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I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows I


discourse to all the under-world That I can stand no longer.

The worth, that dwells in him!

Pha. How's this?

Bel. My lord, some man

Weary of life, that would be glad to die. Phe. To this place we have tracked him by his Phi. Leave these untiinely courtesies, Bellario. blood.

Bel. Alas, he's mad! Come, will you lead me Cle. Yonder, my lord, creeps one away.

on? Dion. Stay, sir! what are you?

Phi. By all the oaths, that men ought most to Bel. A wretched creature, wounded in these keep, woods

And gods to punish most, when men do break, By beasts: Relieve me, if your names be men, He touched her not. Take heed, Bellario, Or I shall perish.

How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown Dion. This is he, my lord,

With perjury. By all that's good, 'twas I! L'pon my soul, that hurt her: 'Tis the boy, You know, she stood betwixt me and my right. That wicked boy, that served her.

Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge. Pha. Oh, thou damned in thy creation !

Cle. It was Philaster, What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the prin- Dion. Is't not a brave boy? cess?

Well, sirs, I fear me, we were all deceived. Bel. Then I am betrayed.

Phi. Have I no friend here? Dion. Betrayed! no, apprehended.

Dion. Yes. Bel. I confess,

Phi. Then shew it: Crke it no morc, that, big with evil thoughts, Some good body lend a hand to draw us ncarer. I set upon her, and did take my aim,

Would you have tears shed for you, when you die? Iler death. For charity, let fall at once Then lay me gently on his neck, that there The punishment you mean, and do not load I

may weep floods, and breathe out my spirit. This weary flesh with tortures.

'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold Pha. I will know

Locked in the heart of earth, can buy away Who hired thee to this deed.

This armful from me: This had been a ransom Bel. Mine own revenge.

To have redeemed the great Augustus Cæsar, Pha. Revenge! for what?

Had he been taken. You hard-hearted men, Bel. It pleased her to receive

More stony than these mountains, can you see Me as her page, and, when my fortunes ebbed, Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your That men strid o'er them careless, she did shower flesh Jler welcome graces on me, and did swell To stop his life? To bind whose bitter wounds, My fortunes, 'till they overflowed their banks, Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their Threatening the men that crossed them; when, as swift

Bathe them. Forgive me, thou, that art the wealth As storms arise at sea, she turned her eyes Of poor Philaster. To burning suns upon me, and did dry The streams she had bestowed; leaving me worse,

Enter Kino, ARETII USA, and a Guard. And more contemned, than other little brooks, King. Is the villain taken? Because I had been great. In short, I knew Pha. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but, I could not live, and therefore did desire say it was Philaster? To die revenged.

Phi. Question it no more; it was. Pha. If tortures can be found,

King. The fellow, that did fight with him, will Long as thy natural lite, resolve to feel

tell us that.
The utmost rigour. (Philaster creeps out of a bush. Are. Ah me! I know he will.
Cle. Help to lead him hence.

King. Did not you know him?
Phi. Turn back, ye ravishers of innocence! Are. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised.
Know ye the price of that you bear away

Phi. I was so. Oh, my stars ! that I should So rudely?

live still. Pha. Who's that?

King. Thou ambitious fool! Dion. 'Tis the lord Philaster.

Thou, that hast laid a train for thy own life! Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all kings in one, Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk. The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl, Bear him to prison. That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh Are. Sir, they did plot together to take hence down

This harmless life; should it pass unrevenged, That virtue! It was I, that hurt the princess. I should to earth go weeping : Grant me, then, Place me, some god, upon a pyramid !

(By all the love a father bears his child) Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice Their custodies, and that I may appoint Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence Their tortures, and their death.






Dion. Death? Soft! our law

To your intended match. Will not reach that, for this fault.

Cle. I pray, that this action lose not Philaster King. 'Tis granted; take them to you, with a the hearts of the people. guard.

Dion. Fear it not; their over-wise heads will Come, princely Pharamond, this business past, think it but a trick. We may with more security go on



Bel. A piece of you?
Thra. Has the king sent for him to death? He was not born of woman, that can cut

Dion. Yes; but the king must know, 'tis not It, and look on. in his power to war with Heaven.

Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you, Cle. We linger time; the king sent for Philas- For else my heart will break with shame and sorter and the headsman an hour ago. Thra. Are all his wounds well?

Are. Why, 'tis well. Dion. All; they were but scratches; but the Bel. Lament no more. loss of blood made him faint.

Phi. What would you have done, Cle. We dally, gentlemen.

If you had wronged me sely, and had found Thra. Away!

My life no price, compared to yours? For love, Dion. We'll scuffle hard, before he perish.

[Exeunt. Deal with me truly.

Bel. 'Twas mistaken, sir.
Enter Pailaster, ARETHUSA, and BELLARIO.

Phi. Why, if it were? Are. Nay, dear Philaster, grieve not; we are Bel. Then, sir, we would have asked you parwell.

don. Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear; we are won- Phi. And have hope to enjoy it? drous well.

Are. Enjoy it? ay:
Phi. Oh, Arethusa! oh, Bellario! leave to be Phi. Would you, indeed? Be plain.
kind :

Bel. We would, my lord.
I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from earth, Phi. Forgive me, then.
If you continue so. I am a man,

Are. So, so.
False to a pair of the most trusty ones,

Bel. 'Tis as it should be now. That ever earth bore: Can it bear us all?

Phi. Lead to


[E.reunt. Forgive, and leave me! But the king hath sent To call me to my death: Oh, shew it me,

Enter King, Dion, CLEREMONT, and And then forget me! And for thee, my boy,

THRASILINE. I shall deliver words will mollify

King. Gentlemen, who saw the prince? The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. Cle. So please you, sir, he's gone to see the Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing,

city, Worthy your noble thoughts : 'Tis not a life; And the new platform, with some gentlemen 'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. Attending on him. Should I out-live you, I should then out-live King. Is the princess ready Virtue and honour; and, when that day comes, To bring her prisoner out? If ever I shall close these eyes but once,

Thra. She waits your grace. May I live spotted for my perjury,

King. Tell her we stay. And waste my limbs to nothing !

Dion. King, you may be deceived yet: Are. And I (the wofulst maid that ever was, The head, you aim at, cost more setting on Forced with my hands to bring my lord to death) Than to be lost so lightly. If it must off, Do, by the honour of a virgin, swear

Like a wild overflow, that swoops before him To tell no hours beyond it.

A golden stack, and with it shakes down bridges, Phi. Make me not hated so.

Cracks the strong hearts of pines, whose cable Are. Come from this prison, all joyful to our deaths.

Held out a thousand storms, a thousand thunPhi. People will tear me, when they find ye ders,

And, so made mightier, takes whole villages To such a wretch as I ; I shall die loathed. Upon his back, and, in that heat of pride, Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I Charges strong towns, towers, castles, palaces, For ever sleep, forgotten with my faults! And lays them desolate; so shall thy head, Every just servant, every maid in love,

Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands, Will have a piece of me, if ye be true.

That must bleed with thee, like a sacrifice, Are. My dear lord, say not so.

In thy red ruins. !






What I have done, I've done without repentance; Enter PhilasTER, ARETHUSA, and Bellario

For death can be no bugbear unto me, in a robe and garland.

So long as Pharamond is not my headsman. King. How now! what

is this?

Dion. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy Bel. Right royal sir, I should

maid, Sing you an epithalamium of these lovers, Whene'er thou diest! For this time I'll excuse But, having lost my best airs with my fortunes,

thee, And wanting a celestial harp to strike

Or be thy prologue. This blessed union on, thus in glad story

Phi. Sir, let me speak next; I give you all. These two fair cedar-branches, And let my dying words be better with you The noblest of the mountain, where they grew Than dull living actions. If you aim Straitest and tallest, under whose still shades At the dear life of this sweet innocent, The worthier beasts have made their layers, and You are a tyrant and a savage monster; slept,

Your memory shall be as foul behind you, Free from the Sirian star, and the fell thunder- | As you are, living; all your better deeds stroke,

Shall be in water writ, but this in marble; Free from the clouds, when they were big with No chronicle shall speak you, though your own, humour,

But for the shame of men. No monument And delivered, in thousand spouts, their issues to (Though high and big as Pelion) shall be able the earth :

To cover this base murder : Make it rich Oh, there was none but silent quiet there! With brass, with purest gold, and shining jasper, 'Till never-pleased Fortune shot up shrubs, Like the Pyramids; lay on epitaphs, Base under-branıbles, to divorce these branches; Such as make great men gods; my little marble And for a while they did so; and did reign (That only clothes my ashes, not my faults) Over the mountain, and choak up

his beauty

Shall far out-shine it. And, for after issues, With brakes, rude thorns and thistles, till tlie sun Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, Scorched them even to the roots, and dried them That they will give you more for your mad rage there :

To cut off, unless it be some snake, or something And now a gentle gale hath blown again, Like yourself, that in his birth shall strangle you. That made these branches meet, and twine toge- Remember my father, king! There was a fault, ther,

But I forgive it. Let that sin persuade you Never to be divided. The god, that sings To love this lady: If you have a soul, His holy numbers over marriage-beds,

Think, save her, and be saved. For myself, Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand I have so long expected this glad hour, Your children, mighty king; and I have done. So languished under


and daily withered, King. How, how?

That, heaven knows, it is my joy to die : Are. Sir, if you love it in plain truth,

I find a recreation in it.
(For there's no masquing in't) this gentleman,
The prisoner that you gave me, is become

Enter a Messenger.
My keeper, and through all the bitter throes Mes. Where's the king?
Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him,

King. Here.
Thus nobly hath he struggled, and at length Mes. Get you to your strength,
Arrived here, my dear husband.

And rescue the prince Pharamond from danger: King. Your dear husband! Call in

He's taken prisoner by the citizens, The captain of the citadel; there you shall keep Fearing the lord Philaster. Your wedding. I'll provide a masque shall make Dion. Oh, brave followers ! Your Hyinen turn his saffron into a sullen coat, Mutiny, my fine dear countrymen, mutiny! And sing sad requiems to your departing souls: Now, my Grave valiant foremen, shew your weaBlood shall put out your torches; and, instead

pons Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks, In honour of


mistresses. An axe shall hang like a prodigious meteor, Ready to crop your loves' sweets.

Hear, ye

Enter another Messenger. gods!

Mes. Arm, arm, arm! From this time do I shake all title off

King. A thousand devils take them! Of father to this woman, this base woman; Dion. A thousand blessings on them! And what there is of vengeance, in a lion

Mes. Arm, oh, king! The city is in mutiny, Cast among dogs, or robbed of his dear young, Led by an old grey ruffian, who comes on The same, enforced more terrible, more mighty, In rescue of the lord Philaster. Expect from me!

[Erit with Are. Phi. Bel. Are. Sir, by that little life I have left to swear King. Away to the citadel : I'll see them safe, by,

And then cope with these burghers. Let the There's nothing that can stir me from myself.

guard, VOL. I.



And all the gentlemen, give strong attendance. King. What they will do with this poor prince,

[Erit. the gods know, and I fear.

Dion. Why, sir, they'll flea him, aud make Manent Dion, CLEREMONT, THRASILINE. church-buckets of his skin, to quench rebellion ; Cle. The city up! this was above our wishes. then clap a rivet in his sconce, and hang him up

Dion. Ay, and the marriage too. By my life, for a sign.
This noble lady has deceived us all.
A plague upon myself, a thousand plagues,

For having such unworthy thoughts of her dear

King. Oh, worthy sir, forgive me! Do not Oh, I could beat myself! or, do you beat me,

make And I'll beat you; for we had all one thought. Your miseries and my faults mcet together, Cle. No, no, 'twill but lose tiine.

To bring a greater danger. Be yourself, Dion. You say true. Are your swords sharp? Still sound amongst diseases. I have wronged Well, my dear countrymen What-ye-lack, if you

you, continue, and fall not back upon the first broken And though I find it last; and beaten to it, shin, I'll have you chronicled and chronicled, and Let first your goodness know it. Calm the peocut and chronicled, and sung in all-to-be-praised ple, sonnets, and graved in new brave ballads, that And be what you were born: Take your love, all tongues shall troule you in sæcula sæculorum, And with her my repentance, and my wishes, my kind can-carriers.

And all my prayers. By the gods, my heart speaks Thra. What if a toy take them in the heels this; now, and they run all away, and cry, the devil And if the least fall from me not performed, take the hindmost?

May I be struck with thunder! Dion. Then the same devil take the foremost Phi. Mighty sir, too, and souse him for his breakfast ! If they all I will not do your greatness so much wrong, prove cowards, my curses fly amongst them, and As not to make your word truth. Frce the be speeding! May they have murrains rain to princess, keep the gentlemen at home, un'mund in easy And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock frieze ! May the moths branch their velvets, Of this mad sea-breach; which I'll cither turn, and their silks only be worn before sore eyes! Or perish with it. May their false lights undo them, and discover King. Let your own word free them. presses, holes, stains, and oldness in their stuifs, Phi. Then thus I take my leave, kissing your and make them shop-rid! May they keep whores hand, and horses, and break; and live mowed up with And hanging on your royal word. Be kingly, necks of beef and turnips ! May they have many And be not moved, sir : I shall bring you peace, children, and none like the father! May they Or never bring myself back. know no language but that gibberish they King. All the gods go with thee! [Excunt. prattle to their parcels; unless it be the Gothick Latin they write in their bonds; and may Enter an old captain and citizens, with Puathey write that false, and lose their debts ! Enter the KING,

Cap. Come, my brave myrmidons, let's fall

on! let our caps swarm, my boys, and your King. Now the vengeance of all the gods con- nimble tongues forget your mother's gibberish, of found them, how they swarm together! What a what do you lack, and set your mouths up, hum they raise ! Devils choke your wild throats! children, till your palates fall frighted, half a If a man had need to use their valours, he must fathom past the cure of bay-salt and gross poppay a brokage for it, and then bring them on, per. And then cry Philaster, brave Philaster! and they will fight like sheep. 'Tis Philaster, Let Philaster be deeper in request, my dingnone but Philaster, must allay this heat: They dongs, my pairs of dear indentures, kings of will not hear me speak, but fling dirt at me, and clubs, than your cold water camlets, or your call me tyrant. Oh, run, dear friend, and bring paintings spotted with copper.

Let not your the lord Philaster: Speak him fair; call him hasty silks, or your branched cloth of bodkin, or prince; do him all the courtesy you can; com- your tissues, dearly beloved of spiced cake and inend me to him! Oh, my wits, my wits! [Erit Cle. custard, your Robinhoods, Scarlets and Johns,

Dion. Oh, my brave countrymen! as I live, tie your affections in darkness to your shops. I will not buy a pin out of your walls for this: No, dainty duckers, up with your three-piled Nay, you shall cozen me, and I'll thank you; spirits, your wrought valours; and let your and send you brawn and bacon, and soil you uncut choler make the king feel the measure every long vacation a brace of foremen, that of your mightiness. Philaster! cry, my roseat Michaelmas shall come up fat and kicking,

nobles, cry.


you do?

Is it peace,


All. Philaster! Philaster!

Cap. No, sir, he's a pollard. What would'st Cap. How do you like this, my lord prince? thou do with horns. These are mad boys, I tell you; these are things, 2 Cit. Oh, if he had, I would have made rare that will not strike their top sails to a foist; and hafts and whistles of them; but his shin-bones, if let a man of war, an argosy, hull and cry cockles. they be sound, shall serve me. Pha. Why, you rude slave, do you know what

Enter PHILASTER. Cap. My pretty prince of puppets, we do know; All. Long live Philaster, the brave prince Phiand give your greatness warning, that you talk

laster! no inore such bug-words, or that soldered crown Phi. I thank you, gentlemen. But why are shall be scratched with a musquet. Dear prince

these Pippen, down with your noble blood; or, as I live, Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your I'll have you coddled. Let him loose, my spirits !

hands Make us a round ring with your bills, my Hectors, Uncivil trades? and let us see what this trim man dares do. Cap. My royal Rosiclear, Now, sir, have at you! Here I lie, and with this We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy roarers ! swashing blow (do you sweat, prince ?) I could And when thy noble body is in durance, hulk your grace, and hang you up cross-legged, Thus do we clap our musty murrions on, like a harc at a poulterer's, and do this with this And trace the streets in terror. wiper.

Thou Mars of men? Is the king sociable, Pha. You will not see me murdered, wicked And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen, Villains ?

And free as Phæbus? Speak. If not, this stand 1 Cit. Yes, indeed, will we, sir : We have not Of royal blood shall be abroach, a-tilt, seen one foe a great while.

And run even to the lees of honour. Cap. He would have weapons, would he? Give Phi. Hold, and be satisfied: I am myself; him a broadside, my brave boys, with your pikes; Free as my thoughts are: by the gods, 1 am. branch me his skin in powers like a sattin, and Cap. Art thou the dainty darling of the king? between every flower a mortal cut. Your roy- Art thou the HIylas to our flercules? alty shall ravel! Jag him, gentlemen : I'll have Do the lords bow, and the regarded scarlets hiin cut to the kell, then down the scams. Oh, Kiss their gummed golls, and cry, we are your for a whip to make himn galloon-laces! I'll have servants?' a coach-whip.

Is the court navigable, and the presence stuck Pha. Oh, spare me, gentlemen!

With flags of friendship? If not, we are thy. Cap. Hold, hold; the man begins to fear, and castle, know himself; he shall for this time only be And this man sleeps. seeled up, with a feather through his nose, that Phi. I am what I do desire to be, your friend ; he may only see heaven, and think whither he is I am what I was born to be, your prince. going. Nay, my beyond-sea sir, we will pro

Pha. Sir, there is some humanity in you; claim you: You would be king! Thou tender | You have a noble soul; forget my name, heir apparent to a church-ale, thou slight prince And know my misery: set me safe aboard of single sarcenet; thou royal ring-tail, fit to fly From these wild cannibals, and, as I live, at nothing but poor mens' poultry, and have I'll quit this land for ever. There is nothing, every boy beat thee froin that too with his bread Perpetual imprisonment, cold, hunger, sickness and butter!

Of all sorts, of all dangers, and all together, Pha. Gods keep me from these liell hounds ! The worst company of the worst men, madness, 1 Cit, I'll have a leg, that's certain,

age, 2 Cit. I'll have an arın.

To be as many creatures as a woman, 3 Cit. I'll have his nose, and at mine own

And do as all they do; nay, to despair; charge build a college, and clap it upon the gate. But I would rather make it a new nature,

4 Cit, I'll have his little gut to string a kit And live with all those, than endure one hour with; for, certainly, a royal gut will sound like silver. Amongst these wild dogs. Pha. 'Would they were in thy belly, and I past

Phi. I do pity you. Friends, discharge your my pain at once!

fears; 5 Cit. Good captain, let me have his liver to Deliver ine the prince: I'll warrant you, feed ferrets.

I shall be old enough to find my safety. Cap. Who will have parcels else ? speak.

3 Cit. Good sir, take heed he does not hurt Phu. Good gods, consider me! I shall be tor

Fou : tured.

He's a fierce man, I can tell you, sir. 1 Cit. Captain, I'll give you the trimming of Cap. Prince, by your leave, I'll have a survour two-hand sword, and let me have his skin cingle, to make false scabbards.

And mail you like a hawk.

[He stirs. 2 Cit. He has no horns, sir, has he?

Phi. Away, away; there is no danger in him :



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