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Coun. I pray you, friend, let me see the king. Within. Follow, follow, follow ! that way they 2 Wood. That you shall, and receive thanks.
Coun. If I get clear with this, I'll go to see no Bel. With my own wounds I'll bloody my own more gay sights.
I need not counterfeit to fall ; Heaven knows
That I can stand no longer.
Enter PHARAMOND, DION, CLEREMONT, and if thou wilt. You sweet ones all,
THRASILINE. Let me unworthy press you : I could wish, Pha. To this place we have tracked him by I rather were a corse strewed o'er with you,
his blood. Than quick above. Dulness shuts mine eyes, Cle. Yonder, my lord, creeps one away. And I am giddy. Oh, that I could take
Dion. Stay, sir ! —what are you? So sound a sleep, that I might never wake! Bel A wretched creature, wounded in these
woods Enter PHILASTER.
By beasts: Relieve me, if your names be men, Phi. I have done ill; my conscience calls me
Or I shall perish.
Dion. This is he, my lord,
What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the prin-
Bel. I confess,
[Cry within. I set upon her, and did take my aim,
Pha. I will know
Bel. Mine own revenge. Upon this sleeping boy! I have none, I think, Pha. Revenge! for what? Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. Bel. It pleased her to receive
(Wounds him. Me as her page, and, when my fortunes ebbed, Bel. Oh! Death, I hope, is come: Blest be That men strid o'er them careless, she did shower that hand! ·
Her welcome graces on me, and did swell
Phi. I have caught myself : [Phi. falls. Threatening the men that crossed them; when,
I could not live, and therefore did desire
Pha. If tortures can be found, 'Wouldst thou I should be safe?
Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel Bel. Else were it vain
The utmost rigour. For me to live. These little wounds I have
[PHILASTER creeps out of a bush. Have not bled much; reach me that noble hand; Cle. Help to lead him hence. I'll help to cover you.
Phi. Turn back, ye ravishers of innocence! Phi. Art thou true to me?
Know ye the price of that you
away Bel. Or let me perish loathed ! Come, my good So rudely? lord,
Pha, Who's that? Creep in among those bushes : Who does know, Dion. 'Tis the lord Philaster. But that the gods may save your much-loved Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all kings in one, breath?
The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl, Phi. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh down That I have wounded thee. What wilt thou do? That virtue! It was I, that hurt the princess. Bel. Shiftfor myself well. Peace! I hear them Place me, some god, upon a pyramid
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice
Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence Bathe them. Forgive me, thou, that art the wealth
Enter King, ARETHUSA, and a Guard. Bel. My lord, some man
King. Is the villain taken? Weary of life, that would be glad to die.
Pha. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but, Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies, Bellario. say it was Philaster? Bel. Alas, he's mad! Come, will you lead me Phi. Question it no more; it was.
King. The fellow, that did fight with him, will Phi. By all the oaths, that men ought most to
tell us that. keep, ,
Are. Ah me! I know he will. And gods to punish most when men do break, King. Did not you know him? He touched her not. Take heed, Bellario, Are. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised. How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown, Phi. I was so. Oh, my stars ! that I should With perjury. By all that's good, 'twas I!
live still. : You know, she stood betwixt me and my right. King. Thou ambitious fool! Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge.
Thou, that hast laid a train for thy own life! Cle. It was Philaster.
Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk. Dion. Is't not a brave boy?
Bear him to prison. Well, sirs, I fear me, we were all deceived. Are. Sir, they did plot together to take hence Phi. Have I no friend here?
This harmless life; should it pass unrevenged, Dion. Yes.
I should to earth go weeping: Grant me, then, Phi. Then shew it:
(By all the love a father bears his child)
Dion. Death? Soft! our law
guard. This armful from me: This had been a ransom Come, princely Pharamond, this business past, To have redeemed the great Augustus Cæsar, We may with more security go on Had he been taken. You hard-hearted men, To your intended match. More stony than these mountains, can you see Cle. I pray, that this action lose not Philaster Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your flesh the hearts of the people. To stop his life? To bind whose bitter wounds, Dion. Fear it not: their over-wise heads will Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears I think it but a trick.
False to a pair of the most trusty ones, Enter Dion, CLEREMONT, and THRASILINE.
That ever earth bore: Can it bear us all ? Thra. Has the king sent for him to death? Forgive, and leave me! But the king hath sent
Dion. Yes; but the king must know, 'tis not To call me to my death : Oh, shew it me, in his power to war with Heaven.
And then forget me! And for thee, my boy, Cle. We linger time; the king sent for Philas- I shall deliver words will mollify ter and the headsman an hour ago.
The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. Thra. Are all his wounds well ?
Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing, Dion. All : they were but scratches; but the Worthy your noble thoughts : 'Tis not a life; loss of blood made him faint.
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. Cle. We dally, gentlemen.
Should I out-live you, I should then out-live Thra. Away!
Virtue and honour; and, when that day comes, Dion. We'll scuffle hard, before he perish. If ever I shall close these eyes but once,
(Ereunt. May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste my limbs to nothing! Enter PHILASTER, ARETHUSA, and BELLARIO.
Are. And I (the wofullst maid that ever was, Are. Nay, dear Philaster, grieve not; we are Forced with my hands to bring my lord to death) well.
Do, by the honour of a virgin, swear
Phi. Make me not hated so.
deaths. I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from earth, Phi. People will tear me, when they find ye If you continue so. I am a man,
To such a wretch as I; I shall die loathed. And wanting a celestial harp to strike
The noblest of the mountain, where they grew Will have a piece of me, if ye be true.
Straitest and tallest, under whose still shades Are. My dear lord, say not so.
The worthier beasts have made their layers, and Bel. A piece of you?
slept, He was not born of woman, that can cut Free from the Sirian star, and the fell thunder. It, and look on.
stroke, Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you,
Free from the clouds, when they were big with For else my heart will break with shame and sor
And delivered, in thousand spouts, their issues Are. Why, 'tis well.
to the earth: Bel. Lament no more.
Oh, there was none but silent quiet there! Phi. What would you have done,
'Till never-pleased fortune shot up shrubs, If you had wronged me basely, and had found Base under-brambles, to divorce these branches; My life no price, compared to yours? For love, And for a while they did so ; and did reign sirs,
Over the mountain, and choak up his beauty Deal with me truly.
With brakes, rude thorns and thistles, till the sun Bel. 'Twas mistaken, sir.
Scorched them even to the roots, and dried them Phi. Why, if it were ?
there : Bel. Then, sir, we would have asked you par. And now a gentle gale hath blown again, don.
That made these branches meet, and twine togePhi. And have hope to enjoy it?
ther, Are. Enjoy it ? ay,
Never to be divided. The god, that sings
His holy numbers over marriage-beds,
Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand Phi. Forgive me, then.
Your children, mighty king ; and I have done, Are. So, so.
King. How, how? Bel. 'Tis as it should be now.
Are. Sir, if you love it in plain truth, Phi. Lead to my death.
(Exeunt. (For there's no masquing in't) this gentleman,
The prisoner that you gave me, is become Enter KING, DION, CLEREMONT, and
My keeper, and through all the bitter throes THRASILINE.
Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him, King. Gentlemen, who saw the prince? Thus nobly hath he struggled, and at length Cle. So please you, sir, he's gone to see the Arrived here, my dear husband. city
King. Your dear husband! Call in And the new platform, with some gentlemen The captain of the citadel; there you shall keep Attending on him.
Your wedding. I'll provide a masque shall make King. Is the princess ready
Your Hymen turn his saffron into a sullen coat, To bring her prisoner out?
And sing sad requiems to your departing souls : Thra. She waits your grace.
Blood shall put out your torches; and, instead King. Tell her we stay.
Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks, Dion. King, you may be deceived yet : An axe shall hang like a prodigious meteor, The head, you aim at, cost more setting on Ready to crop your loves' sweets. Hear, ye Than to be lost so lightly. If it must off,
gods! Like a wild overflow, that swoops before him From this time do I shake all title off A golden stack, and with it shakes down bridges, of father to this woman, this base woman; Cracks the strong hearts of pines, whose cable And what there is of vengeance, in a lion roots
Cast among dogs, or robbed of his dear young, Held out a thousand storms, a thousand thunders, The same, enforced more terrible, more mighty, And, so made mightier, takes whole villages Expect from me! Upon his back, and, in that heat of pride, Are. Sir, by that little life I've left to swear Charges strong towns, towers, castles, palaces,
by, And lays them desolate; so shall thy head, There's nothing that can stir me from myself. Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands, What I have done, I've done without repentance; That must bleed with thee, like a sacrifice, For death can be no bugbear unto me, In thy red ruins.
So long as Pharamond is not my headsman.
Dion. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy Enter PHILASTER, ARETHUSA, and BELLARIO
maid, in a robe and garland.
Whene'er thou diest! For this time I'll excuse King. How now! what masque is this?
thee, Bel. Right royal sir, I should
Or be thy prologue. Sing you an epithalamium of these lovers,
Phi. Sir, let me speak next; But, having lost my best airs with my fortunes, And let my dying words be better with you
Than my dull living actions. If you aim
Dion. You say true. 'Are your swords sharp? At the dear life of this sweet innocent,
Well, my dear countrymen What-d'ye-lack, if you You are a tyrant and a savage monster; continue, and fall not back upon the first broken Your memory shall be as foul behind you, shin, I'll have you chronicled and chronicled, and As you are, living; all your better deeds cut and chronicled, and sung in all-to-be-praised Shall be in water writ, but this in marble; sonnets, and graved in new brave ballads, that all No chronicle shall speak you, though your own, tongues shall troule you in sæcula seculorum, my But for the shame of men. No monument kind can-carriers. (Though high and big as Pelion) shall be able Thra. What if a toy take them in the heels To cover this base murder: Make it rich now, and they run all away, and cry, 'the devil With brass, with purest gold, and shining jasper, take the hindmost ?' Like the Pyramids ; lay on epitaphs,
Dion. Then the same devil take the foremost Such as make great men gods; my little marble too, and souse him for his breakfast ! If they all (That only clothes my ashes, not my faults) prove cowards, my curses fly amongst them, and Shall far out-shine it. And, for after issues, be speeding! May they have murrains rain to Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, keep the gentlemen at home, unbound in easy That they will give you more for your mad rage frieze ! May the moths branch their velvets, and
cut off, unless it be some snake, or something their silks only be worn before sore eyes ! May Like yourself, that in his birth shall strangle you. their false lights undo them, and discover presses, Remember my father, king! There was a fault, holes, stains, and oldness in their stuffs, and make But I forgive it. Let that sin persuade you them shop-rid! May they keep whores and horTo love this lady: If you have a soul,
ses, and break; and live mewed up with necks of Think, save her, and be saved. For myself, beef and turnips ! May they have many children, I have so long expected this glad hour,
and none like the father! May they know no lanSo languished under you, and daily withered, guage but that gibberish they prattle to their parThat, heaven knows, it is my joy to die : cels; unless it be the Gothic Latin they write in I find a recreation in it.
their bonds; and may they write that false, and
lose their debts ! Enter a Messenger. Mes. Where's the king ?
Enter the KING. King. Here.
King. Now the vengeance of all the gods conMes. Get you to your strength,
found them, how they swarm together! What a And rescue the prince Pharamond from danger : hum they raise ! Devils choke your wild throats! He's taken prisoner by the citizens,
If a man had need to use their valours, he must Fearing the lord Philaster,
pay a brokage for it, and then bring them on, Dion. Oh, brave followers !
and they will fight like sheep. 'Tis Philaster, Mutiny, my fine dear countrymen, mutiny! none but Philaster, must allay this heat : They Now, my brave valiant foremen, shew your wea- will not hear me speak, but fing dirt at me, and pons
call me tyrant. Oh, run, dear friend, and bring In honour of your mistresses.
the lord' Philaster: Speak him fair ; call him Enter another Messenger.
prince; do him all the courtesy you can; com
mend me to him! Oh, my wits, my wits ! Mes. Arm, arm, arm!
[Exit CLE. King. A thousand devils take them !
Dion. Oh, my brave countrymen! as I live, I Dion. A thousand blessings on them!
will not buy a pin out of your walls for this: Mes. Arm, oh, king! The city is in mutiny, Nay, you shall cozen me, and I'll thank you ;, and Led by an old grey ruffian, who comes on send you brawn and bacon, and soil you every In rescue of the lord Philaster.
long vacation a brace of foremen, that at Michael[Exit with ARE. Phi. Bel.
mas shall come up fat and kicking. King. Away to the citadel ; I'll see them safe, King. What they will do with this poor prince, And then cope with these burghers. Let the the gods know, and I fear. guard,
Dion. Why, sir, they'll flea him, and make And all the gentlemen, give strong attendance. church-buckets of his skin, to quench rebellion;
(Exit. then clap a rivet in his sconce, and hang him up Manent DION, CLEREMONT, THRASILINE. Cle. The city up! this was above our wishes.
Enter CLEREMONT with PHILASTER. Dion. Ay, and the marriage too. By my life, King. Oh, worthy sir, forgive me! Do not This noble lady has deceived us all.
make A plague upon myself, a thousand plagues, Your miseries and my faults meet together, For having such unwortlıy thoughts of her dear To bring a greater danger. Be yourself, honour!
Still sound amongst diseases. I have wronged you, Oh, I could beat myself! or, do you beat me, And though I find it last, and beaten to it, And I'll beat you; for we had all one thought. Let first your goodness know it. Calm the peoCle. No, no, 'twill but lose time.
for a sign.
And be what you were born to: Take your i Cit. Yes, indeed, will we, sir : We have not love,
seen one foe a great while. And with her my repentance, and my wishes, Cup. He would have weapons, would he? Give And all my prayers. By the gods, my heart speaks him a broadside, my brave boys, with your pikes; this;
branch me his skin in flowers like a sattin, and And if the least fall from me not performed, between every flower a mortal cut. Your rovalMay I be struck with thunder!
ty shall ravel! Jag him, gentlemen: I'll have him Phi. Mighty sir,
cut to the kell, then down the seams. Oh, for a I will not do your greatness so much wrong, whip to make him galloon-laces! I'll bave a coachAs not to make your word truth. Free the prin- whip. cess,
Pha. Oh, spare me, gentlemen! And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock Cup. Hold, hold; the man begins to fear, and Of this mad sea-breach ; which I'll either turn, know himself; he shall for this time only be seelOr perish with it.
ed up, with a feather through his nose, that he King. Let your own word free them.
may only see heaven, and think whither he is goPhi. Then thus I take my leave, kissing your ing. Nay, my beyond-sea sir, we will proclaim hand,
you: You would be king! Thou tender heir-apAnd hanging on your royal word. Be kingly, parent to a church-ale, thou slight prince of sinAnd be not moved, sir : I shall bring you peace, gle sarcenet; thou royal ring-tail
, fit to fly at noOr never bring myself back.
ching but poor mens' poultry, and have every boy King. All the gods go with thee! [Exeunt. beat thee from that too with his bread and butter?
Pha. Gods keep me from these hell hounds! Enter an Old Captain and Citizens, with PHA 2 Cit. Shall's geld him, captain ? RAMOND.
Cap. No, you shall spare his dowcets, my dear Cap. Come, my brave myrmidons, let's fall on! donsels; as you respect the ladies, let them floulet our caps swarm, my boys, and your
nimble rish : The curses of a longing woman kill as tongues forget your mother's gibberish, of what speedy as a plague, boys. dy'e lack, and set your mouths up, children, i Cit. l'll have a leg, that's certain. till your palates fall frighted, half a fathom past 2 Cit. I'll have an arm. the cure of bay-salt and gross pepper. And then 3 Cit. I'll have his nose, and at mine own cry Philaster, brave Philaster! Let Philaster be charge build a college, and clap it upon the gate. deeper in request, my dingdongs, my pairs of dear 4 Cit. I'll have his little gut to string a kit indentures, kings of clubs, than your cold water with; for, certainly, a royal gut will sound like camlets, or your paintings spotted with copper. silver. Let not your hasty silks, or your branched cloth Pha. 'Would they were in thy belly, and I of bodkin, or your tissues, dearly beloved of spiced past my pain at once! cake and custard, your Robinhoods, Scarlets and 5 Cit. Good captain, let me have his liver to Johns, tie your affections in darkness to your feed ferrets. shops. No, dainty duckers, up with your three Cap. Who will have parcels else? speak. piled spirits, your wrought valours; and let your Pha. Good gods, consider me! I shall be toruncut choler make the king feel the measure of tured. your mightiness. Philaster! cry, my rose-nobles, i Cit. Captain, I'll give you the trimming of cry.
your two-hand sword, and let me have his skin All. Philaster! Philaster!
to make false scabbards. Cap. How do you like this, my lord prince? 2 Cit. He has no horns, sir, has he? These are mad boys, I tell you; these are things, Cap. No, sir, he's a pollard. What would'st that will not strike their top-sails to a foist; and thou do with horns ? let a man of war, an argosy, hull and cry cockles. 2 Cit. Oh, if he had, I would have made rare Pha. Why, you rude slave, do you know what hafts and whistles of them; but his shin-bones,
if they be sound, shall serve me. Cap. My pretty prince of puppets, we do know;
Enter PhilASTER. and give your greatness warning, that you talk no more such bug-words, or that soldered crown All. Long live Philaster, the brave prince Phishall be scratched with a musquet. Dear prince
laster! Pippen, down with your noble blood; or, as I Phi. I thank you, gentlemen. But why are live, I'll have you coddled. Let him loose, my
these spirits! Make us a round ring with your bills, Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your my Hectors, and let us see what this trim man
hands dares do. Now, sir, have at you! Here I lie, Uncivil trades? and with this swashing blow (do you sweat, Cap. My royal Rosiclear, prince?) I could hulk your grace, and hang you We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy roarers! up cross-legged, like a hare at a poulterer's, and And when thy noble body is in durance, do this with this wiper.
Thus do we clap our musty murrions on, Pha. You will not see me murdered, wicked And trace the streets in terror. Is it peace, villains ?
Thou Mars of men? Is the king sociable,