starre. B--G] +Sirian. l.37-A, B and C] deliver. A] that issues. + +p. 134, l. 1. A--D] pleased. l. 2. A] base, under branches, to devour. +1. 4. A] did choake. B--D] choake. l. 5. A] brakes, rud, thornes. A--G] +the Sun. l. 6. A _omits_] even. A] roote. A] um there. l. 7. F _omits_] a. +B and C] gentler. A] has. l. 9. A] never to be unarmde. l. 10. A, B +and C] number. A _omits_] holy. A] ore. l. 11. A] has. F _omits_] noble. +1. 12. A] worthy king. l. 15. A, B and C] For now there. l. 17. A] +bitter threats. l. 19. A--E] struggled. l. 22. A] where you. l. 28. A] +Metour. l. 32. A] of venge-in. l. 33. A] chaft amongst. B--E] +Chast. B--G] among. l. 35. A] looke from me. l. 37. A] that I have +left. l. 38. F] There is. A _omits_] that. l. 40. A] For death to me can be +life. + +p. 135 l. 1. A] as long as. l. 4. A] ore by. l. 8. A _omits_] dear. +1. 9. A] you are. A after this line _adds_] That feedes upon the blood you +gave a life to. l. 14. A] a shame. l. 15. F] Pelican. l. 17. A _omits_] +with purest. l. 32. A, B and C] that by the gods it is a joy. l. 37. A +_omits_] you. + +p. 136, l. 1. A _omits_] Fearing. A] For the Lord Phylaster. l. 2. A] +fellowes. l. 6. A _omits_ this line. l. 7. A] 2 Mes. B and C] Arme, arme, +arme, arme. l. 8. A] take these Citizens. l. 9. A] them. l. 12. A +_omits_] Exit with Are., Phi., Bell. l. 16. A] Exit King, Manet Leon, Cle. +and Tra. l. 18. A] by al the gods. l. 25. A] you lackes. B] ye lacks. +1. 26. A] Skin. A] see you. B] have ye. l. 28. A] brave new. l. 29. +A] My kinde Countrimen. l. 33. A] sawce. l. 34. A] flush amongst +um, and ill speeding. 11. 34 and 35. A] have injurious raine. A _omits_] +unbound. 11. 35 and 36. A] in rafine freeze. A] moth. l. 38. A] preases. + +p. 137, l. r. F] neck. l. 3. A] And know. l. 4. A] gotish. B and C] +goatish. l. 10. A] wide. A] your valours. l. 11. A] we must. A] for't. +A _omits_] 'em. l. 12. A] and you will. B--E] and they. l. 15. A] speake +him well. l. 16. A] courtesies. l. 17. A _omits_] Exit Cle. l. 18. A] +Citizens. l. 20. A _omits_] and soil you. ll. 21 and 22. A] Every long +vocation; and foule shall come up fat And in brave liking. l. 21. B] ever +long. l. 23. A] that poore. l. 24. A _omits_] and. l. 25. A _omits_] Sir. +1. 26. A--G] quench. l. 28. A] Enter Phylaster. l. 33. A] to 't. l. 34. +A] Let me your goodnesse know. l. 36. A, B and C] All my wishes. l. 37. +A] speakes all this. + +p. 138, l. 4. A _omits_} poor. l. 7. A] free her. l. 9. A] noble word. +1. 10. A] you peace. l. 12. A] Now all the. A _omits_] Exeunt Omnes. +1. 13. A] Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens leading +Pharamont prisoner. l.15. B and C] your nimble. B--G] mother. l. 21. B +and C] Kings. l. 22. E and G] you paintings. l. 25. B] beloved. B and C] +Custards. l. 29. B--D] Collers. + +p. 139, l. 1. B] solder'd. l. 6. B] me see. l. 7. For 'lie' G prints +'ie' with a space at the beginning where the 'I' should be. H and +the Folio _misprint_] here I it. l. 8. B] washing. B] do you see sweete +Prince. C] do you sweet Prince. D, E, G and H] sweat. F] swet. l. 12. B--H +and Folio J foe. l. 26. B--G] Nay my beyond, etc. l. 28. B--H] scarcenet. +1. 33. B and C] i Cit. l. 36. B--H] kills. + +p. 140, l. 4. D, E and G] God Captaine. l. 7. B and C] of your 2-hand +sword. l. 9. B--E, G and H] 2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. l. n. B--E, G and H] +2 Ci. F] 2 Cit. B and C] had had. l. 12. C--G] skin bones. l. 35. B, +C and D] stucke. E] stuck. l. 38. B--H] I do desire to be. + +p. 141, l. 2. F] thy name. l. 7. B--H] of all dangers. B--H] altogether. +1. 12. B and C] all these. l. 20. B--G] And make. B and F] +He strives. l. 23. H] your friends. l. 34. B and C] Go thy wayes, thou +art. + +p. 142, l. 2. B and C] attendance. l. 24. Folio _misprints_] is it. l. 33. +B] and hath found. l. 35. F] knew. + +p. 143,1. 4. B--G with variations in spelling] To bear. B] her boy. l. 7. +B--G] sometime. l. 9. D] wine. l. 17. B] As base as are. C _omits_] be. +1. 18. Folio _misprints_] hour. B] heated. l. 36. B--H] that boy. l. 38. +B and C] word. l. 39. F--H] life and rig. + +p. 144, l. 6. B--G] were hateful. l. 11. B and C] oh stay. l. 12. F] +Sir. l. 13. B] tire your constancy. + +p. 145, l. 9. F _omits_] it. l. 22. B and C _omit_] l. l. 27. B--G] All's. +1. 29. B--D make this line the conclusion of Philaster's speech, and +consequently apply the marginal stage-direction to him. + +p. 146, l. 22. B--E] oft would. + +p. 147, l. 1. B--G] but have. l. 17. F _omits_] thou wilt. l. 31. +B--H] vertue. l. 35. F] set us free. + +p. 148, l. 9. F] your self. l. 10. B--E] And like to see. l. 14. After + +this line B--F, H add] + +Finis. + +From p. 138, l. 13, to end of Play, A reads] + + _Enter an olde Captaine, with a crew of Citizens_, _leading_ PHARAMONT + _prisoner_. + +CAP. Come my brave Mermedons, fal on, let your caps swarm, & your + nimble tongues forget your gibrish, of what you lack, and + set your mouthes ope' children, till your pallats fall + frighted halfe a fathom past the cure of bay-salt & grosse + pepper; and then crie _Phylaster_, brave _Phylaster_. Let + _Phylaster_ be deep in request, my ding-a-dings, my paire + of deare Indentures: King of clubs, the your cut-water- + chamlets, and your painting: let not your hasty silkes, + deerly belovers of Custards & Cheescakes, or your branch + cloth of bodkins, or your tyffenies, your robbin-hood + scarlet and Johns, tie your affections in durance to + your shops, my dainty duckers, up with your three pil'd + spirit's, that rightvalourous, and let your accute colours + make the King to feele the measure of your mightinesse; + Phylaster, cry, myrose nobles, cry. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylasier_. + +CAP. How doe you like this, my Lord prisoner? + These are mad boyes I can tell you, + These bee things that will not strike top-sayle to a Foyst, + And let a Man of warre, an Argosea, + Stoope to carry coales. + +PHAR. Why, you damn'd slaves, doe you know who I am? + +CAP. Yes, my pretie Prince of puppits, we do know, and give you + gentle warning, you talke no more such bugs words, lest + that sodden Crowne should be scracht with a musket; deare + Prince pippin, I'le have you codled, let him loose my + spirits, and make a ring with your bils my hearts: Now let + mee see what this brave man dares doe: note sir, have at + you with this washing blow, here I lie, doe you huffe + sweete Prince? I could hock your grace, and hang you + crosse leg'd, like a Hare at a Poulters stall; and do thus. + +PHAR. Gentlemen, honest Gentlemen-- + +SOUL. A speakes treason Captaine, shal's knock him downe? + +CAP. Hold, I say. + +2 SOUL. Good Captaine let me have one mal at's mazard, I feele my + stomacke strangely provoked to bee at his Spanish + pot-nowle, shal's kill him? + +OMNES. I, kill him, kill him. + +CAP. Againe I say hold. + +3 SOUL. O how ranke he lookes, sweete Captaine let's geld him, and + send his dowsets for a dish to the Burdello. + +4 SOUL. No, let's rather sell them to some woman Chymist, that + extractions, shee might draw an excellent provocative oyle + from useth them, that might be very usefull. + +CAP. You see, my scurvy Don, how precious you are in esteem + amongst us, had you not beene better kept at home, I thinke + you had: must you needes come amongst us, to have your + saffron hide taw'd as wee intend it: My Don, _Phylaster_ + must suffer death to satisfie your melancholly spleene, he + must my Don, he must; but we your Physitians, hold it fit + that you bleede for it: Come my robusticks, my brave + regiment of rattle makers, let's cal a common cornuted + counsell, and like grave Senators, beare up our brancht + crests, in sitting upon the severall tortures we shall put + him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wils + in execution. + +SOME CRIES. Burne him, burne him. + +OTHERS. Hang him, hang him. + + [Enter PHYLASTER. + +CAP. No, rather let's carbinade his cods-head, and cut him to collops: + shall I begin? + +PHI. Stay your furies my loving Countrimen. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_ is come, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_. + +CAP. My porcupines of spite, make roome I say, that I may salute + my brave Prince: and is Prince _Phylaster_ at liberty? +PHI. I am, most loving countrimen. + +CAP. Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kisse, to + whom I crouch and bow; But see my royall sparke, + this head-strong swarme that follow me humming + like a master Bee, have I led forth their Hives, and + being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seazed + him shall suffer for thy wrongs. + +OMNES. I, I, let's kill him, kill him. + +PHI. But heare me, Countrimen. + +CAP. Heare the Prince, I say, heare _Phylaster_. + +OMNES. I, I, heare the Prince, heare the Prince. + +PHI. My comming is to give you thanks, my deere + Countrimen, whose powerfull sway hath curb'd + the prossecuting fury of my foes. + +OMNES. We will curb um, we will curb um. + +PHI. I finde you will, + But if my intrest in your loves be such, + As the world takes notice of, Let me crave + You would deliver _Pharamont_ to my hand, + And from me accept this + + [_Gives um his purse_. + + Testimonie of my love. + Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes, + Which shall redowne with showred courtesies. + +CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty + thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy + perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts + amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we + are those will follow thee, and in thy service will + scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most + noble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's + retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble + _Phylaster_. + +OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_. + + [ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens. + +PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life, + For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd. + +PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King, + Who was carefull to preserve ye. + [_Exit_. + + [_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON. + +TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest. + +LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen. + +CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this. + +LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong + um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad? + +TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your + love to _Phylaster_, sir. + +LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere + serve me to looke on them? + +CLE. O very well Sir. + +LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang + my selfe in revenge. + +CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are. + +LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King + is comming, + + [ _Cornets sounds_. + + _Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a + Gentlewoman, and other attendants_. + +K. No newes of his returne, + Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd? + I feare their outrage, lest it should extend + With dangering of _Pharamonts_ life. + + Enter _PHILASTER_ with _PHARAMONT_. + +LEON. See Sir, _Phylaster_ is return'd. + +PHI. Royall Sir, + Receive into your bosome your desired peace, + Those discontented mutineares be appeasde, + And this fortaigne Prince in safety. + +K. How happie am I in thee _Phylaster_? + Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love, + I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome. + I here surrender up all Soveraignetie, + Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride, + + [_Delivers his Crowne to him_. + + Ashume my Son to take what is thy due. + +PHA. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to + me. + +KIN. But heaven hath made asignement unto him, + And brought your contract to anullity: + Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire, + Had not your hell-bred lust dride up the spring, + From whence flow'd forth those favours that you found: + I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, + Your selfe hath crost your selfe. + +LEON. They are married sir. + +PHAR. How married? I hope your highnesse will not use me so, + I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone. + +KING. I cannot helpe it sir. + +LEON. To returne alone, you neede not sir, + Here is one will beare you company. + You know this Ladies proofe, if you + Fail'd not in the say-taging. + +ME. I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt, + Or is there said or done, ought I repent, + But can retort even to your grinning teeths, + Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps + May not be tract, yet may they tread awry, + That boy there-- + +BEL. If to me ye speake Lady, + I must tell you, you have lost your selfe + In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot + Both modesty and truth, with what impudence + You have throwne most damnable aspertions + On that noble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world; + Behold me sir. + [_Kneeles to_ LEON, _and discovers her haire_. + +LEON. I should know this face; my daughter. + +BEL. The same sir. + +PRIN. How, our sometime Page, _Bellario_, turn'd woman? + +BEL. Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe, + Proceeded from a respective modest + Affection I bare to my my Lord, + The Prince _Phylaster_, to do him service, + As farre from any lacivious thought, + As that Lady is farre from goodnesse, + And if my true intents may be beleeved, + And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde, + You have the truth. + +PRIN. I doe beleeve thee, _Bellario_ I shall call thee still. + +PHI. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance. + +LEON. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now; + Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would steale + Into your face, if ye had grace to entertaine it, + Do ye slinke away? + + [ _Exit_ MEGRA _hiding her face_, + +KING. Give present order she be banisht the Court, + And straightly confinde till our further + Pleasure is knowne. + +PHAR. Heres such an age of transformation, that I doe not + know how to trust my selfe, I'le get me gone to: Sir, + the disparagement you have done, must be cald in + question. I have power to right my selfe, and will. + + [ _Exit_ PHARAMONT. + +KING. We feare ye not Sir. + +PHI. Let a strong convoy guard him through the Kingdome, + With him, let's part with all our cares and feare, + And Crowne with joy our happy loves successe. + +KING. Which to make more full, Lady _Gallatea_, + Let honour'd _Clerimont_ acceptance finde + In your chast thoughts. + +PHI. Tis my sute too. + +PRIN. Such royall spokes-men must not be deni'd. + +GAL. Nor shall not, Madame. + +KING. Then thus I joyne your hands. + +GAL. Our hearts were knit before. + [ _They kisse_. + +PHI. But tis you Lady, must make all compleat, + And gives a full perod to content, + Let your loves cordiall againe revive, + The drooping spirits of noble _Trasiline_. + What saies Lord _Leon_ to it? + +LEON. Marry my Lord I say, I know she once lov'd him. + At least made shew she did, + But since tis my Lord _Phylasters_ desire, + I'le make a surrender of all the right + A father has in her; here take her sir, + With all my heart, and heaven give you joy. + +KING. Then let us in these nuptuall feastes to hold, + Heaven hath decreed, and Fate stands uncontrold. + + FINIS. + + + +PHILASTER. VERSE AND PROSE VARIATIONS. + + +The variations are those of A except where otherwise stated. p. 78, l. +35. A prints this speech as prose. + +p. 79, l. 39, and p. 80, l. 1. A reads as one line. + +p. 80, 11. 6 and 7. One line. ll. 8 and 9. One line. l. 11. A gives +this speech as prose. ll. 37--40, and p. 81, l. r. Four lines ending +bold, Turcle, shaddow, over. + +p. 81, ll. 12--17. Five lines ending _armes, hath, disputing, are, +me_. 1. 19. Eight lines ending _him, his, thine, cold, such, follies, +presence, me_. l. 28. This speech in two lines ending _freedome_, +_temperde_. l. 32. This speech in four lines ending _succession_, +_is_, _within_, _knowledge_. + +p. 82, ll. 1 and 2. One line. l.9. C, D, E] two lines, _them_, +_Atlas_. l. 18. This speech and the next as prose. l. 33. The rest +of the speech in seven lines, ending _whispers_, _will_, _there_, +_service_, _factious_, _hand_, _servant_. l. 39. B, C, D, E] two +lines, _hand_, _servant_. + +p. 83, ll. 1-4. Prose. l. 14. This speech and the next prose. ll. +29-31. Two lines ending _please_ and _yeares_. l. 33. The rest of the +speech in prose. + +p. 84, ll. 2-4. Two lines ending _Age_ and _me_. ll. 6-11. Four lines +ending _Gentlewoman_, _alive_, _idle_, _pilgrimage_. ll. 22 and 23. +Prose. l. 26. This speech and the next in prose. + +p. 85, ll. 1 and 2. One line. ll. 3-32. Prose. ll. 34-38. Four lines +ending _with-_, _make_, _your_, _obay_. l. 40 and p. 86, l. 1. One +line. + +p. 86, ll. 4-11. Seven lines ending _say_, _woman_, _them_, +_detracted_, _you_, _disgrace_, _vertues_. ll. 14-16. Two lines +ending _fortunes_, _question_. ll. 18-20. Two lines ending _affoord_, +_wisht_. ll. 21 and 22. One line. ll. 27-32. Four lines ending +_stories_, _Crowne_, _longing_, _more_. + +p. 87, ll. 1-12. Ten lines ending _dreadfully_, _he_, _tongue_, _his_, +_begin_, _love_, _you_, _beg_, _price_, _heare_. ll. 17-19. Two lines +ending _yet_, _in_. ll. 21-23. Prose. ll. 26-30. Prose. ll. 34-40. Six +lines ending _so_, _better_, _gods_, _some_, _us_, _it_. l. 30. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _man_, _jealous_. + +p. 88, ll. 1-6. Five lines ending _long_, _often_, _intelligence_, +_agree_, _tread_. l. 6. B, C, D, E] two lines, _agree_, _tread_. l. 7. +B, C, D, E] two lines, _boy_, _intent_. l. 7. This speech in prose. + +p. 89, l. 2. B, C, D, E] two lines, _selfe_, _Prince_. l. 7. B, D, E] +two lines, _made_, _himselfe_. l. 7. Two lines ending _Phylaster_ and +_himselfe_. ll. 10 and 11. Two lines ending _ever_, _lie_. ll. 18-20. +Two lines ending _ceremonies_ and _heart_. ll. 21 and 22. One line. +ll. 27-29. Prose. l. 38. This speech in prose. + +p. 90, ll. 4 and 5. Two lines ending _much_, _Princesse_. l. 6. This +speech and the next in prose. l. 16. This speech beginning from +'Madam' and the next speech in prose. ll. 29-34. Six lines ending +_regard_, _modesty_, _aske_, _deserve_, _nothing_, _yours_. l. 32. B, +C, D, E] two lines, _aske_, _deserve_. l. 35. The rest of the speech +in prose. + +p. 91, ll. 6-11. Prose. ll. 13-17. Prose. l. 18 and B, C, D, E] +two lines ending _all_, _behaviour_. ll. 19-29. Ten lines ending +_ignorance_, _learne_, _larger_, _fault_, _once_, _boy_, _warning_, +_stubborneness_, _off_, _mend_. ll. 32-40. Seven lines ending +_businesse_, _her_, _full_, _trust_, _joy_, _weepe_, _Princesse_. + +p. 92, ll. 1-12. Prose. ll. 14-20. Nine lines ending _must_, _not_, +_word_, _all_, _taking_, _life_, _fault_, _boulted_, _Madame_. + +p. 93, ll. 5-12. Nine lines ending _grace_, _remedy_, _morning_, +_Cardus_, _exercise_, _Tiller_, _Flebotomie_, _whay_, _anymales_. ll. +15-18. Four lines ending _well_, _appetite_, _gold_, _then_. ll. 25 +and 26. Two lines ending _behind_, _this_. + +p. 94, ll. 5 and 6. Two lines ending _enough_, _Age_. ll. 7 and 8. Two +lines ending _smooth_, _enough_. ll. 16-23. Prose. l. 24. Two lines +ending _prose_, _Madame_. l. 27. Two lines ending _first_, _now_. ll. +30-32. Two lines ending _sweetest_, _me_. ll. 35 and 36. Three +lines ending _sentence, memory, me_. ll. 38-40. Three lines ending +_endeavour_, _night_, _for't_. + +p. 95, ll. 1--20. Twenty-one lines ending _owne, teaching, measures, +function, selfe, her, her, indeed, sir, selfe, schoolemaister, maid, +Gallatea, favour, now, wit, guard, toot, Jubiter, Lady, welcome_. ll. +25--29. Six lines ending _um, want, thoughts, bashfull, with, you_. + +p. 96, ll. 8 and 9. One line. ll. 26--32. Prose. ll. 36 and 37. Prose. + +p. 97, ll. 17--29. Prose. ll. 30--35. Five lines ending _credit, +sound, satyes, too, away_. ll. 37--39. Prose. + +p. 98, ll. 1--5. Prose (probably). ll. 8--10. Prose. ll. 20--23. Four +lines ending _by, hand, Princesse, selfe_. ll. 25 and 26. One line. +ll. 33 and 34. Two lines ending _grace, bed_. l. 37 and p. 99, ll. 1 +and 2. Three lines ending _late, comes, him_. + +p. 99, ll. 5--16. Prose. ll. 19--36. Prose. + +p. 100, ll. 11--18. Prose. ll. 20--22. Prose. ll. 26 and 27. Two lines +ending _sir, you_. ll. 33 and 34. Two lines ending _life, heere_. ll. +36--39 and p. 101, l. 1. Prose. + +p. 101, ll. 2--5. Three lines ending _wrongd, lodging, say_. ll. +8--23. Prose. ll. 28--32. Five lines ending _two, hold, lye, not, +mistaken_. ll. 37--39 and p. 102, ll. 1--9. Ten lines ending _lust, +thoughts, diseases, me, courtesies, daughter, Court, orrenges, +candles, Venus_. + +p. 102, ll. 10--25. Thirteen lines ending _laugh, King, by, fellowes, +mirth, me, more, leaps, her, eighteene, when, madness, height_. ll. +32--39. Seven lines ending _it, commonly, at, forraigne, tongue, +people, Princesse_. + +p. 103, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _her, boy_. ll. 10--17. Eight +lines ending _tongue, King, him, infections, brave, boy, else, +Gentlemen_. ll. 24--36. Eleven lines ending _us, freemen, age, right, +Scepter, Lady, boy, thing, Prince, part, mind_. l. 37 and p. 104, ll. +1 and 2. Three lines ending _Phylaster, Creature, earth_. + +p. 104, ll. 4--7. Three lines ending _people, corne, way_. ll. 25--29. +Prose. l. 29. B, C, D] two lines, _doe, acceptation_. ll. 30--38. +Seven lines ending _know, head, king, word, attempts, me, friends_. + +p. 105, l. 4. B, C, D, E] two lines, _time, would_. ll. 1--9. Nine +lines ending _selfe, sufficient, loves, would, expect, violence, know, +now, lov'd_. ll. 16--28. Ten lines ending _thought, Lady, pardon'd, +redeemed, increase, I, hils, all, necke, denude_. ll. 29 and 30. One +line. ll. 31--37. Prose. l. 40 and p. 106, ll. 1 and 2. Prose. + +p. 106, l. 4 (from 'Good Sir')--7. Prose. ll. 21--25. Prose. ll. 27 +and 28. One line. ll. 29--31. Three lines ending _looke, Lord, selfe_. +ll. 36 and 37. Three lines ending _them, fault, silence_. l. 37. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _slept, silence_. l. 40 and p. 107, ll. 1 and 2. Two +lines ending _corners, land_. + +p. 107, ll. 12 and 13. One line. ll. 19--39 and p. 108, II. 1--3. +Twenty lines ending _her, breast, circumstances, now, simply, +honourable, truth, selves, fight, sight, once, againe, fat, before, +man, weare, blush, mortalitie, brow, guilty_. l. 35. B] two lines, +_man, gods_. + +p. 108, ll. 7--9. Three lines ending _me, boy, brave_. ll. 13 and 14. +Two lines ending _boy, here_. ll. 17--19. Three lines ending _snow, +boy, thee_. ll. 22--27. Five lines ending _life, fond, trust, pay, +me_. ll. 30--36. Prose. l. 40 and p. 109, ll. 1--3. Prose. + +p. 109, ll. 4 and 5. One line. ll. 15 (from 'Come she dos')--37. +Prose. l. 40 and p. 110, ll. 1--3. Four lines ending _lust, desires, +her, ages_. + +p. 110, l. 3. B, C, D, E] two lines, _reveale, ages_. l. 4. B, C, +D, E] two lines, _heart, disease_. l. 4. Two lines ending _heart, +deceit_. ll. 9 and 10. One line. ll. 15 and 16. Two lines ending +_life, now_. l. 16. B, C, D] two lines, _hate thee, now_. ll. 20--22. +Three lines ending _where, me, not_. ll. 23--26. Three lines ending +_life, asunder, away_. ll. 29 and 30. One line. ll. 31--33. Three +lines ending _live, passionate, reason_. l. 33. B, C, D, E] two lines, +_passionate, reason_. ll. 35--39. Four lines ending _borne, jealousie, +againe, lost_. l. 39. B, C, D, E] two lines, _game, lost_. + +p. 111, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _melt, all_. ll. 4--6. +Three lines ending _with, of, me_. l. 6. B, C, D, E] two lines, +_punishments, me_. ll. 7--24. Prose. ll. 26--34. Prose. ll. 35--37. +Two lines ending _deservest, unkind_. + +p. 112, ll. 3--7. Five lines ending _over, him, spoken, such, stay_. +l. 7. B, C, D, E] two lines, _angry, slay_. ll. 17 and 18. Two lines +ending _well, him_. l. 31. B, C, D, E] two lines, _me, boy_. ll. 32 +and 33. One line. ll. 35--38. Four lines ending _me, gods, selfe, +done_. + +p. 113, ll. 4--6. Three lines ending _foule, it, farewell_. ll. +9--15. Six lines ending _truth, defamings, fortified, tongues, foule, +mountains_. l. 20. Two lines ending _servant, me_. ll. 21--25. Prose. + +p. 114, ll. 6--8. Four lines ending it, _eye-lids, crie, Phylaster_. +l. 8. B, C, D, E] my deere | deare _Philaster_. ll. 9--12. Three lines +ending _thee, loyal, better_. l. 13. B, C, D, E] two lines, _againe, +Bellario_. ll. 16--18. Three lines ending _all, that, wrongs_. l. 27. +Two lines ending _not, thus_. l. 27. B, C, D, E] two lines, _talke, +thus_. ll. 30--40 and p. 115, l. 1. Ten lines ending _naked, +mischiefe, me, bosome, mirth, King, Mourners, length, cursed boy, +lust_. + +p. 115, l. 1. B, C, D, E] two lines, _boy, lust_. l. 3 and B, C, D, +E] two lines ending _overthrow, wretched_. ll. 4--23. Sixteen lines +ending _this, it, foote, seeke, Cave, are, hell, Scorpyons, woven, +you, face, have, you, night, are, altogether_. ll. 29--34. Five lines +ending _transparant, me, holds, constancie, now_. ll. 38--40 and p. +116, l. 2. Four lines ending _passion, wicked, that, understoodst,_ + +p. 116, ll. 6--10. Three lines ending _desease, me, swell_. ll. +14--21. Eight lines ending _leave, ever, Lady, fault, suffering, mine, +seeke, die_. ll. 28 and 29. Two lines ending _hunt, earnestness_. ll. +30--32. Two lines ending _canst, thee_. + +p. 117, ll. 7--9. Three lines ending _veniall, spirit, it_. ll. +13--15. Three lines ending _enough, purlewes, poaching_. ll. 24--30. +Nine lines ending _repent, him, member, mouth, now, presently, +Almanacks, liver, dog-whip_. Il. 31--33. Four lines ending _lookes, +neighbours, face, honest_. + +p. 119, ll. 17--21. Five lines ending _dwelt, reedes, borne, isstie, +vexation_. 1. 21. B, C, D, E] two lines, _life, vexation_. ll. 23--37. +Ten lines ending _beasts, as, body, speake, Lord, pittie, fortunes, +bounty, keepe, hunger_. + +p. 120, ll. 6--17. Ten lines ending _me, trade, againe, so, thee, +worke, way, are, rage, way_. ll. 32--37 and p. 121, ll. i and 2. +Eight lines ending _stray, businesse, armes, peace, us, her, seene, +willingly_. + +p. 121, ll. 12--18. Prose. l. 23. C, D, E] two lines, _not, blood_. +ll. 20--34. Prose. ll. 38 and 39 and p. 122, ll. i and 2. Three lines +ending _gods, adord, Thunder_. + +p. 122, ll. 6 and 7. Two lines ending _way, on_. ll. 12--14. Prose l. +14. B, C, D, E] two lines, _wood, her_. ll. 21 and 22. Prose. ll. 24 +and 25. Two lines ending _alive, Taylor_. ll. 30 and 31. Prose. l. 39 +and + +p. 123, ll. 1--18. Prose. + +p. 123, ll. 22--26. Two lines ending _speaking, not_, and Prose. l. 29 +and p. 124, ll. 4--19. Eleven lines ending _kist, Basaliskes, women, +up, act, fire, teares, beds, face, issues, you_. + +p. 124, ll. 4--19. Thirteen lines ending _me, done, Eolus, I, sword, +you, controule, me, thoughts, now, pulse, more, die_. ll. 25--35. Ten +lines ending _that, do, last, wise, resolve, suffer, hand, earth, +other, here_. l. 31. B, C, D, E] two lines, _doe, suffer_. ll. 38--40 +and p. 125, ll. 1 and 2. Four lines ending _power, Justice, heaven, +to't_. + +p. 125, ll. 5--10. Seven lines ending _Forrest, home, me, selfe, +shouting, braines, wits_. ll. 19 and 20. Prose. ll. 21 and 22. Two +lines ending _not, ye_. ll. 23 and 24. Prose. l. 24. B, C, D, E] two +lines, _head, to_. Il. 30--32. Prose. ll. 35 and 36. Two lines ending +_rogue, now_. + +p. 126, ll. 1 and 2. Two lines ending _woman, her_. ll. 25--28. Prose. + +p. 127, ll. 5--7. Three lines ending _giddy, sleepe, wake_. ll. +13--25. Fourteen lines ending _conceale, follow, sleeping, sleepe, +wronged, broken, take, escape, blood, mischiefe, once, body, mortal, +thee_. ll. 26 and 27. Prose. l. 29. Line ends with first _here_. ll. +33 and 34. Two lines ending _thou, me_. ll. 37 and 38. One line. l. 39 +and p. 128, ll. l--3. Three lines ending _live, much, you_. + +p. 128, ll. 19 and 20. Two lines ending _beasts, men_. ll.22--24. Two +lines ending _her, her_. ll. 25 and 26. Prose. ll. 29--34. Four lines +ending _thoughts, death, mectne, tortour_. l. 38 and p. 129, ll. +1--11. Eleven lines ending _Page, carelesse, me, over-fiowde, them, +turnde, streames, contem'd, great, live, revenged_. + +p. 129, ll. 12--14. Two lines ending _life, vigor_. l. 17 and B, C, D] +two lines ending _away, rudely_. ll. 24--28. Four lines ending _then, +you, teach, him_. ll. 30 and 31. One line. + +p. 130, ll. 6--20. Prose. l. 20. B, C, D, E] two lines, _wealth, +Philaster_. 1. 23. B, C, D, E] two lines, _two, Philaster_. ll. +30--38. Prose. l. 32. B, C, D, E] two lines, _talke, prison_. + +p. 131, l. 3 and B, C, D, E] two lines ending _on, match_. l. 6. Two +lines ending _heads, trick_. ll. 24--33. Nine lines ending _Bellario, +heaven, paire, bore, me, death, boy, beasts, innocence_. l. 34 and p. +132, ll. 1--6. Seven lines _ending worthy, peece, you, honour, close, +perjurie, nothing_. + +p. 132, ll. 15--17. Two lines ending _sleepe, love_. ll. 20 and 21. +Prose. 1. 21. B, C, D, E] two lines, _it, on_. ll. 28 and 29. Two +lines ending _love, truely_. + +p. 133, H. 6 and 7. One line. ll. 10--23. Twelve lines ending _at, +lightly, him, bridges, rootes, thunders, back, Townes, desolate, +lives, sacrifice, ruines_. ll. 26--38 and p. 134, ll. 1--12. Prose. + +p. 134, ll. 14--35. Prose. ll. 36 and 37. One line. l. 40 and p. 135, +1. i. Two lines ending _Pharamont, heads-man_. + +p. 135, ll. 3 and 4. Prose. ll. 7--33. Twenty-three lines ending +_life, monster, to, living, writ, you, men, Pelion, brasse, Pyramides, +gods, faults, issues, wisedomes, off, self, King, sinne, soule, long, +you, die, in't_. + +p. 136, ll. 2 and 3. One line. ll. 24--29. Seven lines ending _deere, +not, Chronicled, prais'd, ballads, seculorum, Countrimen_. + +p. 137, ll. 8--22. Sixteen lines ending _them, raise, neede, for't, +sheepe, heate, me, Lord, Prince, him, wits, pin, me, bakon, fat, +liking_. ll. 29--39 and p. 138, ll. 1--6. Thirteen lines ending +_miseries, danger, you, to't, be, repentance, gods, me, thunder, +wrong, boy, sea-breach, it_. + +p. 138, ll. 33--36. B--G] four lines ending _boyes, top-sailes, +Argosie, Cockels_. F and G print last 2 ll. as one. + +p. 139, l. 26. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _you and King_. l. 36. B, +C, D, E] two lines ending _kils, Boyes_. + +p. 143, l. 11. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _earth, me_. l. 40. B, C, +D, E] two lines ending _away, once_. + +p. 145, l. 8. B, C, D, E] two lines ending _lives, Pilgrimage_. l. 17. +B, C, D, E] two lines ending _she, dyed_, l. 32. 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