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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?

Pha.

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

self. foist,

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.

wear out.
nobles were gold 8 stewed.

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

16 i.e.

bastard, indentures and 96 Scarlet and Little 3 float idly.

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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

roarers; boy

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

foemen, ish.

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

gether,

The worst company of the worst men, Enter Philaster.

madness, age,

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?

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ness

serve me.

For mercy.

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?

I know,
Draw near,

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?

Are.

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!

Phi.

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.

Bel.

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.

grow King.

What, have you done? More and more apprehensive,38 I did Dion. All is discovered.

thirst Phi.

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?

dow, Dion.

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

haste men,

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

rais'd gone

So high in thoughts as I. You left a With joy. It is a woman! Thou art

kiss fair,

Upon these lips then, which I mean to And virtuous still to ages, in despite

means