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Let your caps swarm, my boys, and your Shall be scratclid with a musket. Dear nimble tongues
prince Pippin," Forget your mother-gibberish of “what Down with your noble blood, or, as I do you lack ?”
live, And set your mouths ope, children, till I'll have you coddled. 8—Let liim loose, your palates
my spirits: Fall frighted half a fathom past the Make us a round ring with your bills, cure
my Ilectors, Of bay-salt 89 and gross pepper, and then And let us see what this trim man dares cry
do. “Philaster, brave Philaster!” Let Phil- Now, sir, have at you! here I lie; aster
And with this swashing blow (do you Be deeper in request, my ding-dongs, 90
see, sweet prince?) My pairs of dear indentures,
,91 kings of I could hulk 10 your grace, and hang you clubs, 91
up cross-legg'd, Than your cold water-camlets,92 or your Like a hare at a poulter's, and do this paintings
with this wiper. 11 Spitted with copper.93 Let not your Pla. You
will not me murder'd, hasty "t silks,
wicked villains ? Or your branclı'd cloth of bodkin,95 or 1 Cit. Yes, indeed, will we, sir; we have your tissues,
not seen one Dearly belov'd of spiced cake and cus- For a great wliile. tards,
Сар. He would have weapons, would You Robin Hoods, Scarlets, and Johns,96
he? tie your affections
Give him a broadside, my brave boys, In darkness to your shops. No, dainty
with your pikes; duckers, 07
Branch me his skin in flowers like a C'p with your three-pild spirits, your
satin, wrought valors;
And between every flower a mortal cut. And let your uncut cholers 99 make the Your royalty shall ravel!-Jag 12 him, King feel
gentlemen; The measure of your mightiness. Phil- I'll have him cut to the kell,13 then down aster!
the seams. Cry, my rose-nobles,' cry!
0 for a whip to make him galloon11.
Philaster! Philaster! Cap. How do you like this, my lord I'll have a coach-whip. prince?
Oh, spare me, gentlemen! These are mad boys, I tell you; these are Cap. Hold, hold; things
The man begins to fear and know himThat will not strike their top-sails to a
He shall for this time only be seel'd up,15 And let a man of war, an argosy,
With a feather through his nose, that Hull 3 and cry cockles.*
he may only Pha. Why, you rude slave, do you know See heaven, and think whither he is go
what you do? Cap. My pretty prince of puppets, we do Nay, my beyond-sea sir, we will proknow;
claim you: And give your greatness warning that You would be king!
Thou tender heir apparent to a churchNo more such bug's-words, or that
ale, 10 solder'd crown
Thou slight prince of single sarcenet,17 coarse-grained 93 colored cloth in duck-hunters (?). on the weapon. 13 membrane of the salt, obtained by terwoven with 98 a pun on velour. 7 Pepin, King of the paunch. evaporation from copper.
99 a pun on collars.
Franks, with 14 ribbons, tape. sea water 91 i. e. that
1 another pun; rose: pun on the fruit. 15 have his eyelids 90 brave fellows.
sewed together 91 apprentices, who 95 embroidered cloth coins.
9 pikes with
like a hawk's. were bound by of gold and silk. 2 a small vessel. broad, spiked
bastard, indentures and 96 Scarlet and Little 3 float idly.
one born after the whose usual weapJohn were two 4 be basely occupied. 10 diseinbowel.
convivialities of a ons were clubs. of Robin Hood's 5 swaggering words. 11 instrument for church feast. 92 rich fabrics with men,
6 a male sparrow- cleaning a gun. 17 thin silk. a watered surface. 97 cringers ( ?),
hawk, with a pun
Thou royal ring-tail,18 fit to fly at noth- Сар.
My royal Rosicleer, 24 ing
We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy But poor men's poultry, and have every
And when thy noble body is in durance, Beat thee from that too with his bread
Thus do we clap our musty murrions 26 and butter!
on, Pha. Gods keep me from these hell- And trace the streets in terror. Is it hounds!
peace, 1 Cit. Shall's geld him, captain?
Thou Mars of men? Is the King sociCap. No, you shall spare his dowcets, my
able, dear donsels;
And bids thee live? Art thou above thy As you respect the ladies, let them flour
And free as Phæbus? Speak. If not, The curses of a longing woman kill
this stand 27 As speedy as a plague, boys.
Of royal blood shall be abroach, a-tilt, 1 Cit. I'll have a leg, that's certain.
And run even to the lees of honor. 2 Cit.
I'll have an arm. Phi. Hold, and be satisfied. I am myself, 3 Cit. I'll have his nose, and at mine
Free as my thoughts are; by the gods, I own charge build A college and clap 't upon the gate.20 Cap. Art thou the dainty darling of the 4 Cit. I'll have his little gut to string a
King? kit 21 with;
Art thou the Hylas to our Hercules ? For certainly a royal gut will sound like
Do the lords bow, and the regarded scarsilver. Pha. Would they were in thy belly, and I
Kiss their gumm'd golls,29 and cry, "We past
are your servants"? My pain once!
Is the court navigable and the presence 5 Cit. Good captain, let me have his liver
stuck to feed ferrets.
With flags of friendship? If not, we Cap. Who will have parcels 22 else?
are thy castle, Speak.
And this man sleeps. Pha. Good gods, consider me! I shall be
Phi. I am what I desire to be, your tortur'd.
friend; 1 Cit. Captain, I'll give you the trim
I am what I was born to be, your prince. ming of your two-hand sword,
Pha. Sir, there is some humanity in you; And let me have his skin to make false
You have a noble soul. Forget my name, scabbards. 2 Cit. He had no horns, sir, had he?
And know my misery; set me safe aboard Cap. No, sir, he's a pollard.23
From these wild cannibals, and as I live,
I'll quit this land for ever. There is What wouldst thou do with horns?
nothing, 2 Cit.
Oh, if he had had, I would have made rare hafts and Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sick
whistles of 'em; But his shin-bones, if they be sound, shall
Of all sorts, of all dangers, and all to
The worst company of the worst men, Enter Philaster.
To be as many creatures as a woman, All. Long live Philaster, the brave Prince And do as all they do, nay, to despair,Philaster!
But I would rather make it a new nature, Phi. I thank you, gentlemen. But why
And live with all these, than endure one are these
hour Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach Amongst these wild dogs.
Phi. I do pity you.—Friends, discharge Uncivil trades?
your fears; 18 kite. an inferior Brasenose Col. 24 A hero in The Spanish.
28 courtiers clad in bird of prey. lege. Oxford
26 steel caps.
29 perfumed hands to knighthood. 22 i. e. bits of him.
27 cask, i. e. Phara- 30 presence
cham 20 in allusion to 23 hornless stag. lated from the mond.
Deliver me the prince. I'll warrant you
I shall be old enough to find my safety. 3 Cit. Good sir, take heed he does not
Brings on the prince himself. King.
Kind gentleman! 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.
He is a fierce man, I can tell you, sir. Cap. Prince, by your leave, I'll have a
surcingle, 31 And make 32 you like a hawk.
(Pharamond strives.) 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 needs 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.
(Gives money.) All. Long mayst thou live, brave prince,
brave prince, brave prince!
Ereunt Philaster and Pharamond. Cap. Go thy ways, thou art the king of
courtesy ! 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 muffs. We will
have music; And the red grape shall make us dance and rise, boys.
My lord is come. King.
My son! Blest be the time that I have leave to call Such virtue mine! Now thou art in mine
arms, Methinks I have a salve unto my breast For all the stings that dwell there.
Streams of grief
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
full leave To make an honorable voyage home. And if you would go furnish'd to your
realm With fair provision, I do see a lady, Methinks, would gladly bear you com
pany. How like you this piece ? Meg.
Sir, he likes it well, For he hath tried it, and hath found it
worth His princely liking. We
were ta'en abed; 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?
You must get another ship, To bear the princess and her boy to
gether. Dion. How now! Meg. Others took me, and I took her and
SCENE 5. An apartment in the palace.
Enter King, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra,
Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline, Bellario, and Attendants.
King. Is it appeas'd ?
night, As peaceable as sleep. My lord Phil
• 31 band.
33 i. e. sword.
At that all women may be ta’en some
time. Ship us all four, my lord; we can endure
Weather and wind alike. King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me
for father. Are. This earth, how false it is! What
means is left for me To clear myself? It lies in your belief. My lords, believe me; and let all things
else Struggle together to dishonor me. Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great King, that
I may speak As freedom would! Then I will call this
lady As base as are her actions. Hear me,
sir; Believe your heated blood when it rebels Against your reason, sooner than this
lady. Meg. By this good light, he bears it hand
somely. l'hi. 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? Honor 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 favor, and will sadly 36 be denied. Phi. Command, whate'er 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 that boy To torture; I will have her cleard or
buried. Phi. Oh, let me call my word 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 ir
The falsest and the basest of this world.
est man, For I have liv'd till I am pitied ! My former deeds were hateful; but this
(Off'ers to stab himself.) dre. Dear sir, be patient yet! Oh, stay
that hand! King. Sirs, strip that boy. Dion.
('ome, sir; your tender flesh Will try your constaney. Bel.
Oh, kill me, gentlemen! Dion. No.--Help, sirs.
Will you torture me? King.
Haste there; Why stay you? Bel.
Then I shall not break my vow, You know, just gods, though I discover
all. King. How's that? Will he confess? Dion.
Sir, so he says. K’ing. Speak then. Bel. 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. (Dion and Bellario walk apart.) Dion. Why speak'st thou not? Bel.
Know you this face, my lord? Dion. No. Bel. Ilave you not seen it, nor the like? Dion. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily
I know not where. Bel.
I have been often told In court of one Euphrasia, a lady, And daughter to you; betwixt whom and
They that would flatter my bad face
would swear There was such strange resemblance, that
we two Could not be known asunder, drest alike. Dion. By Heaven, and so there is! Bel.
For her fair sake, Who now doth spend the spring-time of
her life In holy pilgrimage, move to the King,
revocable. Phi. Turn all your eyes on me. Here
stands a man,
35 shall be sorry to be denied.
34 i. e. Megra.
That I may scape this torture.
King. Speak you, where lies his shame? Dion. But thou speak'st Bel.
I am his daughter. As like Euphrasia as thou dost look. Phi. The gods are just. How came it to thy knowledge that she Dion. I dare accuse none; but, before you lives
two, In pilgrimage?
The virtue of our age, I bend my knee Bel.
I know it not, my lord; But I have heard it, and do scarce be
(Kneels.) lieve it.
Phi. (Raising him.) Take it freely; for Dion. Oh, my shame! is it possible?
Though what thou didst were undiscreetly That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she,
done, Or else her murderer ? 36 Where wert ’T was meant well. thou born?
And for me, Bel. In Syracusa.
I have a power to pardon sins, as oft Dion, What's thy name?
As any man has power to wrong me. Bel.
Euphrasia. Cle. Noble and worthy! Dion. Oh, 't is just,37 't is she!
But, Bellario, Now I do know thee. Oh, that thou (For I must call thee still so,) tell me hadst died,
why And I had never seen thee nor my shame! Thou didst conceal thy ses. It was a How shall I own thee? Shall this tongue
fault, of mine
A fault, Bellario, though thy other E'er call thee daughter more?
deeds Bel. Would I had died indeed! I wish it Of truth outweigh'd it: all these jealtoo;
ousies And so I must have done by vow, ere Had flown to nothing if thou hadst dispublish'd
covered What I have told, but that there was no What now we know.
My father oft would speak To hide it longer. Yet I joy in this, Your worth and virtue; and, as I did The princess is all clear.
What, have you done? More and more apprehensive,38 I did Dion. All is discovered.
Why then hold you me? To see the man so prais'd. But yet all All is discovered! Pray you, let me go.
this (Ofers to stab himself.)
Was but a maiden-longing, to be lost King. Stay him.
As soon as found; till, sitting in my winAre. What is discovered?
Why, my shame. Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a It is a woman; let her speak the rest.
god, Phi. How? That again !
I thought, (but it was you,) enter our Dion. It is a woman.
gates. Phi. Blest be you powers that favor inno- My blood flew out and back again, as cence!
fast King. Lay hold upon that lady.
As I had puft it forth and suckt it in (Megra is seized.)
Like breath. Then was I call’d away in Phi. It is a woman, sir!-Hark, gentle
To entertain you. Never was a man, It is a woman !-Arethusa, take
Heav'd from a sheep-cote to a scepter, My soul into thy breast, that would be
So high in thoughts as I. You left a With joy. It is a woman! Thou art
Upon these lips then, which I mean to And virtuous still to ages, in despite
keer Of malice.
From you for ever. I did hear you talk, 36 In some barbarous countries, it was believed that the
37 true. murderer inherited the form and qualities of his vic
38 able to understand. (Mason.)