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Run into rivers. Sweetest fair, the cause? Under a woman's falsehood? Oh, that boy,
Oh, I am wretched !
Phi. Now you may take that little right I have Are. The pretty boy you give me
To this poor kingdom : Give it to your joy; Phi. What of him
For I have no joy in it: Some far place, Are. Must be no more mine,
Where never womankind durst set her foot, Phi. Why?
For bursting with her poisons must I seek, Are. They are jealous of him.
And live to curse you : Phi. Jealous ! who?
There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beasts, Are. The king
What woman is, and help to save them from you: Phi. Oh, my fortune !
How Heaven is in your eyes, but, in your hearts, Then 'tis no idle jealousy. Let him go.
More hell than hell has: How your tongues, like Are. Oh, cruel! are you hard-hearted too?
scorpions, Who shall now tell you, how much I loved you? Both heal and poison : Ilow your thoughts are Who shall swear it to you, and weep the tears I send ?
With thousand changes in one subtle web, Who shall now bring you letters, rings, brace- And sworn so by you : How that foolish man, lets?
That reads the story of a woman's face, Lose his health in service? Wake tedious nights And dies believing it, is lost for ever : In stories of your praise? Who shall sing How all the good you have is but a shadow, Your crying elegies?' And strike a sad soul In the morning with you, and at night behind you, Into senseless pictures, and make them mourn? Past and forgotten: low your vows are frosts, Who shall take up his lute, and touch it, till Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone : He crown a silent sleep upon my eye-lid, How you are, being taken altogether, Making me dream, and cry, 'Oh, iny dear, dear A nucre contusion, and so dead a chaos, · Philaster!
That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, Phi. Oh, my heart !
Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. Would he had broken thee, that made thee know So, farewell all my woe, all my delight! This lady was not loyal. Mistress, forget
[Exit Phi. The boy : I'll get thee a far better.
Are. Be merciful, ye gods, and strike me dead! Are. Oh, never, never such a boy again, as my What way have I deserved this? Make my breast Bellario !
Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, Phi. 'Tis but your fond affection.
Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought Are. With thee, my boy, farewell for ever My heart holds. Where shall a woman turn her All secrecy in servants ! Farewell faith!
cyes, And all desire to do well for itself!
To find out constancy? Save me! how black Let all, that shall succeed thee for thy wrongs,
And guiltly, methinks, that boy looks now! sre. Ile was your boy, and you put him to me, Oh, thou dissembler, that before thou spak’st, And the loss of such must have a mourning for. Wert in thy cradle false, sent to make lies, Phi. Oh, thou forgetful woman !
And betray innocents! Thy lord and thou Are. How, my lord?
May glory in the ashes of a majd Phi. False Arethusa !
Fooled by her passion ; but the conquest is Hast thou a medicine to restore my wits, Nothing so great as wicked. Fly away! When I have lost them? If not, leave to talk, Let my command force thee to that, which shame And do thus.
Would do without it. If thou understood'st Are. Do what, sir? Would you sleep?
The loathed office thou hast undergone, Phi. For ever, Arethusa. Oh, ye gods, Why, thuu wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, Give me a worthy patience! Have I stood Lest men should dig and find thee. Naked, alone, the shock of many fortunes?
Bel. Oh, what god, Jlave I seen mischiefs numberless, and mighty, Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease Grow like a sea upon ine? Have I taken Into ihe noblest minds? Madam, this grief Danger as stern as death into my bosom, You add unto me is no more than drops And laughed upon it, made it but a mirth, To scas, for which they are not seen to swell: And Mung it by? Do I live now like him, My lord hath struck his anger through my heart, Under this tyrant king, that languishing
And led out all the hope of future joys. Hlears his sad bell, and sees his mourners? Do I You need not bid neily; I came to part, Bear all this bravely, and must sink at length To take my latest leave. Farewell for ever!
I durst not run away, in honesty,
Might talk me out of it, and send me naked, From such a lady, like a boy, that stole,
My hair disheve’d, through the fiery streets. Or made some grievous fault. The power of
Enter a Lady. god Assist you in your sufferings ! Hasty time
Lady. Madam, the king would hunt, and calls Reveal the truth to your abused lord And mine, that he may know your worth; whilst I With earnestness. Go seek out some forgotten place to die !
Are. I am in tune to hunt !
[Erit Bel. Diana, if thou canst rage with a maid Are. Peace guide thee! Thou hast overthrown As with a man, let me discover thee me once;
Bathing, and turn me to a fearful hind, Yet, if I had another Troy to lose,
That I may die pursued by cruel hounds, Thou, or another villain, with thy looks,
And have my story written in my wounds. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. Euter King, PHARAMOND, ARETHUSA, Gala- Of women's looks; but digged myself a cave,
TEA, MEGRA, Diox, CLEREMONT, TURASILINE, Where I, my fire, my cattle, and my bed, and attendants.
Might have been shut together in one shed;
And then had taken me some mountain girl, King. Wuat, are the hounds before, and all Beaten with winds, chaste as the hardened rocks, the woodmen;
Whereon she dwells; that might have strewed Our horses ready, and our bows bent ? Dion. All, sir.
With leaves, and reeds, and with the skins of King. You're cloudy, sir : Come, we have for
Our neighbours. This had been a life
Free from vexation.
Bel. Oh, wicked men ! King. Tis well done. To horse, to horse! we
An innocent may walk safe among beasts ; lose the morning, gentlemen.
Nothing assaults me here. See, my grieved Enter two Woodmen.
Sits as his soul were searching out a way 1 Wood. What, have you lodged the deer? To leave his body. Pardon me, that must 2 Wood. Yes, they are ready for the bow. Break thy last commandment; for I must speak. 1 Wood. Who shoots ?
You, that are grieved, can pity: Hear, my lord! 2 Wood. The princess.
Phi. Is there a creature yei so miserable, 1 Wood. No, she'll hunt.
That I can pity! 2 Wood. She'll take a stand, I say.
Bel. Oh, my noble lord ! 1 Wood. Who else?
View my strange fortune; and bestow on me, 2 Wood. Why, the young stranger prince. According to your bounty (if my service
1 Wood. He shall shoot in a stone bow for me. Can merit nothing) so much as may serve I never loved his beyond-sea-ship, since he for- To keep that little piece I hold of life kook the say, for paying ten shillings : He was From cold and hunger. there at the fall of a deer, and would needs (out Phi. Is it thou? Begone! of his mightiness) give ten groats for the dowcets; Go, sell those misbeseeming cloaths thou wearest, marry, the steward would have the velvet-head in- And feed thyself with them. to the bargain, to tùft his hat withal. Who shoots Bel. Alas! my lord, I can get nothing for else?
them : 2 Wood. The lady Galatea.
The silly country people think 'tis treason 1 Wood. She's liberal, and, by my bow, they To touch such gay things. say, she's honest; and whether that be a fault, I Phi. Now, by my life, this is have nothing to do. There's all?
Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight. 2 Wood. No, one more; Megra.
Thou’rt fallent again to thy dissembling trade : 1 Wood. That's a firker, i'faith, boy. She rides How shouldst thou think to cozen me again? well, and she pays well. Hark! let's go. [E.reunt. Remains there yet a plague untried for me? Enter PuilasTER.
Even so thou wept'st, and look’d'st, and spok'st,
when first Phi. Oh, that I had been nourished in these I took thee up: Curse on the time! If thy woods,
Commanding tears can work on any other, With milk of goats, and acorns, and not known Use thy art; i'll not betray it. Which
way The right of crowns, nor the dissembling trains Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee?
For thine eyes are poison to mine; and I Uncloud the sun, charm down the swelling sea, Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way? And stop the floods of Heaven. Speak, can it not?
Bel. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have Dion. No. That path in chace, that leads unto my grave., King. No! cannot the breath of kings do this? [Exeunt Phi. and Bel. severally. Dion. No; nor smell sweet itself, if once the
Be but corrupted.
Dion. Sir, take you heed, how you dare the 1 Wood. My lord Dion !
powers, Dion. Saw you a lady come this way, on a sa- That must be just: ble horse studded with stars of white?
King. Alas! what are we kings? 2 Wood. Was she not young and tall ? Why do you, gods, place us above the rest, Dion. Yes. Rode she to the wood or to the To be served, flattered, and adored, till we plain?
Believe we hold within our hands your thunder; 2 Wood. Faith, my lord, we saw none. And, when we come to try the power we have,
[Ereunt Wood. There's not a leaf shakes at our threatenings.
I have sinned, 'tis true, and here stand to be puEnter CLEREMONT.
nished; Dion. Pox of your questions then! What, is Yet would not thus be punished. Let me chase she found
My way, and lay it on. Cle. Nor will be, I think.
Dion. He articles with the gods : 'Would some Dion. Let him seek his daughter himself. body would draw bonds, for the performance of
Cle. There's already a thousand fatherless tales covenants betwixt them! amongst us: Same say, her horse run away with her: : some, a wolf pursued her; others, it was a
Enter PHARAMOND, GALATEA, and MEGRA. plot to kill her, and that armed men were seen King. What, is she found? in the wood: But, questionless, she rode away Pha. No; we have ta'en her horse : willingly.
He galloped empty by. There's some treason,
You, Galatea, rode with her into the wood ! Enter King and TURASILINE.
Why left you her? King. Where is she?
Gal. She did command me. Cle. Sir, I cannot tell.
King. Command ! you should not. King. How is that? Answer me so again? Gal, 'Twould ill become iny fortunes and my Cle. Sir, shall I lie?
birth, King. Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me To disobey the daughter of my king. that.
King. You're all cunning to obey us, for our I say again, where is she? Mutter not! Sir, speak you; where is she?
But I will have her. Dion. Sir, I do not know.
Pha. If I have her not, King. Speak that again so boldly, and by By this hand, there shall be no more Sicily. Heaven,
Dion. What, will he carry it to Spain in his It is thy last. You, fellows, answer me;
pocket! Where is she? Mark me, all; I am your king; Pha. I will not leave one man alive, but the king, I wish to see my daughter; shew her me; A cook, and a tailor, I do comunand you all, as you are subjects, Dion. Yet you may do well To shew her me! What, am I not your king? To spare your
lady-bedfellow. If ay,' then am I not to be obeyed?
King. I see the injuries I have done must be Dion. Yes, if you command things possible and revenged. honest.
Dion. Sir, this is not the way to find her out. King. Things possible and honest? Hear me, King. Run all; disperse yourselves ! The man, thou,
that finds her, Thou traitor! that dar'st confine thy king to things Or (if she be killed), the traitor, I'll make himn Possible and honest; shew her me,
great. Or, let me perish, if I cover not
Dion. I know some would give five thousand All Sicily with blood !
pounds to find her. Dion. Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me Pha. Come, let us seek. where she is.
King. Each man a several way; here I myself. King. You have betrayed me; have let me lose Dion. Come, gentlemen, we here. [Ex.omnes. The jewel of my life: Go, bring her mc,
Enter ARETH USA. And set her here, before me: 'Tis the king Are. Where am I now? Feet, find me out a way, Will have it so; whose breath can still the winds, Without the counsel of my troubled head :
I'll follow you, boldly, about these woods, |Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead: O'er mountains, thorough brambles, pits, and This way were freer. Am I raging now? floods.
If I were mad, I should desire to live. Heaven, I hope, will ease me. I am sick. Sirs, feel my pulse: Whether have you known Enter BELLARIO.
A man in a more equal tune to die
Bel. Alas, my lord, your pulse keeps madman's Bel. Yonder's my lady: Heaven knows I want time, nothing,
So does your tongue. Because I do not wish to live; yet I
Phi. You will not kill me, then? Will try her charity. Oh, hear, you that have Are. Kill you? plenty !
Bel. Not for a world. From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground. Phi. I blame not thee, See,
Bellario : Thou hast done but that, which gods The lively red is gone to guard her heart ! Would have transformed themselves to do. Be I fear she faints. Madam, look up ! She breathes gone; not.
Leave me without reply; this is the last Open once more those rosy twins, and send Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword; Unto my lord your latest farewell. Oh, she stirs : Be wise, or worse will follow : We are two How is it, madam? Speak comfort.
Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or Are. 'Tis not gently done,
suffer. To put me in a miserable life,
Are. If my fortune be so good to let me fall And bold me there : I prithee, let me go; Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. I shall do best without thee; I am well. Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders,
No jealousy, in the other world; no ill there? Enter PHILASTER.
Phi, No. Phi. I am to blame to be so much in rage : Are. Show me then the way. I'll tell her coolly, when and where I heard Phi. Then guide This killing truth. I will be temperate My feeble hand, you, that have power to do it, In speaking, and as just in hearing.
For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth Oh, monstrous ! Tempt me not, ye gods! good Have any way offended heaven, let prayers gods,
Short and effectual reconcile you to it. Tempt not a frail man! What's he, that has a Are. I am prepared.
heart, But he must ease it here?
Enter a country fellowo. Bel. My lord, help the princess.
Coun. I'll see the king, if he be in the forest ; Are. I am well: Forbear.
I have hunted him these two hours; if I should Phi. Let me love lightning, let me be embraced come home and not see him, my sisters would And kissed by scorpions, or adore the eyes laugh at me. I can see nothing but people better Of basilisks, rather than trust the tongues horsed than myself, that out-ride me; I can hear Of hell-bred women! Some good gods look down, nothing but shouting. These kings had need of And shrink these reins up; stick me here a stone, good brains; this whwoping is able to put a mean Lasting to ages, in the memory
man out of his wits. There's a courtier with Of this damned act! Hear me, you wicked ones! his sword drawn; by this hand, upon a woman, You have put hills of fire into this breast, I think. Not to be quenched with tears; for which may
Phi. Are you at peace? guilt
Are. With heaven and earth. Sit on your hosons ! at your meals, and beds, Phi. May they divide thy soul and body! Despair await you! What, before my face? Coun. Hold, dastard, strike a woman ! Thou'rt Poison of asps between your lips ! Discases a craven, I warrant thee: Thou would'st be lotha Be your best issues ! Nature make a curse, to play half a dozen of venies at wasters with a And throw it on you!
good fellow for a broken head. Are. Dear Philaster, leave
Phi. Leave us, good friend. To be enraged, and hear me.
Are. What ill-bred man art thou, to intrude Phi. I have done;
thyself Forgive my passion. Not the calmed sea, Upon our private sports, our recreations ? When Æolus locks up his windy brood,
Coun. God uds, I understand you not; but, I Is less disturbed than I : I'll make you know it. know, the rogue has hurt you. Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword,
Phi. Pursue thy own affairs : It will be ill And search how temperate a heart I bave; To multiply blood upon my head; Then you, and this your boy, may live and reign Which thou wilt force me to. In sin, without controul. Wilt thou, Bellario? Coun. I know not your rhetorick ; but I can I prithee, kill me : Thou art poor, and may'st lay it on, if you touch the woman. (They fight.
Phi. Slave, take what thou deservest. For ever, if thou wilt. You sweet ones all, Are. Heavens guard my lord !
Let me unworthy press you : I could wish, Coun. Oh, do you breathe?
I rather were a corse strewed o'er with you,
Phi. I have done ill; my conscience calls mé
false, Enter PuaraMOND, Dion, ClerEMONT, Tura-To strike at her, that would not strike at me. SILINE, and I'oodmen.
When I did fight, methought I heard her pray Pha. What art thou?
The gods to guard me. She may be abused, Coun. Almost killed I am for a foolish woman; And I a loathed villain : If she be, a knave has hurt her.
She will conceal, who hurt her. He has wounds, Pha. The princess, gentlemen! Where's the And cannot follow; neither knows he me. wound, madam!
Who's this? Bellario sleeping? If thou be'st Is it dangerons ?
Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep Are. He has not hurt me.
Should be so sound; and mine, whom thou hast Coun. I'faith, she lies; he has hurt her in the wronged,
(Cry within. breast; look else.
So broken. Hark! I am pursued. Ye gods, Pha. Oh, sacred spring of innocent blood !
I'll take this offered means of my escape : Dion.'Tis above wonder! Who should dare this? They have no mark to know me, but my wounds, Are. I felt it not.
If she be true; if false, let mischief light Pha. Speak, villain, who has hurt the princess? On all the world at once! Sword, print my Coun. Is it the princess ?
wounds Dion. Ay.
Upon this sleeping boy! I have none, I think, Coun. Then I have seen something yet. Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. Pha. But who has hurt her?
(Wounds kim. Coun. I told you, a rogue; I ne'er saw him Bel. Oh! Death, I hope, is come: Blest be before, 1.
that hand! Pha. Madam, who did it?
It meant me well. Again, for pity's sake! Are. Some dishonest wretch;
Phi. I have caught inyself: [Phi. falls. Alas! I know him not, and do forgive him. The loss of blood hath stayed my flight. Here,
Coun. He's hurt too; he cannot go far; I made here, my father's old fox fly about his ears.
Is he that struck thee : Take thy full revenge; Pha. How will you have me kill him? Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death : Are. Not at all;
I'll teach thee to revenge. This luckless hand 'Tis some distracted fellow.
Wounded the princess; tell my followers, Pha. By this hand,
Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, I'll leave ne'er a piece of him bigger than a nut, And I will second thee: Get a reward. And bring him all in my hat.
Bel. Fly, fly, my lord, and save yourself.
Phi. How's this?
Bel. Else were it vain
For me to live. These little wounds I have Pha. I will.
Have not bled much; reach me that noble hand; Are. But swear.
I'll help to cover you. Pha. By all my love, I will. Woodmen, con- Phi. Art thou true to me? duct the princess to the king, and bear that Bel. Or let me perish loathed! Come, my good wounded fellow to dressing. Come, gentlemen, lord, we'll follow the chase close.
Creep in among those bushes: Who does know, [Ercunt Are. Pha: Dion, Cle. Thra. and 1 Wood But that the gods may save your much-loved
breath? Coun. I pray you, friend, let me see the king. Phi. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, 2 Wood. That you shall, and receive thanks. That I have wounded thee. What wilt thou do?
Coun. If I get clear with this, I'll go to see no Bel. Shift for myself well. Peace! I hear them more gay sights.
Within. Follow, follow, follow that way they 'Enter BELLARIO. Bel. A heaviness near death sits on my brow, Bel. With my own wounds l’U bloody my own And I must sleep. Bear me, thou gentle bank,