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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

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.


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

12 slash.


laces! 14


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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


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?



serve me.

your fears; 18 kite. an inferior Brasenose Col. 24 A hero in The Spanish.

28 courtiers clad in bird of prey. lege. Oxford

Mirrour of
25 bullies.

19 youths
aspiring 21 a small fiddle. Knighthood, a

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.


your hands



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

hurt you;

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
That I have wrong'd 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

Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have

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 ?
Dion. Sir, all is quiet as this dead of

night, As peaceable as sleep. My lord Phil


• 31 band.

32 train.

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.
Set swords against this breast, some hon-

est man, For I have liv'd till I am pitied ! My former deeds were hateful; but this

Is pitiful, for I unwillingly
Have given the dear preserver of my life
Unto his torture. Is it in the power
Of flesh and blood to carry this, and live?

(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.

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?


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.

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


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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.)


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