Chapter XCII: Act IV: Scene I.3230

_Enter_ KING, PHARAMOND, ARETHUSA, GALATEA, MEGRA, DION, CLEREMONT, THRASILINE, _and_ Attendants.

_King._ What, are the hounds before and all the woodmen?
Our horses ready and our bows bent?

_Dion._ All, sir.

_King._ [_to_ PHARAMOND.] You are cloudy, sir. Come, we have forgotten
Your venial trepass; let not that sit heavy
Upon your spirit; here’s none dare utter it. 5

_Dion._ He looks like an old surfeited stallion, dull as a dormouse.
See how he sinks! The wench has shot him between wind and water, and,
I hope, sprung a leak.

_Thra._ He needs no teaching, he strikes (10) sure enough. His
greatest fault is, he hunts too much in the purlieus; would he would
leave off poaching!

_Dion._ And for his horn, h’as left it at the lodge where he lay
late. Oh, he ’s a precious (15) limehound![3231] Turn him loose upon
the pursuit of a lady, and if he lose her, hang him up i’ the slip.
When my fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I ’ll borrow him.

_King._ Is your boy turn’d away? 20

_Are._ You did command, sir, and I obey’d you.

_King._ ’Tis well done. Hark ye further. [_They talk apart._]

_Cle._ Is ’t possible this fellow should repent? Methinks, that were
not noble in him; and (25) yet he looks like a mortified member,
as if he had a sick man’s salve[3232] in ’s mouth. If a worse man
had done this fault now, some physical[3233] justice or other would
presently (without the help of an almanack[3234]) have opened the
obstructions (30) of his liver, and let him blood with a dog-whip.

_Dion._ See, see how modestly yon lady looks, as if she came from
churching with her neighbours! Why, what a devil can a man see in 35
her face but that she ’s honest![3235]

_Thra._ Faith, no great matter to speak of; a foolish twinkling with
the eye, that spoils her coat;[3236] but he must be a cunning herald
that finds it. 40

_Dion._ See how they muster one another! Oh, there’s a rank regiment
where the devil carries the colours and his dam drum-major! Now the
world and the flesh come behind with the carriage.[3237] 45

_Cle._ Sure this lady has a good turn done her against her will;
before she was common talk, now none dare say cantharides[3238] can
stir her. Her face looks like a warrant, willing and commanding all
tongues, as they will answer it, (50) to be tied up and bolted when
this lady means to let herself loose. As I live, she has got her a
goodly protection and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly for
her health’s sake, once a week, excepting Lent and dog-days. Oh, 55
if they were to be got for money, what a great sum would come out of
the city for these licences!

_King._ To horse, to horse! we lose the morning, gentlemen.
_Exeunt._ 60

[SCENE II.][3239]

_Enter two_ Woodmen.

_1 Wood._ What, have you lodged the deer?

_2 Wood._ Yes, they are ready for the bow.

_1 Wood._ Who shoots?

_2 Wood._ The princess.

_1 Wood._ No, she ’ll hunt.

_2 Wood._ She ’ll take a stand, I say.

_1 Wood._ Who else?

_2 Wood._ Why, the young stranger-prince.

_1 Wood._ He shall shoot in a stone-bow[3240] for me. I never lov’d
his beyond-sea-ship since (10) he forsook the say,[3241] for paying
ten shillings. He was there at the fall of a deer, and would needs
(out of his mightiness) give ten groats for the dowcets; marry, his
steward would have the velvet-head[3242] into the bargain, to 15
turf[3243] his hat withal. I think he should love venery; he is an
old Sir Tristrem; for, if you be rememb’red, he forsook the stag once
to strike a rascal[3244] miching[3245] in a meadow, and her he kill’d
in the eye. Who shoots else? 20

_2 Wood._ The Lady Galatea.

_1 Wood._ That ’s a good wench, an she would not chide us for
tumbling of her women in the brakes. She ’s liberal, and by the Gods,
they say she ’s honest, and whether that be a (25) fault, I have
nothing to do. There ’s all?

_2 Wood._ No, one more; Megra.

_1 Wood._ That ’s a firker,[3246] i’ faith, boy. There ’s a wench
will ride her haunches as hard after a kennel of hounds as a hunting
(30) saddle, and when she comes home, get ’em clapt, and all is well
again. I have known her lose herself three times in one afternoon (if
the woods have been answerable),[3247] and it has been work enough
for one man to find her, and (35) he has sweat for it. She rides well
and she pays well. Hark! let’s go. _Exeunt._

_Enter_ PHILASTER.

_Phi._ Oh, that I had been nourish’d in these woods
With milk of goats and acorns, and not known
The right of crowns nor the dissembling trains
Of women’s looks; but digg’d myself a cave 41
Where I, my fire, my cattle, and my bed,
Might have been shut together in one shed;
And then had taken me some mountain-girl,
Beaten with winds, chaste as the hard’ned rocks 45
Whereon she dwelt, that might have strewed my bed
With leaves and reeds, and with the skins of beasts,
Our neighbours, and have borne at her big breasts
My large coarse issue! This had been a life
Free from vexation.

_Enter_ BELLARIO.

_Bel._ Oh, wicked men! 50
An innocent may walk safe among beasts;
Nothing assaults me here. See, my griev’d lord
Sits as his soul were searching out a way
To leave his body!—Pardon me, that must
Break thy last commandment; for I must speak. 55
You that are griev’d can pity; hear, my lord!

_Phi._ Is there a creature yet so miserable,
That I can pity?

_Bel._ Oh, my noble lord,
View my strange fortune, and bestow on me,
According to your bounty (if my service 60
Can merit nothing), so much as may serve
To keep that little piece I hold of life
From cold and hunger!

_Phi._ Is it thou? Be gone!
Go, sell those misbeseeming clothes thou wear’st,
And feed thyself with them. 65

_Bel._ Alas, my lord, I can get nothing for them!
The silly country-people think ’t is treason
To touch such gay things.

_Phi._ Now, by the gods, this is
Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight.
Thou ’rt fallen again to thy dissembling trade;
How shouldest thou think to cozen me again? 71
Remains there yet a plague untried for me?
Even so thou wept’st, and lookt’st, and spok’st when first
I took thee up.
Curse on the time! If thy commanding tears 75
Can work on any other, use thy art;
I ’ll not betray it. Which way wilt thou take,
That I may shun thee, for thine eyes are poison
To mine, and I am loth to grow in rage?
This way, or that way? 80

_Bel._ Any will serve; but I will choose to have
That path in chase that leads unto my grave. _Exeunt severally._

_Enter_ [_on one side_] DION, _and_ [_on the other_] _the two_ Woodmen.

_Dion._ This is the strangest sudden chance!—You, woodmen!

_1 Wood._ My lord Dion?

_Dion._ Saw you a lady come this way on a sable horse studded with
stars of white? 85

_1 Wood._ Was she not young and tall?

_Dion._ Yes. Rode she to the wood or to the plain?

_2 Wood._ Faith, my lord, we saw none. _Exeunt Woodmen._

_Dion._ Pox of your questions then!
_Enter_ CLEREMONT.
What, is she found?

_Cle._ Nor will be, I think. 90

_Dion._ Let him seek his daughter himself. She cannot stray about a
little necessary natural business, but the whole court must be in
arms. When she has done, we shall have peace.

_Cle._ There’s already a thousand fatherless (95) tales amongst
us. Some say, her horse ran away with her; some, a wolf pursued her;
others, ’t was a plot to kill her, and that arm’d men were seen in
the wood: but questionless she rode away willingly. 100

_Enter_ KING _and_ THRASILINE.

_King._ Where is she?

_Cle._ Sir, I cannot tell.

_King._ How’s that?
Answer me so again!

_Cle._ Sir, shall I lie?

_King._ Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that,
I say again, where is she? Mutter not!—
Sir, speak you; where is she?

_Dion._ Sir, I do not know. 105

_King._ Speak that again so boldly, and, by Heaven,
It is thy last!—You, fellows, answer me;
Where is she? Mark me, all; I am your king:
I wish to see my daughter; show her me;
I do command you all, as you are subjects, 110
To show her me! What! am I not your king?
If ay, then am I not to be obeyed?

_Dion._ Yes, if you command things possible and honest.

_King._ Things possible and honest! Hear me, thou,—
Thou traitor, that dar’st confine thy King to things 115
Possible and honest! Show her me,
Or, let me perish, if I cover not
All Sicily with blood!

_Dion._ Faith, I cannot,
Unless you tell me where she is.

_King._ You have betray’d me; you have let me lose 120
The jewel of my life. Go, bring her to me,
And set her here before me. ’Tis the king
Will have it so; whose breath can still the winds,
Uncloud the sun, charm down the swelling sea,
And stop the floods of heaven. Speak, can it not? 125

_Dion._ No.

_King._ No! cannot the breath of kings do this?

_Dion._ No; nor smell sweet itself, if once the lungs
Be but corrupted.

_King._ Is it so? Take heed!

_Dion._ Sir, take you heed how you dare the powers
That must be just.

_King._ Alas! what are we kings! 130
Why do you gods place us above the rest,
To be serv’d, flatter’d, and ador’d, till we
Believe we hold within our hands your thunder?
And when we come to try the power we have,
There’s not a leaf shakes at our threat’nings.
I have sinn’d, ’tis true, and here stand to be punish’d; 136
Yet would not thus be punish’d. Let me choose
My way, and lay it on!

_Dion._ [_Aside._] He articles with the gods. Would somebody would
draw bonds for the performance of covenants betwixt them! 141

_Enter_ PHARAMOND, GALATEA, _and_ MEGRA.

_King._ What, is she found?

_Pha._ No; we have ta’en her horse;
He gallopt empty by. There is some treason.
You, Galatea, rode with her into the wood;
Why left you her?

_Gal._ She did command me. 145

_King._ Command! you should not.

_Gal._ ’Twould ill become my fortunes and my birth
To disobey the daughter of my king.

_King._ You ’re all cunning to obey us for our hurt;
But I will have her.

_Pha._ If I have her not, 150
By this hand, there shall be no more Sicily.

_Dion._ [_Aside._] What, will he carry it to Spain in ’s pocket?

_Pha._ I will not leave one man alive, but the king,
A cook, and a tailor. 154

_Dion._ [_Aside._] Yes; you may do well to spare your lady-bedfellow;
and her you may keep for a spawner.

_King._ [_Aside._] I see the injuries I have done must be reveng’d.

_Dion._ Sir, this is not the way to find her out.

_King._ Run all, disperse yourselves. The man that finds her, 160
Or (if she be kill’d) the traitor, I’ll make him great.

_Dion._ I know some would give five thousand pounds to find her.

_Pha._ Come, let us seek.

_King._ Each man a several way; here I myself.

_Dion._ Come, gentlemen, we here. 165

_Cle._ Lady, you must go search too.

_Meg._ I had rather be search’d myself. _Exeunt_ [_severally_].

[SCENE III.][3248]

_Enter_ ARETHUSA.

_Are._ Where am I now? Feet, find me out a way,
Without the counsel of my troubled head.
I’ll follow you boldly about these woods,
O’er mountains, thorough brambles, pits, and floods.
Heaven, I hope, will ease me: I am sick. _Sits down._ 5

_Enter_ BELLARIO.

_Bel._ [_Aside._] Yonder ’s my lady. God knows I want nothing,
Because I do not wish to live; yet I
Will try her charity.—Oh hear, you have plenty!
From that flowing store drop some on dry ground.—See,
The lively red is gone to guard her heart! 10
I fear she faints.—Madam, look up!—She breathes not.—
Open once more those rosy twins, and send
Unto my lord your latest farewell!—Oh, she stirs.—
How is it, Madam? Speak comfort.

_Are._ ’T is not gently done,
To put me in a miserable life, 15
And hold me there. I prithee, let me go;
I shall do best without thee; I am well.

_Enter_ PHILASTER.

_Phi._ I am to blame to be so much in rage.
I ’ll tell her coolly when and where I heard
This killing truth. I will be temperate 20
In speaking, and as just in hearing.——
Oh, monstrous! Tempt me not, you gods! good gods,
Tempt not a frail man! What ’s he, that has a heart,
But he must ease it here!

_Bel._ My lord, help, help! The princess! 25

_Are._ I am well: forbear.

_Phi._ [_Aside._] Let me love lightning, let me be embrac’d
And kist by scorpions, or adore the eyes
Of basilisks, rather than trust the tongues
Of hell-bred women! Some good god look down, 30
And shrink these veins up! Stick me here a stone,
Lasting to ages in the memory
Of this damn’d act!—Hear me, you wicked ones!
You have put hills of fire into this breast,
Not to be quench’d with tears; for which may guilt 35
Sit on your bosoms! At your meals and beds
Despair await you! What, before my face?
Poison of asps between your lips! Diseases
Be your best issues! Nature make a curse,
And throw it on you!

_Are._ Dear Philaster, leave 40
To be enrag’d, and hear me.

_Phi._ I have done;
Forgive my passion. Not the calmed sea,
When Aeolus locks up his windy brood,
Is less disturb’d than I. I ’ll make you know ’t.
Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword, _Offers his drawn sword._ 45
And search how temperate a heart I have;
Then you and this your boy may live and reign
In lust without control.—Wilt thou, Bellario?
I prithee kill me; thou art poor, and may’st 49
Nourish ambitious thoughts; when I am dead,
Thy way were freer. Am I raging now?
If I were mad, I should desire to live.
Sirs,[3249] feel my pulse, whether you have known
A man in a more equal tune to die.

_Bel._ Alas, my lord, your pulse keeps madman’s time! 55
So does your tongue.

_Phi._ You will not kill me, then?

_Are._ Kill you!

_Bel._ Not for the world.

_Phi._ I blame not thee,
Bellario; thou hast done but that which gods
Would have transform’d themselves to do. Be gone,
Leave me without reply; this is the last 60
Of all our meetings—(_Exit_ BELLARIO.) Kill me with this sword;
Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two
Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do,
Or suffer. 64

_Are._ If my fortune be so good to let me fall
Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death.
Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders,
No jealousy in the other world; no ill there?

_Phi._ No.

_Are._ Show me, then, the way. 70

_Phi._ Then guide my feeble hand,
You that have power to do it, for I must
Perform a piece of justice!—If your youth
Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers
Short and effectual reconcile you to it. 75

_Are._ I am prepared.

_Enter a_ Country Fellow.

_C. Fell._ I ’ll see the King, if be he in the forest; I have hunted
him these two hours. If I should come home and not see him, my
sisters would laugh at me. I can see nothing (80) but people better
hors’d than myself, that outride me; I can hear nothing but shouting.
These kings had need of good brains; this whooping is able to put a
mean man out of his wits. There ’s a courtier with his sword 85
drawn; by this hand, upon a woman, I think!

_Phi._ Are you at peace?

_Are._ With heaven and earth.

_Phi._ May they divide thy soul and body! _Wounds her._

_C. Fell._ Hold, dastard! strike a woman! Thou ’rt a craven. I
warrant thee, thou (90) wouldst be loth to play half a dozen
venies[3250] at wasters[3251] with a good fellow for a broken head.

_Phi._ Leave us, good friend.

_Are._ What ill-bred man art thou, to intrude thyself
Upon our private sports, our recreation? 95

_C. Fell._ God ’uds[3252] me, I understand you not; but
I know the rogue has hurt you.

_Phi._ Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill
To multiply blood upon my head; which thou
Wilt force me to. 100

_C. Fell._ I know not your rhetoric; but I can lay it on, if you
touch the woman.

_Phi._ Slave, take what thou deservest! _They fight._

_Are._ Heavens guard my lord!

_C. Fell._ Oh, do you breathe? 104

_Phi._ I hear the tread of people. I am hurt.
The gods take part against me: could this boor
Have held me thus else? I must shift for life,
Though I do loathe it. I would find a course
To lose it rather by my will than force. _Exit._

_C. Fell._ I cannot follow the rogue. I pray thee, wench, come and
kiss me now. 111

_Enter_ PHARAMOND, DION, CLEREMONT, THRASILINE, _and_ Woodmen.

_Pha._ What art thou?

_C. Fell._ Almost kill’d I am for a foolish woman; a knave has hurt
her. 114

_Pha._ The princess, gentlemen!—Where ’s the wound, madam! Is it
dangerous?

_Are._ He has not hurt me.

_C. Fell._ By God, she lies; h’as hurt her in the breast;
Look else.

_Pha._ O sacred spring of innocent blood!

_Dion._ ’T is above wonder! Who should dare this? 120

_Are._ I felt it not.

_Pha._ Speak, villain, who has hurt the princess?

_C. Fell._ Is it the princess?

_Dion._ Ay.

_C. Fell._ Then I have seen something yet. 125

_Pha._ But who has hurt her?

_C. Fell._ I told you, a rogue; I ne’er saw him before, I.

_Pha._ Madam, who did it?

_Are._ Some dishonest wretch;
Alas, I know him not, and do forgive him!

_C. Fell._ He ’s hurt too; he cannot go far; (130) I made my father’s
old fox[3253] fly about his ears.

_Pha._ How will you have me kill him?

_Are._ Not at all; ’t is some distracted fellow.

_Pha._ By this hand, I ’ll leave ne’er a piece of him bigger than a
nut, and bring him (135) all to you in my hat.

_Are._ Nay, good sir.
If you do take him, bring him quick[3254] to me,
And I will study for a punishment
Great as his fault. 140

_Pha._ I will.

_Are._ But swear.

_Pha._ By all my love, I will.——
Woodmen, conduct the princess to the King,
And bear that wounded fellow to dressing.——
Come, gentlemen, we ’ll follow the chase close.

_Exeunt_ [_on one side_] PHARAMOND, DION, CLEREMONT, _and_ THRASILINE; [_exit on the other_] ARETHUSA [_attended by_] 1 Woodman.

_C. Fell._ I pray you, friend, let me see (145) the King.

_2 Wood._ That you shall, and receive thanks.

_C. Fell._ If I get clear with this, I ’ll go see no more gay sights.
_Exeunt._ 150

[SCENE IV.][3255]

_Enter_ BELLARIO.

_Bel._ A heaviness near death sits on my brow,
And I must sleep. Bear me, thou gentle bank,
For ever, if thou wilt. You sweet ones all, [_Lies down._]
Let me unworthy press you; I could wish
I rather were a corse strew’d o’er with you 5
Than quick above you. Dulness[3256] shuts mine eyes,
And I am giddy: oh, that I could take
So sound a sleep that I might never wake! [_Sleeps._]

_Enter_ PHILASTER.

_Phi._ I have done ill; my conscience calls me false
To strike at her that would not strike at me. 10
When I did fight, methought I heard her pray
The gods to guard me. She may be abus’d,
And I a loathed villain; if she be,
She will conceal who hurt her. He has wounds
And cannot follow; neither knows he me. 15
Who ’s this? Bellario sleeping! If thou be’st
Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep
Should be so sound, and mine, whom thou hast wrong’d,
So broken. (_Cry within._) Hark! I am pursued. You gods
I ’ll take this offer’d means of my escape. 20
They have no mark to know me but my blood,
If she be true; if false, let mischief light
On all the world at once! Sword, print my wounds
Upon this sleeping boy! I ha’ none, I think,
Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. _Wounds Bellario._ 25

_Bel._ Oh. death, I hope, is come! Blest be that hand!
It meant me well. Again, for pity’s sake!

_Phi._ I have caught myself; _Falls._
The loss of blood hath stay’d my flight. Here, here, 29
Is he that struck thee: take thy full revenge;
Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death;
I ’ll teach thee to revenge. This luckless hand
Wounded the princess; tell my followers[3257]
Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me,
And I will second thee; get a reward. 35

_Bel._ Fly, fly, my lord, and save yourself!

_Phi._ How ’s this?
Wouldst thou I should be safe?

_Bel._ Else were it vain
For me to live. These little wounds I have
Ha’ not bled much. Reach me that noble hand;
I ’ll help to cover you.

_Phi._ Art thou then true to me? 40

_Bel._ Or let me perish loath’d! Come, my good lord,
Creep in amongst those bushes; who does know
But that the gods may save your much-lov’d breath?

_Phi._ Then I shall die for grief, if not for this,
That I have wounded thee. What wilt thou do? 45

_Bel._ Shift for myself well. Peace! I hear ’em come.
[PHILASTER _creeps into a bush_.]
[_Voices_] _within._ Follow, follow, follow! that way they went.

_Bel._ With my own wounds I ’ll bloody my own sword.
I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows
That I can stand no longer. _Falls._ 50

_Enter_ PHARAMOND, DION, CLEREMONT, _and_ THRASILINE.

_Pha._ To this place we have trackt him by his blood.

_Cle._ Yonder, my lord, creeps one away.

_Dion._ Stay, sir! what are you?

_Bel._ A wretched creature, wounded in these woods 54
By beasts. Relieve me, if your names be men,
Or I shall perish.

_Dion._ This is he, my lord,
Upon my soul, that hurt her. ’T is the boy.
That wicked boy, that serv’d her.

_Pha._ Oh, thou damn’d
In thy creation! What cause couldst thou shape
To hurt the princess?

_Bel._ Then I am betrayed. 60

_Dion._ Betrayed! No, apprehended,

_Bel._ I confess,
(Urge it no more) that, big with evil thoughts
I set upon her, and did make my aim,
Her death. For charity let fall at once
The punishment you mean, and do not load 65
This weary flesh with tortures.

_Pha._ I will know
Who hir’d thee to this deed.

_Bel._ Mine own revenge.

_Pha._ Revenge! for what?

_Bel._ It pleas’d her to receive
Me as her page and, when my fortunes ebb’d,
That men strid o’er them careless, she did shower 70
Her welcome graces on me, and did swell
My fortunes till they overflow’d their banks,
Threat’ning the men that crost ’em; when, as swift
As storms arise at sea, she turn’d her eyes
To burning suns upon me, and did dry 75
The streams she had bestow’d, leaving me worse
And more contemn’d than other little brooks,
Because I had been great. In short, I knew
I could not live, and therefore did desire
To die reveng’d.

_Pha._ If tortures can be found 80
Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel
The utmost rigour. PHILASTER _creeps out of the bush._

_Cle._ Help to lead him hence.

_Phi._ Turn back, you ravishers of innocence!
Know ye the price of that you bear away
So rudely?

_Pha._ Who ’s that?

_Dion._ ’T is the Lord Philaster. 85

_Phi._ ’T is not the treasure of all kings in one,
The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl
That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh down
That virtue. It was I that hurt the princess.
Place me, some god, upon a pyramis[3258] 90
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice
Loud as your thunder to me, that from hence
I may discourse to all the under-world
The worth that dwells in him!

_Pha._ How ’s this?

_Bel._ My lord, some man
Weary of life, that would he glad to die. 95

_Phi._ Leave these untimely courtesies, Bellario.

_Bel._ Alas, he ’s mad! Come, will you lead me on?

_Phi._ By all the oaths that men ought most to keep,
And gods to punish most when men do break,
He touch’d her not.—Take heed, Bellario, 100
How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown
With perjury.—By all that ’s good, ’t was I!
You know she stood betwixt me and my right.

_Pha._ Thy own tongue be thy judge!

_Cle._ It was Philaster.

_Dion._ Is ’t not a brave boy? 105
Well, sirs, I fear me we were all deceived.

_Phi._ Have I no friend here?

_Dion._ Yes.

_Phi._ Then show it: some
Good body lend a hand to draw us nearer.
Would you have tears shed for you when you die?
Then lay me gently on his neck, that there 110
I may weep floods and breathe forth my spirit.
’T is not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold [_Embraces Bel_.]
Lockt in the heart of earth, can buy away
This arm-full from me; this had been a ransom 114
To have redeem’d the great Augustus Cæsar,
Had he been taken. You hard-hearted men,
More stony than these mountains, can you see
Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your flesh
To stop his life, to bind whose bitter wounds.
Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears 120
Bathe ’em?—Forgive me, thou that art the wealth
Of poor Philaster!

_Enter_ KING, ARETHUSA, _and_ Guard.

_King._ Is the villain ta’en?

_Pha._ Sir, here be two confess the deed; but sure
It was Philaster.

_Phi._ Question it no more;
It was.

_King._ The fellow that did fight with him, 125
Will tell us that.

_Are._ Aye me! I know he will.

_King._ Did not you know him?

_Are._ Sir, if it was he,
He was disguis’d.

_Phi._ I was so.—Oh, my stars,
That I should live still. _Aside._

_King._ Thou ambitious fool,
Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life!—
Now I do mean to do, I’ll leave to talk. 131
Bear them to prison.

_Are._ Sir, they did plot together to take hence
This harmless life; should it pass unreveng’d,
I should to earth go weeping. Grant me, then,
By all the love a father bears his child, 135
Their custodies, and that I may appoint
Their tortures and their deaths.

_Dion._ Death! Soft; our law will not reach that for this fault.

_King._ ’T is granted; take ’em to you with a guard.— 140
Come, princely Pharamond, this business past,
We may with security go on
To your intended match.
[_Exeunt all except_ DION, CLEREMONT, _and_ THRASILINE.]

_Cle._ I pray that this action lose not Philaster the hearts of the
people. 145

_Dion._ Fear it not; their over-wise heads will think it but a trick.
_Exeunt._