Of Royal Blood shall be a broach, a tilt, and run
Ev'n to the Lees of Honour.

Phil. Hold, and be fatisfy'd, I am my felf,
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,
Kifs their gam'd Goles, and cry we are your Servants?
Is the Court navigable, and the Prefence ftuck

With Flags of Friendship? If not we are thy Castle,
And this Man fleeps.

Phil. I am what I defire to be, your Friend,

I am what I was born to be, your Prince.
And what, Sir, fay you now?

Thraf. For God's Sake fet me first free, and I'll fay any thing 1 am fo afraid I know not what to fay.

Phil. I do pity thee. Friends, discharge your Fears, Deliver me the Prince. I'll warrant you,

I fhall be old enough to find my Safety.

Cap. Prince, by your leave, I'll have a Surfiagle, And make you like a Hawk.

Phil. Away, away, there is no Danger in him;
Look you, Friends, how gently he leads; upon myWord
He's tame enough, he needs no farther watching:
Good Friends, go to your Houfes, and by me have
your Pardons and my Love.

And know there fhall be nothing in my Pow'r
You may deferve, but you fhall have your Wifhes.
To give you more Thanks were to flatter you:
Continue ftill your Love, and for an earnest,
Die with this.

All. Long may ft thou live brave Prince, brave Prince, brave Prince.

[Ex. Philander and Thrafomot

Cap. Thou

Cap. Thou art the King of Courtefy.

Fall off again, my fweet Youths, and every Man trace to his House again, and hang his Pewter up, thence to the Tavern, and bring your Wives in Muffs; we will have Mufick, and red Grape fhall make us dance and reel, Boys. [Ex. omnes.

Enter King, Araminta, Melefinda, Alga, Cleon, Agremont, Adelard, Endymion, and Attendants.

King. Is it appeas'd?

Cleon. Sir, all is quiet as this Dead of Night,
As peaceable as Sleep. The Lord Philander
Does bring Prince Thrafomond away himself.
King. I will not break a Word that I have giv'n
In promise to him: I have heap'd a World
Of Grief upon his Head, which yet I hope
To wash away.

Enter Philander and Thrafomond,

Cleon. My Lord is come.

King. My Son,

Bleft be the Time that I of Right to call
Such Virtue mine. Now thou art in my Arms,
Methinks I find a Salve to my fick Bofom
For all the Wounds I find there; Streams of Grief
I have thrown on thee, but I find much Joy,
That I repent it, iffue from my Eyes.

Let them appease thee, take thy Right, take her,
She is thy Right too, and forget to urge
My vexed Soul for what I once have done.

Phil. Sir, all is blotted from my Memory:

For you, young Prince of Spain,

Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full Leave
To make your honourable Voyage home.

And if you would go furnish'd to your Realm

With fair Diverfion, I do fee a Lady
Methinks would gladly bear you Company.
How like you, Sir, this Piece?

Alga. Sif, he likes it well,

For he has try'd it, and found it worth
His Princely Liking. We were ta'en a bed,
I know your Meaning. Iam not the first!
That Nature taught to feek a hand fom Fellow.
Can Shame remain perpetually in me,
And not in others? Or have Princes Salves
To cure ill Names, that meaner People want?
Phil What mean you?

Alga You must get another Ship

To bear the Princefs, and the Boy together.
Cleon. How now?

Alga. Others took me, but I took her and him,
As that all Women may be ta'en fometimes,
Ship us all four; we can endure

Weather and Wind alike..

King. Clear then thy felf, or call me not thy Father. Ara. 'Tis falfe as Heav'n is true, but what Means Is left to clear my felf? It lies in your Belief. My Lords, believe me, and let all things elfe Struggle together to difhonour me.

End. O! ftop your Ears, great King, that I may fpeak 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 Reafon, fooner than this Lady. Alga. I vow the Boy acts his Part full well. Pbil. This Lady; I will fooner truft the Winds of Seas

Than her. I fay, believe her not.

Why think you if I did believe her Words,

I would outlive 'em!

King. Forget

King. Forget her; fince, all is firm between us; But I muft requeft of you one Favour,

And will not be deny'd.

Phil. By all the Powers let it not be the Death
Of her or him, and it is furely granted.
King. Bear away that Boy

To Torture, I will have her clear'd or bury'd.
Phil. O give my Promise back, O Royal Sir,
Ask fomething elfe, bury my Life and Right
In one poor Grave; but take not from me
My Life and Fame at once.

King. Away with him; his Doom's irrevocable. Phil. Turn all your Eyes on me, here ftands a Man, The falfeft and the bafeft of the World.

Set Swords against this Breast, fome honeft Man,
For I have liv'd to be the most accurs'd.

End. Be patient, Sir, I foon will make you easy.
I cannot tamely fee your Pain for me;
My hapless Fortune much rather I'll reveal.
King. Will he then confefs?

Cleon. He feems to say fo.

King, Speak then.

End. Great King, if you command

This Lord to talk with me alone my Tongue,
Urg'd by my Heart, fhall utter all the Thoughts
My Youth has known, and ftranger things than these
You hear not often.

King. Walk afide with him.

Cleon. Why speak'ft thou not?

End. Know you this Face, my Lord?

Cleon. No.

End. I have been often told

In Court of an Euphrofyne, a Lady,

And Daughter to you, between whom and me

There was fuch ftrange Refemblance, that we Two

Could not be known afunder, dreft alike.

Cleon. By Heav'n, and fo there is.

End, For

End. For her Sake,

Who now does fpend the Spring Time of her Life
In holy Pilgrimage, move the King,

That I may scape this Torture.

Cleon. But thou fpeak'ft as like Euphrofyne as thou

doft look.

How came it to thy Knowlege that she lives

In Pilgrimage;

End. I know it not, my Lord, but have heard it, And do fcarce believe it.

Cleon. Oh my Shame! is't poffible? Draw near, That I may gaze upon thee? Art thou fhe,

Or elfe her Murderer? Where waft thou born?
End. In Syracufe.

Cleon. What's thy Name?
End. Euphrofyne.

Cleon. 'Tis the!

Now I do know thee: Oh! that thou hadft dy'd,
And I had never seen thee, nor my Shame!
How shall I own thee? Shall this Tongue of mine
E'er call thee Daughter more?

End. Would I had dy'd indeed, I wish it too,
E'er publish'd 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?
Cleon. All is discover'd.

Ara. What is difcover'd?

Cleon. Why, my Shaine.

Phil. How! that again.

It is a Woman, let her speak the rest.

[Exit.

Phil. Bleft be the Pow'rs that favour Innocence.

Cleon. It is a Woman.

King. Lay hold upon that Lady.

Phil. It is a Woman; hark ye, Gentlemen,

It is a Woman! Araminta, take