Actus
Primus
.
Enter
Basilius
,
Philonax
and
Calander
.
Philon.
SIr
yet
be
gracious
and
heare
them
pray
That
beg
not
for
their
owne
,
but
for
your
safety
And
honor
of
your
state
which
eclipse
In
your
long
darke
and
melancholly
life
,
We
want
you
at
the
helme
.
Our
duties
bind
us
tell
you
tis
unnaturall
To
bury
your selfe
alive
,
the
people
call
For
their
owne
King
to
governe
,
the'ile
forget
To
pray
for
you
if
you
continue
thus
A
stranger
to
em
Cal.
Or
if
not
for
them
Which
every
good
king
makes
his
care
as
being
A
steward
to
provide
them
all
earthly
blessings
,
Yet
for
the
other
part
of
you
,
our
Mistris
That
sleepes
within
your
boosome
,
and
not
made
For
such
a
conversation
,
returne
And
warme
your
thoughts
agen
,
about
which
all
Your
servants
like
so
many
pictures
gaze
At
one
another
,
but
want
motion
,
and
take
up
Roome
ith
Chambers
of
your
Court
,
like
Arras
Philon
Have
a
compassion
to
our
daughters
sir
Kill
not
your
hopes
in
their
restraint
Cal.
What
cage
Can
please
the
birds
Created
for
skie
freedome
?
Philon.
How
can
you
see
your
eldest
child
Pamela
Spend
her
best
part
of
time
with
such
a
rude
And
ignorant
hinde
as
the
unbred
Dametas
?
A
Lady
of
a
high
and
active
soule
,
Bas.
No
more
Philon.
Our
duties
bids
us
tell
you
this
.
Bas.
Hast
thou
forgotten
Philonax
,
or
made
a
better
glosse
upon
the
Oracle
?
Should
we
remaine
in
Court
and
let
our
daughters
Be
in
the
sight
of
the
admiring
world
Reade
that
paper
,
and
be
not
partiall
Philonax
Philonax
reads
Thy
eldest
Care
shall
from
thy
carefull
face
By
princely
meane
be
stolne
and
yet
not
lost
The
younger
shall
with
natures
blisse
embrace
An
uncoch
love
,
which
nature
hateth
most
Both
these
themselves
unto
two
such
shall
wed
That
at
a
Beere
,
as
at
a
barre
shall
plead
Why
ile
thee
a
living
man
they
have
made
dead
,
In
thine
owne
seate
a
forraigne
state
shall
sit
And
ere
that
all
these
blowes
thy
head
shall
sit
Thou
with
thy
wife
adultery
shall
commit
.
Bas.
Canst
blame
me
now
?
I
should
reioyce
to
see
My
daughters
happy
mothers
,
but
since
their
Fate
must
be
ripened
with
my
blood
,
their
pride
Rooted
in
my
grave
,
and
that
untimely
,
tis
Wisdome
to
keepe
'em
vrigins
.
I
me
resolu'd
Enter
Gynaecia
,
Philoclea
and
Pyrocles
.
Cal.
Your
queene
and
Ladies
Bas.
Vanish
all
discontent
,
Madam
this
place
Is
emptie
of
all
royall
entertainement
Your
worth
may
Challenge
,
but
since
fate
allowes
not
A
Courtly
life
which
best
may
answer
your
High
birth
spirit
,
let
your
vertue
guide
you
To
accept
of
what
we
tender
,
Pyr.
This
my
Lord
Exceeds
all
merrit
heere
,
it
was
the
blisse
I
aimd
at
to
be
acquainted
with
your
goodnesse
I
am
your
humble
servant
Bas.
Such
a
title
Would
rather
become
me
,
call
me
so
Lady
And
stile
me
above
Kings
,
while
I
write
yours
Philon.
If
your
grace
Could
call
him
from
this
life
you'd
melt
the
hearts
Of
your
subjects
into
prayers
for
you
Gyne.
I
thanke
your
care
but
hees
mexorable
Cal.
Alas
deere
princesse
can
you
brooke
these
grove
:
Has
not
a
pallace
something
more
of
pleasure
?
Phi.
This
shall
be
so
to
mee
while
tis
my
fathers
,
Cal.
I
ha
not
seene
a
goodlier
person
,
how
Came
she
admitted
?
she
is
gracious
with
the
king
Phi.
She
has
a
charme
to
win
from
all
the
world
Philon.
I
have
read
the
Amazons
discrib'd
so
Pyr.
Good
my
Lord
.
Bas.
These
lippes
had
he
that
robd
the
dragon
of
The
golden
Apples
,
but
once
seene
he
would
Ha
wish'd
to
ha
gatherd
fruit
heere
,
and
esteemd
The
gaine
of
one
sweet
kisse
reward
sufficient
For
all
his
twelve
hard
labors
Pyr.
Sir
your
grace
Is
pleasantly
dispos'd
to
make
my
person
The
subject
of
your
mirth
Bas
And
had
those
Creatures
,
Booke
blinded
men
,
that
dreame
of
other
worlds
Tell
of
Elizian
blessings
,
know
the
joyes
Are
in
your
love
they
would
have
lost
themselves
As
I
have
done
in
speculation
Pyr.
You
make
me
blush
to
heare
you
Bas.
Theres
no
action
Dares
so
affright
your
blood
,
to
talke
,
why
Lady
There
be
those
men
and
women
great
and
good
Have
found
no
shame
in
telling
of
their
loves
Nay
in
the
acting
Pyr.
Give
me
leave
to
tell
you
You
are
not
modest
if
I
understand
you
A
King
give
breath
to
such
foule
thoughts
,
Your
every
action
should
be
a
starr
To
guide
your
subjects
,
if
you
loose
your
piety
What
wickednesse
have
they
not
hence
for
If
the
devotion
of
your
service
be
To
such
a
friend
as
Lust
(
as
what
name
else
Can
it
deserve
)
let
those
whose
hearts
are
lost
In
sinne
be
tempted
to
dishonor
,
I
Abhor
the
thought
,
pardon
me
royall
sir
I
hope
these
are
but
trialls
,
if
I
thought
There
had
been
such
a
levity
in
men
Thus
to
provoke
you
Bas.
Smooth
thy
brow
agen
Or
I
shall
neede
no
other
punishment
Theres
death
too
much
in
that
;
Philocles
Pyr.
That
name
sounds
all
my
comfort
,
and
I
must
Dispaire
to
tell
her
so
,
I
was
to
blame
To
be
so
peremptorie
,
would
I
were
agen
;
To
shape
my
answer
Bas.
Noble
Lady
.
Pyr.
Sir
Bas.
That
smile
has
put
me
out
,
oh
looke
thus
ever
I
was
studying
a
new
complement
to
begg
Thy
excuse
Pyr.
If
you
brought
no
offence
there
needes
none
sir
I
must
suppose
your
love
,
love
is
noble
chaste
Bas.
You
will
finde
that
hereafter
,
oh
Zelmane
.
Would
thou
couldst
tell
the
meaning
of
my
sighes
Pyr.
You
can
expresse
them
.
Bas.
Not
I
Pyr.
Choose
another
to
speake
them
for
you
And
yet
I
want
an
or
at
or
to
tell
you
What
I
would
say
,
how ere
I
seeme
Bas.
Dost
blesse
me
Pyr.
Theres
something
wants
a
tongue
,
but
for
your
passions
I
should
not
thinke
they
would
carry
so
much
discord
To
any
virgin
care
delivered
by
a
woman
There
is
a
Way
to
meete
a
gentle
audience
.
At
least
not
harsh
disdaine
,
did
your
faire
daughter
Philoclea
the
volume
of
all
sweetnes
Pleade
halfe
your
suit
,
altho
it
borderd
on
Something
not
altogether
just
,
her
tongue
Might
perchance
guide
it
,
but
I
am
confident
Your
ends
are
noble
Bas.
Theres
a
lightening
yet
Of
comfort
,
happiest
Lady
I
will
study
.
How
to
be
worthy
of
this
grace
,
Gyne.
You
are
expected
at
the
pastoralls
Philon.
We
take
our
leaves
my
Lord
againe
beseeching
Your
pardon
for
our
bouldnesse
to
reduce
you
To
your
owne
spheare
of
greatnes
Bas.
Doe
you
continue
Faithfull
to
your
employments
,
and
deserve
of
us
And
of
your
Country
;
come
Zelmane
There
are
some
sports
which
you
must
grace
Pyr.
I
waite
a
servant
to
your
commands
Gy.
Come
sweete
Zelmane
Pyr.
Come
sweetest
of
thy
sex
Phi.
Tis
pittie
nature
.
Made
thee
not
a
man
,
this
complement
Would
then
become
you
Exeunt
.
Enter
Pamela
and
Mopsa
.
Pam.
Mopsa
you
are
to
coy
in
my
opinion
Tho
I
confesse
your
beauty
may
deserve
As
much
as
any
;
Dorus
tho
he
be
Your
fathers
servant
,
hee's
a
hansome
shepheard
And
not
to
be
dispised
.
Mop.
Dispised
,
cannot
a
virgin
love
a
young
man
I
pray
but
she
must
dispise
him
.
Pam.
You
should
then
with
some
smiles
encourage
him
.
Mop.
Smoyles
,
let
me
alone
to
smoile
,
and
something
else
when
we
are
alone
;
if
I
thought
he
did
not
love
me
,
I
know
What
I
know
Pam.
Alas
poore
man
he
cannot
sleepe
for
you
he
saies
,
Mop.
Nay
and
I
were
a bed
with
him
he
should
not
sleepe
so
long
as
his
eyes
were
open
,
I'de
watch
him
for
that
,
but
doe
you
thinke
my
father
would
let
us
couple
in
matrimony
as
they
say
,
he
has
never
a
sonne
but
I
and
I
am
his
onely
daughter
.
Pam.
Make
no
scruple
of
that
,
if
you
can
finde
in
your
heart
to
love
him
,
in
the
name
of
Cupid
goe
together
,
for
ought
I
perceive
your
father
houlds
a
good
opinion
of
him
,
marry
I
know
not
how
your
mother
is
inclinde
Enter
Musidorus
.
Mop.
Whoope
my
mothers
a
scould
Pam.
Heres
your
sweete
heart
,
Looke
you
make
much
of
him
,
poore
Gentleman
How
love
is
abie
to
transport
,
who
could
Expect
so
rich
a
guest
in
that
poore
dwelling
Oh
how ere
the
windes
compell
him
,
or
the
streame
Into
whose
troubled
waves
he
has
launch'd
forth
This
way
he
steeres
his
love
,
yet
I
seeme
ignorant
.
Mus.
My
deerest
Mopsa
Mop.
Deere
;
I
never
cost
you
anything
Mus.
I
know
not
At
what
expence
of
fortunes
were
I
able
I
should
be
willing
to
make
purchase
of
you
But
I'me
sure
you
have
already
cost
my
heart
And
yet
I
find
yours
made
of
Marble
Which
neither
pitty
nor
my
prayers
can
soften
,
Sweete
Madam
pleade
for
me
,
one
gracious
word
From
you
would
make
me
happie
,
let
one
beame
Shoot
from
your
eye
,
and
it
will
strike
a
spring
Into
that
frozen
peece
of
earth
,
and
make
it
A
bower
for
love
to
sport
in
,
'tis
in
you
To
unarme
her
noble
heart
,
there's
too
much
steele
And
gentle
love
in
vaine
attempts
to
fasten
The
softer
blowes
.
Pam.
Mopsa
take
heed
,
your
Shepheard
can
speake
well
And
if
he
be
honest
Menalcus
brother
And
heire
,
I
know
no
reason
why
you
should
Thinke
scorne
of
him
.
Mop.
But
for
all
his
queint
speeches
Ile
keepe
my
honestie
close
enough
I
warrant
you
Mus.
Why
should
you
be
so
cruell
,
nature
made
Your
face
the
onely
object
of
mans
wonder
Mop.
Does
my
face
looke
like
a
flapiack
?
Mus.
Is't
possible
there
can
be
a
soule
so
hard
So
vnrelenting
dwell
in
that
faire
body
?
If
you
knew
the
truth
of
my
affection
and
with
what
Religion
it
lookes
upon
your
vertues
.
'T
would
teach
your
eye
compassion
,
gracious
princesse
Let
the
distressed
Dorus
gaine
this
mercy
From
you
that
with
the
blessednes
of
your
White
hand
reaching
to
Mopsa
this
poore
toy
Which
late
I
found
my
love
may
cherish
hope
At
last
to
be
accepted
Mop.
Oh
fine
what's
that
Madam
?
Pam.
You
must
yet
be
a
little
coy
to
receive
it
Mop.
I
wonot
have
it
,
and
he
would
give
it
me
Pam.
A
rich
Iewell
the
figure
of
a
Crabfish
Mus.
The
trew
emblem
of
my
loves
pace
which
lookes
another
way
To
that
it
moves
,
she
cannot
but
distinguish
Whether
I
would
direct
my
heart
,
her
eyes
Are
fixt
upon't
,
and
my
poore
soule
could
heere
Star-gaze
for
ever
Pam.
By
force
not
choyce
—
all
his
desire
is
Mopsa
Tow
in
your
grace
by
my
presenting
it
Mop.
Ile
take
it
for
your
sake
,
I
wonot
thanke
him
Mus.
She
has
no
apprehension
,
with
what
A
calme
and
carelesse
temper
does
she
give
it
Enter
Dametas
Dame.
Madam
Pamela
,
oh
are
you
there
,
tis
well
Pam.
Whats
the
matter
?
Dame.
I
me
out
of
breath
,
let
me
walke
my selfe
a
little
Pam.
What
haste
does
tire
you
?
Dam.
Tire
me
,
I
am
no
woman
,
keepe
your
tires
to
your selfe
Nor
am
I
Pericles
prince
of
Tyre
.
Pam
I
doe
beleeve
it
,
heaven
make
you
an
honest
subject
,
For
a
wise
one
,
I
dispaire
to
see
you
.
Dam.
Am
I
the
subject
of
your
talke
?
But
I
give
you
leave
to
use
your
tongue
,
y'are
a
woman
,
Dorus
what
make
you
ideling
heere
?
is
the
field
dung'd
as
I
gave
Directions
,
and
the
Calfe
with
the
white
face
brought
home
to
execution
?
Mus.
I
was
carefull
in
my
dutie
.
Pam.
Beleeve
me
governor
there
is
much
hope
of
your
servant
,
Dam.
I
,
governour
becomes
you
,
I
like
it
well
when
you
carry
an
M
vnder
your
girdle
,
our
govern
,
he
will
do
pritty
well
in
time
,
when
I
have
taught
him
the
manners
of
the
Cart
,
he
begins
whistle
in
tune
already
,
and
can
curry
favour
with
the
horses
,
but
now
I
remember
my selfe
I
forgot
what
I
came
hither
for
,
oh
dee
heare
tis
the
king
your
fathers
pleasure
and
mine
,
that
you
make
haste
to
the
lodge
.
Pam.
Ile
attend
Dam.
There
will
be
gambolls
to
please
my
Lady
Salamandor
.
Pam.
Zelmane
you
would
say
.
Dam.
I
care
not
what
you
say
,
but
if
you
meane
to
heare
the
Dances
and
see
the
fine
songs
you
must
make
haste
;
Dorus
you
shall
have
leave
to
shake
your
heeles
,
looke
you
be
mannerly
,
and
shew
a
cleane
calf
,
Mopsa
whats
that
you
ha
got
there
?
Mop.
A
fine
thing
our
man
Dorus
game
,
he
saies
tis
a
fish
Dam.
Tis
a
Codds
head
ist
not
,
much
came
how
you
by
this
Mus.
Following
the
plow
I
found
it
.
Dam.
Would
all
my
acres
were
sowne
with
such
,
vmh
dores
he
throw
his
stones
at
thee
already
,
well
set
forward
,
if
thou
diest
before
me
Dorus
Ile
make
some body
mine
heire
;
if
I
out
live
thee
,
I
wonot
say
what
legacie
I
meane
to
bestow
upon
thee
,
Continue
thy
dutie
Dorus
and
follow
me
with
a
reverence
.
Exeunt
Enter
Basilius
,
Gynecia
,
Pyrocles
,
Pamela
,
Philoclea
,
Mopsa
,
Musidorus
,
a
Shepheards
.
Bas.
Ladies
our
revells
wants
the
state
and
glory
With
which
the
Court
delights
might
charme
your
senses
Our
sceane
is
naturall
but
interpret
fairely
'twas
meant
A
cure
for
times
sicke
feathers
,
and
your
mirth
,
Gy.
Virtue
will
prompt
you
to
Accept
what
was
intended
for
your
service
Yet
'tis
within
my
wishes
to
salute
you
With
other
testimony
of
your
welcome
.
Pyr.
I
kisse
your
white
hand
,
Gy.
Every
touch
conveies
a
firce
spirit
through
my
blood
I
shall
betray
my
suffering
,
and
through
my
eyes
Let
out
my
heart
,
Philoclea
sit
Phi.
Wilt
please
you
rest
your selfe
?
Pyr.
Dwell
heere
for
ever
I
am
now
but
one
degree
from
heaven
,
Phi.
Since
you
imagine
you
are
so
neere
,
it
is
no
sin
I
hope
to
entreate
you
staie
with
us
a
little
,
I
would
Wish
tho
to
make
you
blest
with
too
hastie
a
remove
.
Pyr.
You
are
all
goodnes
,
oh
that
I
durst
but
give
Some
liberty
to
my
imprisoned
thoughts
Gy.
Philoclea
you
hinder
the
faire
stranger
.
Pyr.
Pardon
me
that
am
her
trouble
rather
Bas.
She
should
want
vertue
to
call
you
so
,
but
they
begin
Dametas
is
the
steward
for
this
dayes
mirth
I
see
.
Enter
Dametas
And
meanes
to
bring
in
the
first
course
.
Dam.
Cupid
is
blind
some
say
but
there
are
lyes
Abroad
,
for
Cupid
never
wanted
eyes
He
is
a
Deity
with
bow
and
arrow
And
he
can
pirce
with
it
the
very
marrow
And
never
hurt
the
bones
,
ist
not
a
wonder
.
That
flaming
Ice
should
cut
mans
heart
in
sunder
,
Enter
Cupid
Shepheard
Musedo
.
Mopsa
and
Miso
:
Behold
the
Dandiprat
that
liv'd
at
Court
.
But
is
come
hether
to
make
country
sport
A
wooddy
god
;
but
yet
a
very
Coult
Among
the
maids
who
feele
his
furious
boult
.
Now
Cupid
speake
thy selfe
or
while
they
play
Sing
if
you
please
I
ha'not
more
to
say
.
Cupid
.
Tell
me
tydings
of
my
mother
.
Shepheards
,
and
be
Cupids
brother
Downe
from
heaven
we
came
together
With
swanns
speede
came
she
not
hither
?
But
what
Lady
have
I
spyde
.
Iust
so
was
my
mother
eyde
Such
her
smiles
wherein
I
dwelt
In
those
lips
have
I
been
felt
Those
the
pillowes
of
her
brest
Which
gave
Cupid
so
much
rest
.
'Tis
she
'tis
she
make
holyday
Shepheards
Carroll
Dance
and
play
'Tis
Venus
it
can
be
no
other
Cupid
now
has
found
his
mother
Gy.
This
was
your
poetrie
,
Zelmane
You
are
beholding
to
him
,
he
would
make
You
another
I
see
,
Bas.
Gynecia
Gy.
I
am
silent
—
Philoclea
is
too
neere
I
am
not
well
'oth
sudden
,
breake
off
your
mirth
Bas.
What
ayles
Gynecia
?
Gy.
My
heart
is
sicke
Pyr.
Forbid
it
heaven
Bas.
Retire
,
come
my
Zelmane
Pyr.
I
attend
Bas.
Looke
to
your
charge
Dametas
Exeunt
.
Pam.
I
have
a
pretious
time
;
will
you
pace
it
governor
?
Dam.
Trot
,
amble
or
gallop
Ile
runne
in
your
hand
Lady
.
Exit
.
Mop.
Come
Dorus
Mus.
Your
humble
servant
Exeunt
.
Pyr.
Thou
art
cruell
.
To
an
innocent
bosome
love
,
there
is
no
way
Within
thy
power
to
save
me
,
oh
Philoclea
Where
shall
I
coole
my
heart
,
oh
if
there
be
One
shaft
can
kill
,
good
Cupid
ayme
at
me
.
Exit
.
Actus
Secundus
.
Enter
Gynecia
and
Miso
.
Mi.
I
warrant
you
Madam
they
shall
have
good
lucke
if
they
whisper
together
in
my
hearing
,
Gy.
Where
is
Zelmane
?
Miso
.
In
some
of
the
Arbours
,
she
tooke
a
Lute
abroad
with
her
but
I
left
Philoclea
with
her
father
Gy.
Prithee
be
carefull
and
watch
them
well
good
Miso
Miso
.
They
shano't
scape
me
,
Ile
watch
their
waters
narrowlie
I
warrant
you
.
Exit
.
Gy.
I
see
through
his
disguise
'tis
so
,
and
love
Hath
put
this
shape
on
him
for
Philoclea
,
In
what
a
miserable
flame
I
burne
!
Zelmane
thou
hast
stolne
.
My
vertue
from
me
,
I
ha'not
power
to
thinke
A
harmelesse
thought
,
ha
Musique
,
Musique
.
Song
Pyrocles
sings
Enter
Pyroclos
.
From
whence
breathes
that
sound
?
it
is
Zelmane
.
Pyr.
What
miserable
accident
brought
her
?
Gy.
Zelmane
Pyr.
Madam
I
hope
you'l
pardon
The
trespasse
of
a
rude
hand
and
voyce
,
I
meant
not
This
for
your
curious
care
Gy.
'Twas
harmony
Pyr.
It
was
no
light
aire
I'me
sure
Gy.
Indeede
it
carried
something
me thought
Of
sorrowes
descant
,
I
heard
love
i'nt
too
Who
is
so
happie
to
deserve
a
memorie
But
in
your
sigh
,
come
whoe's
your
servant
?
Pyr.
I
have
no
servant
.
Gy.
Nay
then
I
see
you
can
dissemble
,
my
husband
Py.
Madam
I
hope
Gy.
Nay
I
am
so
farre
from
Iealosie
I
should
not
Be
angry
to
see
you
both
a bed
together
Pyr.
How
Madam
Gy.
Why
I
can
love
you
too
,
come
thou
sha't
be
my
bed-fellow
Pyr.
I
am
not
worthy
Gy.
Beleeve
me
I
could
take
as
much
delight
In
thy
imbraces
as
my
husbands
,
why
Are
we
so
nice
to
one
annother
,
I
Am
a
woman
,
are
not
you
so
too
?
Why
should
we
not
be
bould
then
,
I
have
a
mind
To
call
thee
Mistris
,
Yes
and
Ile
disguise
.
My selfe
in
some
queint
shape
to
court
thy
love
:
Pyr.
Disguise
Gy.
Nay
do
not
blush
:
thou
shalt
be
a
man
Pyr.
Your
discourse
appeares
.
Strange
to
me
Madam
.
Gy.
As
you
would
to
me
And
yet
you
may
as
easily
perceive
Gynecias
mind
as
I
distinguish
you
Through
all
your
clouds
,
Cupid
doth
dictate
rarely
.
To
those
that
come
to
schoole
to
him
,
instruct
With
hansome
shaddowes
to
deceive
the
eye
But
cannot
change
my
substance
,
I
have
a
sense
Can
looke
beyond
the
superficiall
barke
Come
y'are
transparen't
Pyr.
Madam
what
dee
meane
?
Gy.
What
meanes
Zelmane
to
be
ignorant
When
a
Queene
pleads
for
love
,
my
heart
will
not
Allow
more
circumstance
;
doe
not
question
How
you
became
reveald
,
but
pitty
her
Whose
boosome
is
tormented
with
those
fires
Thy
smiles
the
only
greater
flame
can
quench
.
Pyr.
Pray
heaven
,
you
have
your
perfect
senses
.
Gy.
Then
I
must
be
plainer
,
and
be
witnesse
love
I
am
compell'd
,
be
witnesse
modesty
,
I
now
must
blush
for
thee
more
then
my selfe
,
A
man
,
and
be
so
cruell
to
a
Lady
Zelmane
either
give
consent
I
shall
be
welcome
to
thee
,
or
I
vow
by
heaven
To
tell
Basilius
what
thou
art
,
I
have
Patience
to
let
him
court
thee
as
a
woman
But
when
he
see's
his
love
abuse
his
privacie
And
daughters
so
dishonor'd
hadst
thou
a
thousand
Lives
they
were
all
forfeited
by
this
So
desperate
intrusion
,
thinke
uppon't
A
woman
I
have
lost
thee
,
wheither
will
The
tempest
of
my
fate
inforce
my
tongue
Yet
be
thou
kinde
Zelmane
if
thou
takst
A
glory
in
my
suffering
,
Philoclea
Does
that
name
startle
you
?
Philoclea
My
rivall
now
Pyr.
Your
rivall
Gy.
Come
I
am
familliar
with
every
thought
Your
deere
saint
shall
repent
it
,
for
this
hand
Shall
take
againe
the
unluckie
life
I
gave
her
:
Turne
not
Gynecia
fury
Pyr.
I
am
lost
In
the
same
minute
I
am
found
,
I
prithee
Doe
not
forsake
me
heart
,
I
never
had
More
use
of
thee
,
great
Queene
can
you
forgive
?
Gy.
And
aske
thy
pardon
,
but
beleeve
me
t'was
Your
strangenes
did
compell
me
to
this
language
Py.
I
never
thought
that
pitty
of
annother
Could
be
a
reason
to
betray
my selfe
But
you
have
throughly
charm'd
me
,
and
I
must
Deliver
up
my
thoughts
,
the
truth
is
Madam
I
am
a
man
,
and
if
you
dare
beleeve
me
A
prince
,
I
must
confesse
beside
Gynecia
Since
I
came
heither
I
have
had
some
sprinckling
of
I
know
not
what
affection
to
Philoclea
For
how
could
I
imagine
such
a
blessednes
From
you
,
but
if
you
mocke
not
Gy.
Ioyes
reward
your
pittie
Oh
pardon
the
over
chardg'd
Gynecia
Whose
error
may
be
yet
made
more
excusable
By
the
immortall
name
of
love
Pyr.
This
grace
is
worth
more
then
Zelmane
,
and
yet
I
Have
nothing
but
my selfe
to
give
you
for
it
A
small
but
free
guift
,
bestow
me
as
you
please
Gy.
My
soule
is
narrow
to
receive
this
wide
blessing
.
Pyr.
But
me
must
be
wise
It
were
not
safe
to
be
observ'd
stand
I
Discover'd
to
none
else
?
Gy.
To
none
Py.
Then
know
I
want
no
apprehension
of
what
True
lovers
would
desire
,
but
your
honor
is
My
owne
,
if
shortly
to
secure
'em
both
You
let
me
study
an
opportunity
Ile
bring
your
wishes
home
,
and
blesse
my
starrs
That
pointed
me
the
glorious
fate
,
we
are
Already
interrupted
Enter
Basilius
and
Philoclea
.
Bas.
Doe
this
my
deere
Philoclea
,
and
leave
My
cares
to
thee
,
Ile
call
Gynecia
Away
,
and
leave
you
both
together
,
how
Faireth
the
best
Zelmane
?
Pyr.
Still
your
servant
Bas.
Gynecia
.
Pyr.
I
cannot
rule
my
eyes
they
will
betray
My
cunning
to
Gynecia
if
she
goe
not
Hence
quickly
Phi.
How
is
it
with
my
vertuous
Amazon
?
Gy.
Philoclea
Bas.
Let
her
alone
,
they
have
some
busines
sweete
Gy.
What
busines
can
they
have
together
?
Bas.
Why
art
thou
troubled
,
thou
would'st
be
jealous
Of
me
I
see
,
were
I
in
privat
with
her
,
Come
let
'em
alone
a
while
Gy.
Stay
you
and
spare
not
I
would
imploy
Philoclea
Bas.
You
shall
obay
me
now
,
I
prithee
walke
Exeunt
.
Phi,
My
father
sweete
Zelmane
to
whose
command
I
owe
my
life
Pyr.
First
let
me
give
my
life
Vp
to
these
lips
,
and
take
a
new
one
from
This
kisse
,
oh
deere
Philoclea
containe
All
other
breath
I
know
thy
fathers
minde
Already
,
and
must
now
beseech
thy
patience
To
a
short
story
which
I
must
deliver
Or
dy
before
thee
,
if
it
be
within
My
desteny
to
be
condem'd
by
you
At
least
know
whom
you
sentence
;
I
am
Phi.
What
?
I
feare
not
well
Pyr.
Cannot
your
eyes
discover
me
,
have
I
a
shrowd
To
hide
me
from
Philoclea
?
did
the
kisse
I
gave
thee
last
convey
no
secret
to
thee
?
There
was
a
spirit
in
my
lip
assur'd
me
.
To
save
the
tedious
trouble
of
my
language
.
I
heard
it
whisper
something
,
did
it
not
?
I
would
be
faine
undone
Phi.
Good
heaven
forbid
Pyr.
You
wonot
understand
me
yet
Philoclea
Then
Ile
undoe
my selfe
,
I
am
not
what
I
seeme
Zelmane
;
but
—
Phi.
What
?
P●.
A
thing
not
worth
the
name
,
if
you
frowne
on
me
,
a
man
Phi.
A
man
,
good
heaven
—
Pyr.
I
have
tould
you
all
the
worst
If
it
be
no
offence
to
name
a
prince
Whose
memory
your
owne
breath
oft
hath
sweeten'd
I
dare
be
call'd
Pyroclos
of
Macedon
Transform'd
by
loving
your
faire
selfe
to
this
Feminine
shape
,
if
now
I
have
not
sinn'd
Above
forgivenes
.
Phi.
Oh
Philoclea
Come
not
too
neere
I
charge
you
;
I
would
chide
.
But
dare
not
,
would
you
had
not
tould
me
this
Indeed
you
were
to
blame
,
I
must
not
heare
you
Excuse
your selfe
Pyr.
She
must
not
leave
me
thus
But
she
returnes
Phi.
I
have
lost
my selfe
already
,
And
love
is
but
a
blinde
guide
to
direct
My
virgin
steps
,
I
faine
would
reply
something
But
feele
a
tremblinge
in
my
voyce
,
Zelmane
My
father
,
what
account
shall
I
give
him
Enter
Basilius
I
have
said
nothinge
he
commanded
Bas.
She
smiles
Pyr.
My
Lord
I
see
you
can
use
the
advantage
And
I
did
arme
you
against
my selfe
;
I
did
not
Thinke
when
I
advis'd
you
make
Philoclea
Your
advocate
,
she
could
so
much
have
wonne
Vpon
me
,
but
my
counsell
has
betray'd
me
,
Pray
thinke
me
not
immodest
,
if
my
words
Doe
fall
too
rudely
from
me
,
your
faire
daughter
Whose
tongue
would
lay
a
charme
uppon
the
gods
,
Hath
gain'd
all
this
.
Bas.
The
gods
reward
her
for
it
Phi.
Was
this
his
plot
?
Bas.
A
thousand
blessings
overtake
my
child
But
not
a
word
,
not
a
word
Philoclea
To
thy
mother
Phi.
I
have
learnt
my
duty
sir
Pyr.
Beshrew
your
haste
Bas.
Remove
,
convey
thy selfe
away
deere
girle
,
Ile
follow
Phi.
My
heart
is
full
,
and
tho
my
tongue
denies
Him
farwell
,
he
may
reade
it
in
my
eye
.
Exit
.
Bas.
I
knew
thou
couldst
not
choose
at
last
but
give
My
heart
an
audience
;
I
am
not
my selfe
With
the
imagination
Pyr.
Of
what
?
Bas.
Of
any
thing
;
come
I
allow
thee
modest
,
it
is
not
fit
we
should
say
our
pleasures
,
sweete
but
act
them
Pyr.
You
are
to
violent
my
Lord
,
I
shall
Repent
my
freedome
,
if
you
give
no
limit
To
your
desires
,
if
you
doe
love
your
servant
,
Husband
your
flame
that
it
may
last
Bas.
It
shall
Pardon
me
deere
Zelmane
,
I
have
a
stock
Of
blood
,
tho
you
may
thinke
it
could
is
high
And
active
as
the
veynes
of
promising
youth
I
weare
this
snow
but
a
disguise
Pyr.
Poore
winter
,
Bas.
My
haires
are
black
at
roote
,
and
shall
grow
up
Faire
as
the
Ebony
and
curle
themselues
Into
a
thousand
pretty
caves
for
love
It selfe
to
sit
that
best
delights
in
darknes
Pyr.
This
will
be
strange
.
Bas.
'Tis
you
that
worke
these
miracles
Vpon
Basilius
,
as
I
came
heither
I
felt
a
score
of
yeares
drop
off
,
which
hung
Vpon
my
locks
Pyr.
A
score
of
haires
you
meane
:
tis
molting
time
Containe
your selfe
a
while
,
you
have
A
jealous
queene
,
and
yet
it
goes
against
my
Conscience
To
wrong
so
sweete
a
Lady
,
pray
my
Lord
Thinke
better
ont
Bas.
This
Does
inflame
me
more
Be
not
so
cruell
to
remember
her
Thou
must
preserve
my
life
.
Py.
Well
I
ha
thought
a
way
Shall
perfect
all
without
suspition
There
is
a
cave
hard
by
which
nature
made
Intending
well
to
lovers
,
thether
will
I
With
licence
of
your
grace
pretending
To
exercise
a
few
dayes
some
devotions
We
Amazons
have
obligation
to
At
some
convenient
houre
.
Bas.
May
I
come
to
thee
Pyr.
Ile
give
you
notice
in
some
evening
Bas.
Zelmane
now
thou
dost
ravish
me
Py.
You
may
with
ease
secure
all
at
the
lodge
Bas.
Most
excellent
Pyr.
I
imagin
sir
the
rest
but
doe
not
come
till
I
desire
you
Bas.
Be
not
tedious
then
,
I
will
prepare
all
this
Pyr.
I
hope
you
doe
not
Conclude
me
impudent
that
I
encline
To
doe
this
for
you
,
by
my
hopes
of
a
blest
Eternitie
nor
love
nor
lust
ere
tempted
My
thoughts
to
yeild
thus
much
to
any
man
Be
carefull
of
my
honor
.
Bas.
Oh
devine
Zelmane
keepe
my
soule
.
Exit
.
Pyr.
Philoclea
mine
Enter
Musidorus
Mus.
Oh
my
deere
Pyrocles
Pyr.
How
ist
deere
Cozen
Mus.
Never
till
now
could
you
salute
me
happy
The
gods
have
beene
propitious
Pyr,
Will
she
know
thee
yet
?
Mus.
There's
nothing
wants
to
make
me
perfect
blest
But
to
heare
thee
pronounce
thy
love
as
fortunate
The
envious
clouds
which
interpose
themselves
Like
a
darke
Curtaine
ore
Pamelas
face
.
Are
drawne
away
and
I
enjoy
her
smile
She
does
beleeve
my
proofes
,
sweetely
excusing
Her
long
neglect
,
and
promiseth
as
much
As
I
dare
aske
:
sheel
'
trust
me
with
her
person
I
want
but
opportunity
to
deceive
Our
waking
Dragons
;
—
and
in
good
time
Dametas
.
Enter
Dame
Away
you
shall
know
all
my
fate
hereafter
,
Pyr.
I
joy
in
thy
successe
,
pray
thou
for
mine
.
Exit
.
Dam.
Where
is
this
rascall
Dorus
Mus.
Whether
were
I
best
to
tell
the
King
ont
first
or
seeke
out
Dametas
,
hee'l
never
be
able
to
spend
it
,
there
may
be
gold
Enough
to
purchase
halfe
Arcadia
Dam.
Vmh
,
what's
that
?
Mus.
Ile
seeke
him
out
at
all
adventures
;
oh
sir
,
pray
is
this
Gold
—
and
this
and
this
?
Dam.
Ha
gold
,
yes
very
good
gold
,
where
hadst
it
Mus.
You
shall
heare
more
hereafter
Dam.
Dorus
,
honest
Dorus
,
put
on
thy
hat
,
where
where
,
hadst
it
Mus.
Did
you
never
heare
of
one
Aristomines
?
Dam.
He
was
banish'd
Arcadia
Mus.
Was
he
rich
Dam.
Infinite
rich
,
so
rich
Mus.
'Tis
so
,
belike
he
there
had
all
his
treasure
Dam.
What
treasure
,
where
i'st
honest
Dorus
tell
me
Mus.
You
are
my
Master
and
may
be
my
Father
Dam.
My
sonne
Dorus
,
Mopsa
is
thine
,
and
she
were
made
of
as
pure
gold
as
this
,
thou
shouldst
touch
her
,
and
melt
her
Mus.
Well
I
see
it
was
ordained
to
make
you
rich
In
dutie
Ile
discover
it
,
and
yet
—
Drm.
Out
with
it
good
Dorus
Mus.
Well
—
sitting
beneath
an
oake
that
shall
be
namelesse
I
chanc'd
to
turne
up
some
turff
with
my
mole-spade
Dam.
With
thy
mole
spade
,
what
then
Mus.
I
saw
a
yellow
brightnes
peeping
out
oth'
ground
,
which
when
I
came
to
examine
I
prov'd
this
mettall
,
I
this
was
the
first
,
y'are
sure
'tis
gold
,
you
shall
pardon
me
for
the
rest
but
if
these
will
do
you
any
pleasure
,
or
twentie
more
Dam.
Nay
good
honest
Dorus
proceede
.
Mus.
Why
the
truth
is
I
suspect
where
a
great
treasure
has
been
Long
buried
,
these
it
seemes
were
scatter'd
when
the
rest
Went
to
the
pit-hole
.
Dam.
But
where
is
this
place
good
Dorus
?
thou
hast
no
more
About
thee
Mus.
No
but
if
you
please
to
furnish
me
with
tooles
Ile
trye
The
bottome
;
I
digd
till
I
came
to
a
stone
,
whose
inscription
Promis'd
something
worth
a
mans
labour
Dam.
Did
it
sound
Mus.
Melodiously
a
goulden
tune
Dam.
Where
,
where
,
thou
maist
tell
me
thou
knowest
I
Am
secret
Mus.
For
Mopsa
sake
I
will
reveal't
,
you
know
The
oake
where
you
first
met
me
Dam.
Ha
very
well
Mus.
On
the
right
side
of
that
same
spreading
tree
Lies
all
this
riches
Dam.
As
th'art
honest
Mus.
As
I
hope
to
be
deere
Mopsa's
husband
,
Ile
get
strong
tooles
And
bring
you
better
proofe
Dam.
Stay
Dorus
stay
,
let
me
see
As
I
intend
to
be
your
father
Dorus
And
so
in
Mopsas
name
make
you
my
heire
Of
all
my
wealth
,
good
Dorus
I
am
yet
Till
things
and
things
be
done
your
Master
Dorus
Beside
that
ground
is
mine
,
the
Oake
is
mine
Where
under
lies
this
treasure
,
I
am
Lord
Lord
of
the
soyle
my
Dorus
,
of
the
soile
I
am
content
to
be
a
ground
for
you
To
build
to
hopes
on
Dorus
,
but
my
ground
No
man
shall
dig
or
build
on
but
my selfe
On
such
as
this
,
be
there
a
myne
Of
Coyne
or
vncoyne
mettall
it
is
mine
All
may
be
yours
annother
day
my
Dorus
.
Mus.
I
know
my
duty
sir
and
cannot
thinke
The
gods
had
ere
a
lotted
my
free
mind
To
serve
you
but
for
some
strange
end
Dam.
In
this
thou
shewst
it
,
keepe
all
close
,
not
a
word
Dorus
,
I
take
no
leave
be
carefull
my
good
Dorus
of
my
young
Madam
,
'tis
a
charge
I
turne
over
to
thee
,
over
looke
her
well
.
Mus.
I
meane
to
doe
it
doubly
Dam
How
,
ha
you
a
duble
meaning
?
Mus.
I
meane
with
double
care
Dam.
Honest
Dorus
'tis
the
last
service
I
shall
put
thee
to
Mus.
I
hope
so
to
Dam.
Now
to
the
Oake
my
golden
land
marke
Mus.
Load
a
horse
with
tooles
sir
Dam.
Mattocks
and
shovells
Mus.
Hookes
and
ladders
.
Dam.
Spade
and
Pickaxes
Mus.
Ropes
and
daggers
;
youl
have
no
helpe
Dam.
No
no
,
a
mans
owne
toyle
Sweeter
the
profit
makes
in
his
owne
soyle
.
Exit
Mus
Goe
thy
wayes
for
the
Lord
a'th
soyle
Theres
one
blocke
out
a'th
way
the
golden
flie
,
Has
caught
this
trowte
,
my
jealous
Mistris
I
Hope
she
ore
heard
not
Mis.
Oh
that
my
eares
had
beene
long
enough
to
have
heard
some
of
there
pretious
Knaverie
Mus.
It
were
but
charitie
to
tell
her
on't
,
little
does
my
Mistris
Thinke
what
a
flesh
flie
my
Master
is
,
Mis.
What
saies
the
Knave
Mus.
Tho
she
be
a
little
stricken
in
yeares
she
is
hansome
enough
For
as
good
a
man
as
Dametas
,
and
he
to
runne
neighing
A
this
fashion
after
a
blowse
,
and
then
put
me
to
make
excuse
For
him
,
'tis
not
right
.
Mis.
Oh
fidious
Rascall
,
I
thought
there
was
some
roguerie
,
Dorus
as
thou
com'st
of
a
woman
tell
me
Mus.
What
forsooth
Mis.
Oh
naughty
man
to
vse
an
honest
woman
the
wrong
way
thus
,
have
I
beene
married
so
many
yeares
,
and
carried
my selfe
like
his
lawfull
wife
uprising
and
downe
lying
as
they
say
,
so
even
and
jumpe
with
his
desires
to
be
thus
handled
,
but
Ile
be
reveng'd
it
shall
fall
heavie
vpon
his
head
for
this
I
warrant
him
,
nay
I
did
alwaies
suspect
him
for
a
colt
Mus.
What
meane
you
forsooth
,
Mis.
Come
I
ouer-heard
somewhat
to
my
griefe
,
and
therefore
leaue
your
bogling
and
your
trim
tram
tricks
you
must
not
flap
me
oth
mouth
with
fleering
and
with
flams
whilst
he
Mus.
Claps
vp
another
betwixt
the
—
a
ha
mistris
mistris
but
you
say
you
overheard
,
and
therefore
if
you
know
whether
he
is
gone
you
may
come
two
houres
hence
time
enough
to
prevent
the
blow
.
Mis.
If
thou
lookest
to
have
my
daughter
with
,
marke
what
I
say
Mus.
With
fathers
marke
and
mothers
marke
,
and
every
mark
about
her
Mis.
If
you
conceale
any
thing
in
this
case
,
thou
knowst
no
case
of
her
,
nay
tho
thy
teeth
water
out
the
liquor
of
thy
life
,
thou
shouldst
not
get
a
bit
,
the
worst
bit
of
her
.
Mus.
Be
more
charitable
Mis.
Or
if
thou
chance
to
get
her
gainst
my
will
ile
teach
her
a
tricke
of
the
mother
shall
make
thee
curse
her
and
all
the
brood
she
came
one
,
Mus.
What
is
Charita
to
me
,
I
know
you
heard
him
name
her
.
Mis.
Charita
.
Mus.
I
will
discharge
my
conscience
and
yet
if
you
overheard
us
without
my
telling
,
you
know
where
hee
appointed
to
meet
her
this
evening
at
Mantinea
at
her
fathers
in
Ondemion
streete
,
Mis
Ondemion
street
?
Mus.
I
doe
not
betray
him
now
if
you
provide
so
happily
to
take
em
at
it
mistris
at
it
.
Mis.
I
at
it
,
how
I
itch
to
be
at
it
Mus.
Saddle
your
mare
.
Mis.
They
shal
not
scape
with
halfe
an
eie
betwixt
them
.
Exit
.
Enter
Pamela
and
Mopsa
.
Mus.
I
have
given
her
the
bells
and
she
will
flye
to
the
devill
—
here
comes
the
tother
I
ha
given
her
phisicke
already
fit
for
her
constitution
and
now
it
works
.
Pam.
How
comes
it
Mopsa
that
you
are
so
taken
So
lifted
up
with
high
conceit
?
Mop.
Who
I
Pam.
Yes
Mapsa
you
,
dee
thinke
I
cannot
Iudge
By
outward
gestures
and
your
lookes
what
joy
Doth
inwardly
possesse
you
Mop.
Who
me
Pam.
Yes
you
againe
,
and
it
were
not
over
bouldnesse
To
request
some
knowledge
of
the
cause
Mop.
Rest
you
content
;
you
are
a
Princesse
borne
I
might
have
beene
so
to
,
some body
may
be
a
Queene
before
you
,
make
what
you
can
of
that
Pan.
Oh
fate
how's
this
Mop.
There
is
a
tree
,
and
there
is
things
worth
wishing
,
and
some
may
wish
and
wishes
may
be
had
make
what
you
can
of
that
too
Mus.
To
my
wish
it
workes
Pam.
But
Mopsa
may
I
not
beseech
a
word
That
may
be
to
my
understanding
Mop.
You
may
know
more
hereafter
,
but
till
then
I
must
presume
upon
your
Princely
patience
to
keepe
your
Chamber
,
it
is
now
my
raigne
and
doe
not
dare
to
follow
Pam.
Not
I
,
when
you
are
drawne
up
to
majesty
I
can
but
wish
you
graciously
would
then
Remember
the
obedience
of
your
handmaide
That
first
submits
her selfe
to
your
Command
.
Mop.
I faith
I
will
Pamela
,
and
reward
it
,
goe
in
sweete
Lady
,
on
my
Royall
word
I
will
,
Exit
Pamela
.
Mus.
She
has
spide
me
Mop.
Happy
Dorus
Mus.
What
will
my
Mopsa
say
when
she
has
climb'd
The
tree
of
happines
?
Mop.
I
I
the
tree
,
when
I
climbe
that
tree
,
hony
Dorus
tell
me
it
over
agen
,
my
deere
bird
what
did
Iupiter
to
Apollo
.
Mus.
Vpon
some
falling
out
I
tould
you
Jupiter
threw
Apollo
out
of
heaven
and
his
deitie
taken
away
he
was
faine
to
live
upon
the
earth
and
keepe
Admetas
Cattell
,
in
the
time
of
his
service
being
sent
to
fetch
a
breede
of
beasts
out
of
Arcadia
,
in
this
very
desart
he
grew
fainte
and
wearie
;
and
would
needs
rest
himselfe
in
the
boughes
of
an
Ashen
tree
.
Mop.
The
tree
we
wot
of
;
on
sweete
bird
Mus.
Apollo
in
that
tree
calling
to
minde
his
quarrell
with
Iupiter
became
very
sorrowfull
,
and
pittifully
complayning
to
his
father
,
asking
him
mercie
for
having
offended
him
was
from
that
tree
receiv'd
into
his
golden
spheare
,
and
made
a
god
agen
Mop.
Oh
brave
Mus.
Having
the
perfect
nature
of
a
god
Never
to
be
ingratefull
he
then
granted
A
double
life
to
Admetas
,
and
because
That
tree
was
chappell
of
his
happy
prayers
To
it
he
gave
this
quality
Mop.
Now
it
comes
Mus.
That
whosoever
sat
downe
in
that
tree
In
like
estate
and
sort
as
he
did
then
Mop.
Oh
now
now
now
.
Mus.
Should
forthwith
have
there
their
wish
Mop.
Oh
the
tree
,
the
tree
,
the
tree
Mus.
The
king
vnderstood
thus
much
by
Oracle
;
and
tried
himselfe
but
being
neither
heardman
as
then
Apollo
was
,
nor
of
the
race
which
is
necessarie
,
delivered
this
secret
to
your
father
but
made
him
sweare
to
wish
by
his
direction
;
for
his
owne
benefit
Dametas
tould
it
me
,
and
is
now
gon
to
furnish
himselfe
with
a
scarlet
Cloake
for
in
that
he
must
be
mufled
just
as
Apollo
was
,
I
might
now
prevent'em
all
and
be
king
my selfe
,
but
what
have
I
to
wish
more
then
the
love
of
Mopsa
which
since
without
more
charming
force
you
yeild
me
;
Ile
fit
you
with
a
cloake
and
then
wish
what
you
will
your selfe
Mop.
Ile
be
Queene
or
Apollo
shall
never
looke
me
in
the
face
agen
,
quickly
sweet
Dorus
,
come
muffle
me
I
long
to
be
Queene
,
and
my
father
shall
aske
me
blessing
.
Exeunt
Actus
Tertius
.
Enter
Rebells
and
Thumbe
Cap.
COme
my
masters
let
us
be
resolute
,
is
there
any
man
That
will
justifie
himselfe
to
be
sober
amongst
us
?
2.
No
hang
sobriety
Cap.
We
must
be
valiant
,
the
King
I
say
agen
has
left
us
,
and
since
He
scornes
our
company
for
my
part
I
scorne
to
be
his
subject
3.
I
I
scorne
subjects
,
Ile
be
an
Emperor
2.
It
is
time
to
looke
into
the
government
,
none
but
Gentlemen
are
of
his
Counsell
,
I
see
no
reason
since
the
Countrie
is
'
ours
but
we
should
have
a
stroake
in
the
state
.
Cap.
That
was
bravely
spoke
my
bully
,
stroke
,
he
by
Mars
his
Gauntlet
spoke
like
a
souldier
,
I
doe
not
like
the
Carriage
of
the
secret
Counsells
3.
Nor
I
nor
any body
Thu.
Take
heede
my
Masters
3.
Lets
heare
Thumbe
the
Miller
Thu.
We
met
together
to
drinke
in
honour
of
the
Kings
birth-day
and
tho
we
have
tickled
the
Cannikins
,
let
vs
be
merrie
and
wise
that's
my
opinion
,
no
treason
,
the
King
is
an
honest
Gentleman
,
and
so
is
the
Queene
.
3.
Very
wisely
spoken
.
Cap.
But
shall
be
govern'd
by
Philonax
'
:
2.
Who
knowes
but
he
has
made
away
the
King
Th.
Made
away
the
King
,
who
honest
Basilius
,
aske
the
King
who
has
made
him
away
,
by
this
hand
if
I
thought
they
had
made
him
away
I
would
make
some body
away
,
tho
I
hang'd
fort
,
but
neighbors
for
my
owne
part
I
will
joyne
with
you
in
any
thing
that
is
honorable
,
dee
marke
honorable
;
but
I
say
still
I
am
cleare
of
opinion
it
is
not
a
misse
to
be
merry
and
wise
Gentlemen
,
my
name's
Thumbe
,
3.
I
Tom
Th.
And
Ile
be
a
your
side
howsoever
3.
A
great
spirit
Cap.
Shall
I
speake
for
you
Omnes
.
I
I
agreed
you
shall
be
Captaine
Cap.
Why
then
let
me
alone
;
I
will
know
a
reason
why
hee
has
left
the
government
without
our
consents
to
depose
him
,
'tis
wisely
spoken
my
brave
men
'oth
common-wealth
,
we
will
have
other
lawes
and
the
old
shall
be
executed
3.
I
I
hang
the
old
ones
2.
'Tis
a
discredit
for
any
subjects
as
we
are
to
have
a
King
as
if
we
were
not
able
to
governe
our selves
Cap
Stroake
up
thy
forehead
thou
wert
borne
to
be
a
statesman
,
Be
rul'd
by
me
and
weel
have
no
justice
in
Arcadia
2.
How
Cap.
No
justice
,
why
should
we
loose
our
liberties
,
and
being
free
men
,
upon
any
occasion
suffer
our selues
to
be
bound
over
Th.
Gentlemen
Citizens
it
were
very
good
you
would
take
into
your
consideration
the
statute
against
drunkennesse
Cap.
It
shall
be
lawfull
for
any
man
to
be
drunke
without
forfeiting
or
paying
anything
to
the
poore
Th.
Very
good
,
every
man
drinke
away
his
estate
,
and
then
charity
begins
at
home
,
Cap.
No
man
shall
marrie
2.
That's
worse
then
the
statute
against
two
wives
Cap,
For
every
woman
shall
be
common
3.
Every
woman
common
,
what
shall
we
doe
withall
the
proper
women
in
Arcadia
Cap.
They
shall
be
common
too
3.
Oh'rare
,
and
what
shall
we
doe
withall
the
prisons
Cap.
Set'em
a
fire
'twill
warme
the
Citie
when
there
is
cold
doings
2.
What
with
the
prisoners
Cap.
Put'em
in
possession
of
their
creditors
lands
,
they
are
the
only
men
fit
for
authority
;
for
no
men
are
us'd
worst
,
and
they
will
know
the
better
to
domineere
,
nay
weel
have
admirable
lawes
,
but
who
shall
be
this
Embassador
to
the
King
4.
Me
me
choose
me
Captaine
,
Th
Choose
you
Captaine
,
Haberdasher
of
small
wares
,
choose
you
a
Capon
,
Ile
be
the
Embassador
,
ever
while
you
live
let
a
bould
man
be
embassador
,
and
one
that
has
a
braine
,
I
will
not
be
meale
mouth'd
.
3.
Well
said
Miller
Cap.
And
because
we
will
be
wise
Th.
I
I
be
merry
and
wise
,
ever
while
you
live
be
sober
and
discreete
.
Cap.
Say
we
attend
heere
to
do
our
duties
3.
Duties
oh
base
Cap.
Say
so
we
must
,
heel
not
come
forth
else
4.
What
if
I
could
his
highnes
there
was
a
dance
to
be
presented
we
are
furnish'd
with
our
noise
still
Th.
I
I
,
I
doe
love
this
noise
with
all
my
heart
2.
Excellent
,
get
you
behind
the
trees
with
your
instruments
,
and
tune
'em
ready
,
the
new
friske
we
danc'd
at
Enispies
to day
will
serve
rarely
as
the
Prologue
,
away
;
but
Captaine
what
shall
we
doe
with
the
Kings
daughters
Cap.
Ile
have
one
3.
And
Ile
ha
the
tother
our
Captaine
shall
ha
the
Queene
2.
And
what
shall
we
have
.
Cap.
There
are
Ladies
about
the
Court
will
content
you
Thu.
I
will
have
both
the
Kings
daughters
,
and
he
that
speakes
against
it
—
They
fight
Cap.
Thumbe
valiant
Thumbe
,
all
spirit
no
mutinie
no
mutinie
all
of
a
faction
together
by
the
eares
for
a
peece
of
venison
Th.
I
will
have
both
the
Kings
daughters
or
else
I
shall
not
be
satisfied
.
Cap.
First
let
vs
know
the
Kings
resolution
,
and
if
we
like
not
our
conditions
,
the
hares
a
foote
;
and
every
man
take
what
course
he
please
in
my
Lords
Parke
Enter
Basilius
,
Gynecia
,
Pyrocles
,
and
Philoclea
.
But
stay
the
King
vmh
2.
Speake
Captaine
Cap.
If
it
please
your
Maiesty
,
what
was
it
resolu'd
upon
3.
Hees
out
,
let
me
come
to
him
,
prithee
doe
thou
tell
him
thy
minde
,
that
delicome
wench
has
made
my
teeth
water
2.
And
drown'd
thy
tongue
,
a
Company
of
bashfull
shrimpes
;
if
I
but
open
my
mouth
,
I
say
no
more
Th.
King
,
by
your
leave
;
which
is
the
King
,
my
eyes
twinckle
,
we
have
beene
playing
the
good
fellowes
to
celebrate
your
majesticall
birth
day
,
will
your
grace
see
a
song
3.
A
dance
Th.
Or
a
dance
,
alls
one
,
our
feete
are
in
tune
,
strike
up
behinde
the
tree
,
you
are
the
King
and
I
am
the
Miller
,
ther's
all
the
difference
,
sweete
Ladies
my
name
is
Thumbe
Bas.
This
is
rudenesse
Gy.
Pardon
their
simplicity
Th.
Ile
have
that
wench
she
lookes
like
Hercules
,
Omnes
,
Stand
Cap.
We
have
interrogations
points
to
put
to
you
Bas.
Treason
,
treason
,
Pyr.
Barborous
Villaines
Basilius
runnes
in
,
a
bell
rings
,
Philoclea
,
and
Gynecia
hide
themselves
,
Pyrocles
fights
with
them
,
Basilius
comes
in
with
a
two
handed
sword
,
after
some
skirmish
Enter
Philonax
and
Calander
with
a
guard
the
Rebells
beaten
off
.
Pyr.
Where
is
Philoclea
Phi.
Heere
art
thou
not
hurt
Zelmane
.
My
soule
at
every
stroake
made
against
thee
Was
leaving
my
pale
body
Py.
Deere
Madam
are
you
safe
Bas.
I
thinke
I
ha
pepper'd
some
of
'em
,
Philonax
'twas
not
amisse
you
came
,
but
Zelmane
and
I
should
have
made
a
shift
Pyr.
You
alone
my
Lord
,
were
an
army
against
such
reeling
vallors
,
I
did
not
thinke
you
could
ha
bestir'd
your selfe
so
well
Bas.
And
I
were
in
an other
place
alone
with
thee
I
could
bestir
my selfe
better
Cal.
I
would
you
would
consider
yet
to
quit
This
dangerous
kinde
of
life
Phi.
Had
not
the
valiant
Amazon
it
seemes
,
defenc'd
your
person
Ere
the
troopes
ariv'd
,
it
might
have
prov'd
too
fatall
Gy.
He
plaide
the
man
indeede
,
the
King
is
troubled
And
thinks
me
Iealous
of
him
,
lasse
old
man
Bas.
No
more
Waite
upon
our
Queene
and
daughter
,
weel
follow
Exit
.
I
am
wounded
Pyr.
How
Bas.
By
thee
Zelmane
Pyr.
I
see
your
passions
are
the
same
and
I
This
might
resolue
to
waite
for
you
in
the
Cave
If
you
when
your
Gynecia
is
a bed
And
fast
a sleepe
,
(
be
sure
of
that
)
will
please
To
put
your selfe
to
a
short
travell
,
I
Shall
not
expresse
your
welcome
,
but
Bas.
Deere
as
my
soule
I
apprehend
my
comfort
One
kisse
in
earnest
of
the
million
Thou
shalt
receive
,
but
carrie
it
close
Zelmane
Exeunt
Enter
Musidorus
,
and
Mopsa
.
Mus.
This
is
the
Tree
Mop.
Oh
let
me
kisse
it
toes
Mus.
Best
loose
no
time
Mop.
Haile
upon
haile
sweete
tree
,
Crowne
thee
and
all
thy
wishes
,
Oh
Dorus
up
womee
Dorus
,
up
womee
,
up
womee
,
up
womee
Dorus
,
teach
mee
to
clymbe
the
right
way
prithee
Mus.
You
must
be
muffled
in
the
cloake
,
so
now
remember
your
instructions
,
make
first
your
invocation
to
Apollo
as
I
tould
you
,
which
being
done
,
imploy
your
minde
withall
devotion
to
his
deity
,
untill
you
heare
a
voyce
call
three
times
on
you
by
your
name
,
tho
you
should
thinke
your
father
mother
Pamela
or
my selfe
talke
to
you
answer
not
they
are
spirits
that
would
delude
.
Mop.
Vnder
three
Mopsas
Ile
not
talke
to
'em
,
Ile
not
be
cozend
Mus.
Hold
there
and
youl
'
be
happy
Mop.
Ile
aske
a
king
to
my
husband
,
and
thou
shalt
be
he
Mus.
Your
invocation
.
Mop.
Into
the
greate
eares
of
Apollo
Now
let
my
invocation
hollow
Oh
thou
that
lightest
all
the
day
For
some
to
worke
and
some
to
play
By
owle
light
now
Incline
a
gracious
eare
to
me
Thus
,
muffled
in
thy
wishing
tree
Singing
whoope
whoope
whooe
And
pardon
this
my
subtilty
That
I
deceive
the
passers
by
I
in
this
bough
Doe
use
the
accentes
of
that
fowle
Because
I
would
be
thought
an
Owle
With
whoope
whoope
whoee
Enter
Pamela
.
Mus.
She
has
done
her
invocation
Pam.
Can
she
not
heare
us
Mus.
She
shall
heare
us
,
but
I
have
taken
order
with
her
eyes
and
understanding
too
,
sheel
not
beleeve
us
,
thou
lovely
bird
Madge
howlet
Mop.
That's
a
spirit
in
the
voyce
of
Dorus
,
but
Ile
not
answer
.
Mus.
See
Dorus
and
Pamela
both
are
heere
Whilst
old
Dametas
Miso
,
and
their
deere
Daughter
are
stragled
forth
,
they
both
together
Are
taking
now
their
flight
,
and
who
knowes
whether
Pam.
This
is
too
plaine
Mop.
Oh
cunning
Divells
,
but
Ile
not
heare
nor
speake
a
sillable
Mus.
If
thou
canst
finde
a
tongue
to
tell
Dametas
,
Make
knowne
unto
his
wisdome
he
is
gull'd
Take
courage
Madam
the
way
lies
faire
before
us
And
a
barque
already
prepard
cries
come
a
bour'd
Farewell
Howlet
Exeunt
Musidorus
and
Pamela
Dametas
sings
within
Mop.
Whoope
whoope
whooe
—
Hey
I
heare
another
singing
spirit
in
my
fathers
voyce
,
bee't
Apollo
himselfe
,
under
three
Mopsas
Ile
not
speake
Enter
Dametas
Dam.
This
is
the
tree
,
and
heere
the
earth
is
broken
The
certaine
signe
left
by
my
trusty
Dorus
The
mouth
of
the
rich
treasure
I
salute
thee
And
kisse
the
hole
from
whence
shall
come
my
gold
Which
being
done
blithly
to
worke
I
fall
My
hand
is
in
the
moone-shine
,
and
up
goes
all
Mop.
Whoope
whoope
,
whooe
Dam,
What's
that
;
an
Owle
,
good
Mistris
Margerie
I
am
busie
Art
thou
poore
and
wouldst
thou
be
advanc'd
by
wealth
to
Dignity
doe
not
thinke
it
then
vnmeete
to
stoope
with
hands
beneath
thy
feete
'Tis
not
with
hand
over
head
to
be
found
no
no
thou
must
stoope
though
thou
holdst
up
thy
poope
and
grable
for't
in
ground
Ha
what's
this
,
my
hand
is
in
the
Hony
pot
I
thinke
,
vmh
vmh
I
doe
not
like
the
softnes
,
I
did
groape
for
harder
stuffe
,
if
this
be
gold
'tis
liquid
,
and
yet
too
thicke
to
be
potable
as
they
say
,
it
has
a
kinde
of
weft
me thinks
if
I
have
not
lost
a
sence
upon
the
sudden
,
I
smell
,
call
you
this
gold
finding
Mop.
I
have
an
extreame
list
now
so
I
have
saving
your
presence
,
divell
would
restore
your
sence
Dam.
What's
this
,
a
written
parchment
this
may
be
the
inventory
of
all
the
treasure
.
Who
hath
his
hire
hath
well
his
labor
plac'd
Earth
thou
didst
seeke
,
and
store
of
earth
thou
hast
Howe's
this
Mop.
Whoope
whoope
whooe
Dam.
As
sure
as
this
is
my
owne
nose
,
I
am
stinkingly
abus'd
Mop.
Ha
ha
ha
,
Dam.
Can
Madge
Howlets
laugh
,
that
laugh
was
like
my
Daughter
Mopsa
Mop.
There's
one
time
,
againe
againe
sweete
Apollo
Dam.
'Tis
her
voyce
what
makes
she
there
,
now
the
dread
vengeance
of
my
deere
fatherly
curse
,
light
overth'wart
thee
thou
aukeward
helding
Mopsa
Mop.
There's
two
times
,
Mopsa
once
more
and
'tis
Apollo
Dam.
Will
you
not
answer
in
the
Divells
name
Mopsa
I
say
,
oh
are
you
come
he
strickes
she
falls
.
Mop.
Yes
yes
divine
Apollo
Dam.
Ile
unhoode
yee
wheres
Pamela
Mop.
Thanke
your
Deitie
Dam.
Speake
now
and
tell
me
Mop.
Answer
my
wishes
as
'
thou
art
Phebus
,
as
thou
art
Apollo
tho
in
the
likenesse
of
the
Clowne
my
father
,
grant
me
my
wishes
first
,
I
aske
a
King
to
be
my
husband
.
Dam.
What
talkest
thou
of
a
King
;
the
King
will
hang
thy
father
if
Pamela
be
gon
Mop.
Let
him
be
hang'd
I
care
not
,
but
let
Dorus
be
a
King
,
and
let
him
be
my
husband
good
Apollo
Dam.
Shee's
starke
staring
mad
,
hast
thou
forgot
thy
father
,
where
is
thy
wit
Mop.
I
doe
not
aske
for
wit
,
I
tell
thee
,
let
me
have
a
sufficient
husband
and
let
him
be
a
King
Dam.
Thou
shal't
have
thy
bellifull
of
husbands
Mop.
Oh
that
,
that
,
that
Enter
Miso
Miso
.
Ile
at
you
both
thou
ribald
villaine
and
thou
harlot
Dam.
Miso
my
spouse
falne
mad
too
Thou
wot
not
beate
thy
mother
Miso
.
Oh
me
Mop.
I
defie
her
and
thee
and
thou
beest
not
Apollo
,
Dam.
Oh
who
has
gulled
us
all
,
deere
Miso
,
tender
Mopsa
heare
me
,
before
I
open
my
mouth
,
art
not
thou
Miso
,
and
thou
my
daughter
Mopsa
,
oh
we
are
all
vndone
we
are
all
vndone
Mop.
Are
not
you
god
Apollo
Dam.
No
as
ever
I
hope
to
see
him
or
any
of
his
fellowes
in
the
face
againe
,
I
am
mortall
Dametas
and
I
thinke
thy
father
,
I
am
sure
I
am
by
thy
mothers
side
,
where
is
Pamela
all
this
while
,
whoes
at
home
.
Mop.
As
sure
as
you
are
my
father
and
you
my
mother
,
theres
No body
at
home
Dam.
Shee's
gon
,
shee's
gon
Mop.
Dorus
and
Pamela
,
or
two
feends
with
their
voyces
past
by
whilst
I
was
in
Apollos
tree
Miso
.
Apollos
tree
Dam.
Cast
off
your
wonder
I
am
not
such
an
asse
,
but
I
perceive
We
are
gull'd
Mop.
So
Divell
Dorus
tould
me
Miso
.
Oh
me
they
are
gon
,
was
this
your
care
Mop.
Nay
then
where
was
your
owne
.
Dam.
Fall
not
at
odds
bout
that
,
but
goe
with
me
And
helpe
me
to
scape
the
gallow
tree
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Gynecia
and
Pyrocles
,
with
a
Taper
.
Gy.
Did
I
not
counterfeit
an
infirmitie
Pyr.
Rarely
,
how
love
will
prompt
his
votarie
The
King
suspects
not
what
we
purpose
Gy.
Las
poore
man
,
how
carefull
he
seem'd
of
my
health
And
councell'd
me
to
bed
Pyr.
I
smil'd
to
see
it
Gy.
So
soone
as
he
is
a sleepe
expect
me
Pyr.
Stay
,
oth
suddaine
I
ha
thought
upon
a
way
Blessed
blessed
minute
.
Gy.
What's
the
device
Pyr.
You
shan'ot
goe
to
bed
Gy.
Not
I
Pyr.
God
Genius
I
will
not
trust
our
worke
to
fortune
if
You
should
want
cunning
in
your
passions
Or
he
should
wake
unhappily
and
finde
You
absent
,
all
were
lost
,
to
prevent
this
You
shall
not
come
to
me
if
there
be
danger
'Tis
fit
I
be
expos'd
Ile
take
your
place
And
disaray
me
for
Basilius
bed
.
De'e
marke
,
muffled
up
for
your
suppos'd
Distemper
,
let
me
alone
to
counterfeit
Dulnes
,
and
when
his
sences
are
chain'd
up
In
sleepe
,
I
will
come
downe
toth
cave
to
you
But
take
my
mantle
if
any
of
Dametas
People
meete
you
Gy.
I
will
visit
but
my
Closet
And
follow
thy
instructions
,
Exit
.
Py.
If
there
be
any
starrs
are
kinde
to
love
This
night
shoote
forth
your
golden
heads
,
be
thou
Bright
moone
propitious
;
on
all
eyes
that
would
Betray
our
flight
,
cast
out
a
sullen
mist
And
hide
thy
silver
cressent
in
a
cloud
,
But
to
our
passage
be
a
gentle
goddesse
And
borrow
of
thy
brother
yet
more
light
The
day
may
spare
it
,
Musidorus
is
Enter
Gynecia
with
a
golden
Violl
.
Embark'd
already
with
his
Mistris
,
If
I
obtaine
Philocleas
consent
Gy.
Zelmane
now
I
am
prepar'd
Pyr.
Haste
to
the
Cave
,
expect
,
Your
servants
visit
Gy.
And
my
happines
Exit
.
Py.
How
rudely
vice
becomes
us
,
here's
a
Lady
Whom
never
fame
yet
blemish'd
,
now
the
example
Of
Cupids
tyranie
,
love
transformes
us
all
And
fooles
our
understandings
,
I
pittie
her
▪
Now
are
Basilius
thoughts
in
motion
And
hurry
him
to
the
same
licentiousnes
.
There
is
warme
snow
I
see
,
he
delaies
time
.
In
hope
to
finde
his
Queene
asleepe
,
whose
place
I
must
assume
for
once
,
love
dwells
upon
A
cliffe
and
all
the
waies
to
our
enjoying
Are
difficult
and
ragged
,
But
I
forget
,
Basilius
,
I
must
Compose
me
for
his
bed
,
I
shannot
be
Much
troubled
,
good
old
King
he
wishes
me
Lutes
Recorders
Exit
.
Good
rest
I
know
,
and
secure
dreames
,
oh
see
Philoclea
what
waies
I
come
to
thee
Enter
Basilius
.
Bas.
These
sounds
may
charme
her
into
slumbers
sweetly
Oh
steale
into
her
,
hang
upon
her
heart
,
Come
fixe
your
gentle
raptures
in
her
soule
That
it
may
take
delight
to
be
orecome
And
never
wake
the
body
,
till
Basilius
Returne
with
happy
Conquest
from
Zelmane
Or
if
there
be
a
leaden
god
of
sleepe
.
Heere
let
him
shake
his
wings
and
then
dispatch
A
Herrauld
to
the
silent
house
of
dreames
To
bring
one
hither
happier
then
the
rest
Enter
Philoclea
To
entertaine
my
melancholly
Queene
;
oh
Philoclea
Thy
mother
will
excuse
thee
this
nights
dutie
Doe
not
disturbe
her
,
yet
your
voyce
and
Lute
'Ith
next
Chamber
may
procure
her
sleepe
That
done
without
more
ceremony
goe
Exit
Philoclea
To
bed
,
so
so
my
bloud
begins
to
move
Shee's
fast
,
I
heare
her
,
and
the
musique
ceast
,
Now
to
Zelmane
.
Agen
loude
Exit
.
Enter
Philoclea
.
Phi.
I'me
troubled
,
and
dare
not
goe
to
bed
There's
some
thing
whispers
to
my
soule
this
will
Will
be
a
fatall
night
,
my
mother
is
not
well
I
must
needs
see
her
—
ha
,
the
gods
protect
me
Enter
Pyrocles
Pyr.
If
there
were
any
treason
meant
against
Philoclea
her
prayers
were
vainely
offerd
,
Since
her
owne
innocence
is
protection
As
powerfull
as
the
Gods
,
I
bring
no
horror
To
fright
your
blood
,
dee
not
know
me
Lady
I
was
Zelmane
,
Phi.
Was
Pyr.
I
have
been
So
watched
by
your
Ielous
mother
Phi.
Ha
.
Pyr.
But
I
forget
Phi.
What
meane
you
?
Pyr.
To
make
fast
the
doores
If
I
could
barre
all
the
aire
out
saving
what
Your
breath
should
draw
,
for
should
I
live
by
that
You
would
not
chide
my
care
Phi.
You
make
me
tremble
.
Pyr.
If
you
cannot
forgive
me
punish
pray
This
rudenes
with
my
death
;
I
prostrate
to
Your
feete
my
sword
,
and
call
you
to
my
brest
To
meete
your
anger
,
at
this
distance
beg
I
may
behould
you
,
but
when
you
shall
finde
In
the
dissection
of
my
heart
,
whose
name
Hath
fill'd
it
,
and
with
what
religion
there
My
thoughts
adore
your
memory
,
too
late
It
may
invite
your
teares
,
can
faire
Philoclea
Thinke
I
have
a
soule
that
dare
be
wicked
to
her
?
Such
lookes
would
charme
a
ravisher
,
and
throw
Ice
through
a
Satires
blood
,
but
a
man
chaste
Already
it
drawes
up
to
the
simplicitie
And
nature
of
an
Angell
,
oh
Philoclea
I
am
so
farre
from
being
ill
my selfe
In
such
a
sensuall
way
,
that
although
time
And
this
faire
opportunity
might
tempt
And
excuse
wanton
heate
,
I
should
repent
Forget
to
,
love
your selfe
,
if
you
but
with
One
thought
so
treacherous
to
your
virgin
honor
Should
give
consent
to
enioy
you
,
it
hath
snow
Vpon
my
blood
Philoclea
,
whose
flowings
Are
Chast
as
Christall
:
dare
you
trust
me
yet
To
kisse
your
hand
,
my
lips
shall
gently
touch
it
Nor
will
I
leave
a
breath
to
staine
the
whitenesse
Pray
be
not
fearefull
.
Phi.
Sin
did
never
yet
Prophane
that
voyce
.
Pyr.
When
it
sounds
lustfully
Your
hate
,
a
punishment
next
the
wrath
of
heaven
Strike
my
heart
dead
—
be
pleas'd
to
rest
a
little
And
if
you
dare
vouch
safe
me
to
sit
so
neere
you
▪
I
have
much
to
tell
you
Phi.
I
know
not
what
to
say
,
where
is
my
father
I
had
a
mother
too
,
this
Chamber
they
Vs'd
to
call
their's
Pyr.
They
are
safe
Philoclea
,
Let
not
your
cheeke
looke
pale
,
their
absence
wrought
For
such
a
minute
doth
encourage
me
To
tell
you
now
or
never
you
must
shew
There
dwells
a
pittie
in
you
,
oh
looke
smooth
On
him
whose
life
and
fortunes
you
may
now
Advance
or
ruine
ever
,
if
you
can
Remember
who
I
am
,
and
what
your
vertue
Hath
made
me
suster
,
thinke
me
worthy
of
A
life
,
let
it
begin
from
your
consent
To
love
poore
Pyrocles
,
'tis
in
your
power
To
be
no
more
a
prisoner
to
this
rude
And
solitarie
dwelling
,
such
a
brightnes
Is
lost
in
caves
,
extend
your
arme
and
reach
A
throane
where
seated
with
becomming
greatnes
You
may
disperse
with
moving
of
your
eye
An
influence
beyond
the
starrs
,
and
quicken
A
world
that
waites
to
be
your
creature
Phi.
Pyrocles
For
so
you
call
your selfe
,
and
such
I
dare
Beleeve
you
are
,
for
falsehood
cannot
dwell
A
neighbor
to
that
tongue
although
I
might
Demand
with
reason
,
and
my
dutie
first
What
does
concerne
my
parents
,
such
a
truth
Shines
in
your
language
,
and
such
Innocence
In
what
you
call
affection
,
I
must
Declare
you
have
not
plac'd
one
good
thought
heere
Which
is
not
answerd
with
my
heart
,
the
fire
Which
sparkled
in
your
bosome
long
since
leap'd
Into
my
brest
and
there
burnes
modestly
It
would
have
spread
into
a
greater
flame
But
still
I
curb'd
it
with
my
teares
,
oh
Pyrocles
I
would
thou
wert
Zelmane
agen
,
and
yet
I
must
confesse
I
lov'd
thee
then
,
I
know
not
With
what
propheticke
soule
but
I
did
wish
Often
,
thou
were
no
man
,
or
I
no
woman
Pyr.
Thou
wert
the
comfort
of
my
sleepes
Phi.
And
you
The
object
of
my
watches
,
when
the
night
Wanted
a
spell
to
cast
me
into
slumber
Yet
when
the
weight
of
my
owne
thoughts
grew
heavie
For
my
teare
dropping
eyes
,
and
drew
these
Curtaines
My
dreames
wert
still
of
thee
,
forgive
my
blushes
And
the
imagination
thou
wert
then
My
harmelesse
bed
fellow
Pyr.
I
arive
too
soone
At
my
desires
,
gently
oh
gently
drop
These
joyes
into
me
,
least
at
once
let
fall
I
sinke
beneath
the
tempest
of
my
blessings
And
you
swell
my
heart
too
fast
Phi.
If
you
be
Pyrocles
You
will
rest
satisfied
with
this
confession
You
onely
shall
obtaine
my
love
Pyr.
Although
my
soule
acknowledge
this
a
blessing
Such
as
no
service
can
reward
enough
There
remaines
something
,
something
which
your
honor
May
easily
consent
to
in
this
absence
Of
both
your
parents
whom
with
severall
promises
Of
my
returne
,
I
have
already
sent
To'th
Cave
where
they
in
vaine
this
night
expect
me
We
must
forsake
this
place
,
I
have
provided
For
our
conueiance
to
my
fathers
kingdome
If
after
all
these
arguments
of
love
You
dare
trust
Pyrocles
to
convey
you
thether
,
Phi,
I
dare
give
thee
my
life
,
but
pardon
me
This
is
not
safe
,
thus
seeking
to
assure
.
You
may
vntimely
happen
loose
Philoclea
My
dutie
binds
me
not
to
rob
my
parents
,
Such
a
departure
may
undoe
their
comforte
As
y'are
a
prince
perswade
me
not
commit
So
unnaturall
a
trespasse
,
weel
expect
And
satisfie
our
young
desires
till
time
Mature
our
joy
,
I
could
content
my selfe
To
looke
on
Pyrocles
and
thinke
it
happines
Enough
,
or
if
my
soule
affect
variety
Of
pleasure
every
accent
of
thy
voyce
Shall
Court
me
with
new
rapture
,
and
if
these
Delights
be
narrow
for
us
there
is
left
A
modest
kisse
,
whose
every
touch
conveies
Our
melting
soules
into
each
others
lipes
,
Why
should
not
you
be
pleas'd
to
looke
on
me
To
heare
and
sometimes
kisse
Philoclea
Indeed
you
make
me
blush
Pyr.
What
an
Ecclips
Hath
that
vaile
made
,
it
was
not
night
till
now
Looke
if
the
starres
have
not
withdrawne
themselves
As
they
had
waited
on
her
richer
brightnes
.
And
missing
of
her
eyes
are
stolen
to
bed
,
What
world
of
beauty
is
behinde
that
cloud
But
keepe
it
still
conceal'd
,
and
let
the
creatures
When
they
shall
misse
day
(
for
the
same
without
Thine
eyes
will
glimmer
like
a
petty
taper
)
Feare
to
be
lost
in
darkenes
,
and
expect
No
light
to
follow
,
but
from
those
wide
flames
Which
heaven
hath
threaten'd
to
destroy
the
world
,
When
thou
hast
frighted
us
renew
againe
Our
state
and
cure
againe
the
fainting
vniverse
One
looke
restores
all
—
ha
,
Philoclea
.
Phi.
There's
something
that
sits
heavy
on
my
forehead
I
know
you
cannot
but
be
noble
,
pray
A
little
sleepe
,
if
I
exceede
three
minutes
Prithee
wake
me
Pyr.
Ha
,
I
doe
not
like
Her
sences
should
be
snatchd
away
so
strangely
'Tis
an
ill
omen
,
I
should
trespasse
much
Gainst
manners
,
to
disturbe
her
,
beside
she
Did
make
it
her
request
whose
will
is
sacred
,
Then
gently
may
she
sleepe
,
and
yet
if
she
Draw
out
this
slumber
to
any
length
my
hopes
Are
blasted
,
if
I
loose
this
opportunitie
Of
flight
,
no
hope
hereafter
can
releeve
us
We
are
both
undone
,
she
sleepes
still
,
I
was
not
Quicke
enough
to
perswade
her
resolution
So
necessarie
,
yet
looke
up
Philoclea
,
No
,
then
enjoy
thy
dreame
,
and
let
us
try
The
kindnes
of
our
fate
,
pitty
a
harsh
Sound
should
disturbe
thy
soft
repose
,
I
would
But
dare
not
steale
a
kisse
for
feare
to
wake
her
,
And
yet
my
loude
voyce
may
be
more
offensive
Our
soules
are
knit
I
see
into
one
love
Then
'tis
but
reason
they
should
exercise
Both
the
same
act
,
why
doe
not
I
sleepe
too
The
mist
is
falne
already
,
if
I
but
dreame
of
her
My
slumbers
shall
be
happy
he
sleepes
Enter
Dametas
as
from
a
Vault
.
Dam.
There
be
more
wayes
to
the
woode
then
one
,
she
may
be
in
her
sisters
Chamber
,
I
may
thanke
my
acquaintance
with
the
Buttery
and
a
trap
doore
for
this
passage
;
shee
has
shut
me
out
of
doores
of
all
:
vmh
a
sword
I
had
rather
it
were
Pamela
naked
,
I
durst
undertake
to
handle
her
with
lesse
feare
;
vmh
Philoclea
;
'tis
she
and
this
is-no
—
this
is
not
Pamela
,
she
was
a
woman
,
unlesse
she
be
crept
into
breeches
since
I
left
her
,
no
'tis
a
man
,
heere
is
no
tarrying
for
me
;
and
he
were
not
soundly
a sleepe
,
my
smell
were
enough
to
wake
him
;
—
treason
treason
Exit
.
Py.
Ha
,
what
voyce
is
that
,
who
cryes
out
treason
?
Phi.
Pyrocles
what's
the
matter
?
Pyr.
Nothing
Within
.
Treason
,
treason
.
Pyr.
Harke
,
ist
not
treason
,
my
sword
,
my
sword
Is
gon
,
we
are
betray'd
,
some
theefe
has
been
Within
the
Chamber
,
yet
the
doores
are
safe
,
ha
Lets
see
,
search
every where
,
alas
Philoclea
If
now
I
must
be
ravisht
from
thee
,
how
Can
there
be
charity
enough
on
earth
To
pitty
me
,
they
die
but
once
who
still
Dispaire
of
blisse
;
but
the
Fares
twise
destroy
A
lover
whom
they
kill
so
neere
his
ioy
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
Quartus
.
Enter
Rebells
.
Cap.
COme
my
bloods
since
there
is
no
hope
of
our
pardons
let
us
be
honest
out-lawes
one
to
another
,
and
doe
all
the
mischeife
we
can
,
we
are
Masters
of
the
Woods
,
and
we
will
domineere
like
Lords
of
the
soyle
;
I
say
we
will
live
,
we
will
eate
and
we
will
drinke
.
3.
Would
I
were
at
my
forge
againe
Cap.
Arcadia
shall
be
thy
Anvile
smith
;
and
thou
maist
live
to
beate
Great
men
to
dust
2.
Some
of
them
are
so
rotten
they
will
save
us
a
labor
Cap.
Be
resolute
and
strike
the
iron
while
it
is
hot
,
where
is
the
little
miller
3.
Thumbe
the
miller
is
cut
off
Cap.
Who
can
helpe
it
,
be
not
crest
falen
,
but
shew
your selues
Cockes
of
the
game
,
weel
make
the
state
send
for
us
home
,
and
agree
to
our
own
conditions
,
let
vs
therefore
play
the
theeves
manfully
3.
And
so
be
hang'd
honorably
Cap.
Hang
hang
ng
,
we
defie
the
lawes
and
we
will
execute
when
we
list
in
our
owne
quarters
we
will
rob
man
woman
and
child
2.
Do
you
fight
with
the
men
,
and
let
me
alone
with
the
women
.
1.
And
Thumbe
had
he
beene
alive
he
had
been
a
fit
match
for
the
children
Enter
4.
Rebell
.
4.
A
prise
a
Captaine
,
I
see
a
Gentleman
and
a
Lady
strike
into
a
grove
hard
by
,
their
horses
are
for
their
better
behavior
,
already
bound
to
a
tree
,
follow
me
and
Ile
conduct
Cap.
Without
noyse
or
tumult
lets
steale
upon
them
Enter
Musidorus
and
Pamela
.
Pam.
This
grove
is
all
one
bower
,
nature
her selfe
Must
be
delighted
to
dwell
heere
,
the
Sunne
Can
shoote
no
beame
upon
us
through
this
Arbor
Tho
he
does
rage
abroad
Mus.
The
heate
betrayes
The
Sunne
is
angry
Madam
to
see
you
Whose
brightnes
takes
all
wonder
from
his
shine
And
leave
him
a
pale
starr
.
Pam.
You
complement
.
Mus.
Are
you
not
weary
Madam
Pam.
I
shall
never
In
thy
societie
,
yet
we
may
rest
A
little
in
this
shade
,
oh
Musidorus
He
should
be
enemy
to
vertue
now
To
cherrish
one
suspectfull
thought
of
thee
Some
wild
licencious
Prince
had
now
undone
me
And
carelesse
of
his
owne
ruin'd
my
honor
.
Mus.
It
were
not
simple
theft
but
Sacriledge
To
rob
you
of
one
peacefull
thought
,
if
any
Service
already
have
obtaind
so
much
Trust
I
am
so
familliar
with
mine
owne
Desires
,
that
hereafter
Ile
deserve
to
keepe
Your
faire
opinion
of
me
,
lust
could
never
Intrude
himselfe
a
guest
heere
,
I
should
not
Love
mine
owne
eyes
,
had
they
been
but
tempted
To
see
an
unchast
picture
with
delight
Pam.
What's
that
behinde
the
trees
?
Mus.
Nothing
,
the
birds
are
dancing
on
the
leaves
Call'd
heither
by
the
musique
of
your
tongue
Those
that
are
silent
doe
but
listen
to
Your
voyce
to
mend
their
singing
Pam.
Still
methinkes
I
heare
annother
noyse
Mus.
It
is
your
feare
Pam.
There's
some
thing
whispers
Mus.
Shall
I
tell
Pamela
Pam.
Pray
if
you
can
Mus.
It
is
the
winde
that
would
Steale
through
the
boughes
to
give
you
more
refreshing
Whom
the
trees
envie
,
I
doe
heare
it
murmer
To
be
kept
from
your
lips
which
it
would
kisse
And
mixing
with
your
breath
catch
odors
thence
Enough
to
sweeten
all
the
wood
,
there
can
No
other
danger
enter
heere
The
Rebells
cease
upon
Pamela
Pam.
We
are
betray'd
helpe
Mus.
Ha
,
villaines
,
y'ad
better
lay
violent
hands
Vpon
your
mothers
Cap.
Let
your
courage
coole
,
and
heare
us
you
were
best
If
you
doe
love
this
Gentlewomans
life
.
Put
up
your
toole
,
dee
see
this
bodkin
sir
With
it
,
Ile
punch
her
heart
,
if
you
but
offer
A
blow
at
any
of
my
traine
,
Ile
doo't
As
I
am
true
Rebell
and
for
the
more
security
Deliver
up
your
whinyard
to
our
uses
Or
Ile
make
an
eylet-hole
presently
Pam.
Doe
not
resigne
your
sword
but
use
it
.
Mus.
Hold
heare
me
Pam.
Let
us
both
die
with
honor
,
doe
not
give
Your
strength
and
trust
t'the
mercy
of
those
slaves
In
humane
villanes
to
us
Mus.
But
thy
life
,
—
as
you
are
men
but
heare
me
Cap.
Drop
your
steele
quickly
,
or
Mus.
Alas
she
is
my
wife
2.
Your
wife
,
if
you
love
her
be
not
troublesome
I
tell
you
againe
Pam.
Pamela
bids
thee
fight
,
feare
not
for
me
If
I
die
I
shall
not
be
dishonord
And
thou
shalt
take
a
brave
revenge
on
them
,
Pitty
not
me
to
loose
us
both
,
weel
meete
Again
in
death
and
love
eternally
Mus.
My
soule's
devided
,
shall
I
venture
her
?
Cap.
Ile
stay
no
longer
Mus.
Hold
and
take
my
sword
But
sweare
by
some
religion
you
will
use
No
violence
to
her
3.
We
sweare
Cap.
So
first
and
formost
throw
his
sword
out
of
the
way
,
we
have
no
vse
on't
,
secondly
bind
him
to
a
tree
Mus.
Set
her
at
liberty
And
use
what
cruelty
you
please
on
me
Kill
me
,
and
Ile
forgive
you
.
3.
Forgiv'e
us
,
heaven
forgive
thee
,
say
thy
prayers
Mus.
I
see
there's
pittie
in
you
,
if
your
wants
Councell
you
to
this
sinfull
trade
,
we
both
Will
freely
give
our
wealth
,
we
have
some
Iewells
Of
valew
to
redeeme
you
all
,
and
make
You
rich
if
you
dare
first
be
so
in
goodnes
And
exercise
no
tyrany
upon
Our
bodies
,
what
a
misery
it
is
Such
spirits
as
you
are
should
not
have
fortunes
High
as
your
thoughts
,
when
every
dunghill
fellow
Surfets
with
honors
and
estates
,
and
vomits
In
Taverns
what
would
keepe
your
families
,
But
'tis
the
times
disease
,
when
merrit
thus
Disgrac'd
and
unrewarded
by
the
state
Makes
subjects
desperate
3.
He
says
true
Mus.
I
prithee
take
my
cloathes
,
would
they
were
rich
And
worth
your
pillage
,
and
will
serve
me
3.
Alas
good
Gentleman
,
let
e'en
strip
him
Cap.
None
dare
to
take
a
skirt
Mus.
Perhaps
for
some
offences
you
are
banish'd
Your
houses
and
estates
2.
For
nothing
but
being
drunke
3.
And
offring
to
kill
the
King
4.
He
will
not
live
amongst
us
as
a
good
King
ought
.
Mus.
Alas
good
men
,
I
doe
presume
you
,
would
not
have
kill'd
the
King
in
any
malice
to
him
3.
I
love
the
King
with
all
my
heart
,
and
a
pox
take
him
that
does
not
,
would
he
would
but
pardon
us
1.
There's
no
hope
now
,
we
have
submitted
our selves
too
often
Mus.
Yet
let
him
heare
well
of
you
,
and
tho
Necessitie
compell
you
to
be
theeves
,
Be
honest
theeves
and
ravish
no body
.
And
this
report
ariving
at
his
eares
It
inclines
him
to
have
pittie
on
you
And
call
you
to
his
favour
Cap.
Vnhand
the
Gentlewoman
,
he
that
offers
her
But
a
wry
looke
had
better
eate
my
sword
3.
Or
my
scabbard
tho
it
have
been
pist
in
2.
Faith
Captaine
he
hath
given
us
good
councell
let
us
deale
Honestly
,
if
we
take
away
but
all
they
have
they
will
Have
more
cause
to
speake
well
of
us
Cap.
Vnbinde
the
malefactor
3.
Shall
I
give
him
his
sword
?
Cap.
His
sword
thou
ignorant
theefe
no
so
he
may
chance
to
aske
us
againe
for
his
Iewels
;
take
thy
Penelope
sweete
tong'd
Vlisses
;
and
on
the
next
back
smother
her
in
kisses
—
farwell
Mus.
Oh
,
my
Pamela
.
3.
Captaine
captaine
come
backe
he
calls
her
Pamela
that
should
be
the
Kings
daughter
,
Cap.
How
,
vmh
;
now
I
looke
better
on
her
I
have
seene
that
face
in
a
maske
before
now
Mus.
We
are
lost
agen
Pam.
I
am
the
same
Pamela
2.
What
ha
we
done
,
here
are
all
your
Iewells
not
a
stone
deminish'd
3.
If
there
be
let
me
be
gelded
Pam.
I
easily
forgive
all
and
will
be
So
far
from
a
complaint
that
Ile
pleade
for
Your
pardons
to
my
father
,
and
he
sha'
not
Be
able
to
denie
me
Omnes
A
pardon
,
a
pardon
,
if
it
please
your
highnes
weel
goe
backe
with
you
Pam.
Not
with
me
Cap.
As
we
are
true
men
and
theeves
Madam
Pam.
We
are
undone
agen
Mus.
At
our
returne
Ile
ioyne
with
her
3.
Returne
,
why
whether
are
you
going
so
farre
from
the
lodge
this
is
the
way
to
the
sea
Cap.
Vmh
,
I
guest
treason
,
are
not
you
an't
shall
please
your
Ladyship
running
away
with
this
Gentleman
2.
He
said
she
was
his
wife
3.
I
doe
not
like
him
Cap.
Lay
hands
on
him
agen
,
well
thought
upon
you
shall
Iustifie
your selves
before
the
King
Mus.
Dare
you
goe
to
the
King
without
a
pardon
2.
'Tis
the
only
way
to
procure
one
Mus.
Rather
goe
with
us
,
and
,
as
I
am
—
3.
What
are
you
Mus.
I
am
—
I
know
not
Cap.
Weel
teach
you
to
know
your selfe
;
away
with
'em
we
are
all
made
Mus.
Villaines
and
Rebells
.
Exeunt
Enter
Basilius
,
and
Gynecia
.
Bas.
Zelmane
has
abus'd
me
Gy.
Chide
not
her
'Twas
mine
owne
plot
to
trie
your
constancie
.
Death
cease
upon
Zelmane
for
his
comming
But
I
will
be
reveng'd
,
when
did
I
fall
From
my
high
birth
;
in
what
lascivious
action
Lost
I
my
fame
,
that
this
Basilius
should
wrong
his
owne
Gynecia
Bas.
I
am
asham'd
,
I
prithee
chide
no
more
.
She
gave
me
sure
some
philter
to
betray
My
bloud
to
this
dishonor
.
Gy.
Tho
your
lust
Mist
the
enjoying
him
for
whom
your
heart
Grew
wanton
,
yet
the
sin
cannot
be
purg'd
They
are
adulterate
sheetes
,
and
those
embraces
Which
lock'd
mine
armes
thy
guilt
,
not
one
warme
kisse
But
was
intended
for
Zelmanes
lips
Oh
my
fate
Bas.
Prithee
forgive
Gy.
The
silence
which
I
vs'd
I
wish'd
might
save
my
modesty
a
language
To
accuse
you
now
;
indeede
you
have
done
ill
Touse
me
thus
Bas.
My
love
to
thee
hereafter
Shall
redeeme
all
,
wound
me
no
more
I
prithee
Gy.
If
vice
have
so
possest
you
that
my
bed
Is
now
growne
hatefull
,
make
me
not
the
scorne
Of
all
your
kingdome
,
send
me
home
agen
To
Argos
to
weare
out
my
life
in
weeping
My
Lord
has
quite
forsaken
me
Bas.
Not
for
The
crownes
of
Greece
,
and
all
the
world
deere
deerest
Gynecia
pardon
thou
hast
sau'd
mine
honor
Destroy
me
not
agen
,
on
what
a
rocke
(
Had
not
thy
goodnes
rescued
me
)
had
I
Been
ever
ship
wrack'd
,
take
me
to
thy
love
,
A
sad
man
for
my
fault
,
never
,
oh
never
Shall
such
unworthy
thoughts
corrupt
my
heart
To
leave
a
chaste
wife
Gy.
I
doe
freely
pardon
this
error
Bas.
Then
I
am
straite
agen
Gy.
But
Zelmane
shall
accompt
Deerely
for
this
unlesse
he
satisfie
My
furious
bloud
,
new
welcome
to
my
bosome
Bas.
A
cup
of
wine
would
crowne
our
reconcilement
As
I
remember
in
the
cave
I
saw
A
golden
bottle
Exit
.
Gy.
Your
Majestie
may
taste
on't
,
but
I
meant
it
A
draught
for
false
Zelmane
,
it
being
virtuall
To
increase
affection
,
to
me
a
guift
My
mothers
love
bestow'd
when
I
was
married
To
Basilius
if
ever
he
grew
cold
Enter
Basilus
To
quicken
his
desires
,
I
never
yet
Made
tryall
Bas.
It
is
the
gods
Nepenthe
,
or
a
drinke
more
precious
I
prithee
giu't
a
name
,
and
if
my
kingdome
Afford
th'ingredients
let
me
tast
it
often
;
Ha
Gynecia
where
am
I
?
Gy.
Here
my
Lord
Bas.
I
thinke
I
am
deceiv'd
,
my
tongue
oth
sudden
drawes
backeward
;
and
my
limbes
grow
very
feeble
Ha
,
oh-farwell
.
Falls
Gy.
My
Lord
,
my
Lord
,
Basilius
,
oh
hee's
deade
If
he
be
poyson'd
I
have
made
faire
worke
Deere
husband
,
then
for
ever
mourne
Gynecia
The
gods
have
punish'd
thy
lascivious
heate
With
hastie
justice
,
hath
my
care
so
long
Almost
religiously
preserv'd
this
drinke
To
kill
thus
in
a
minute
;
oh
my
soule
Doth
feele
a
scorpion
,
and
my
lust
appeares
Enter
Dametas
and
a
Shepheard
Circled
with
thousand
furies
Shep.
Treason
treason
Dam.
Doe
set
out
your
throate
here
;
and
let
me
alone
to
rore
treason
in
the
eares
of
my
Lord
Philonax
—
I
should
ha'beene
the
towne
cryer
Shep.
Make
hast
.
Dam.
Oh
yes
treason
,
Gy.
When
you
have
spent
your
voyces
,
let
your
eyes
Speake
a
more
killing
language
Dam.
Ha
,
the
Queene
,
Madam
Pamela
,
is
gon
Gy.
No
matter
for
Pamela
,
looke
here
shepheards
Here
lies
the
King
Dam.
No
matter
for
Pamela
?
I
am
glad
of
that
Is
his
majestie
a sleepe
Gy.
Never
to
awake
,
hee's
deade
poyson'd
by
this
violl
Dam.
Oh
base
violl
,
why
here
is
more
treason
then
we
look'd
for
,
this
is
admirable
,
did
he
dye
against
his
will
,
or
was
he
kill'd
a
naturall
death
let
vs
sit
upon
him
Gy.
For
beare
,
I
can
direct
you
to
the
murderer
Looke
heere
you
shepheards
,
it
was
I
that
kill'd
him
Dam.
You
,
your
Majestie
is
very
merry
Gy.
Will
you
not
trust
me
Dam.
Yes
for
more
then
I
am
worth
,
but
if
you
kill'd
him
your selfe
,
your
majesty
must
pardon
me
for
that
,
I
have
nothing
to
say
to
you
but
,
treason
treason
;
Exit
.
Gy.
Yet
flie
Gynecia
and
save
thy
life
,
Betray
not
thine
owne
,
life
;
why
doe
I
talke
Of
safety
,
can
there
be
in
all
the
World
A
consort
,
when
my
honor
and
Basilius
Have
both
forsaken
me
Enter
Philonax
and
Dametas
with
a
guard
.
Philon.
Pamela
gon
,
how
does
the
King
take
it
Dam.
The
King
,
would
he
could
take
it
any
way
,
good
gentleman
hee's
in
a
pittifull
taking
himselfe
Philon.
What
sales
the
screech-oule
Dam.
The
truth
is
,
he
is
sent
of
an
errand
to
Erebus
hee's
dead
,
and
for
my
Lady
Philoclea
,
whom
I
suspect
Philon.
Ha
Dam.
And
you
make
hast
you
may
take
her
napping
,
there
is
a
thing
in
the
likenes
of
a
man
with
her
,
whom
very
valiantly
I
dis-arm'd
,
and
brought
away
his
naked
weapon
Philon.
What
traytor
?
didst
disarme
him
?
Dam.
Did
I
and
there
had
been
twentie
of
'em
I
would
not
have
car'd
a
rush
though
they
had
been
as
valiant
as
Hector
,
had
I
not
treason
a'my
side
so
soone
as
I
came
in
Philon.
Thou
dost
amaze
me
what
said
he
?
Dam.
Never
a
word
,
my
friend
quoth
to
his
sword
Philon.
Ideot
didst
speake
to
his
sword
?
Dam.
Why
he
was
fast
a sleepe
my
Lord
,
And
never
so
much
as
dreamt
of
me
Philon.
A sleepe
,
we
loose
time
goe
you
along
with
Dametas
,
seize
upon
that
Traytor
,
oh
I
am
rent
with
sorrow
Dam.
Come
my
Masters
be
not
afraid
as
long
as
I
have
a
sword
You
shall
goe
before
,
and
follow
my
example
ther's
the
King
my
Lord
Exeunt
Dametas
and
guard
,
Philon.
Madam
Gy.
Oh
Philonax
Philon.
Be
comforted
Gy.
You
shannot
neede
to
mocke
me
,
when
you
know
By
whom
he
dye'd
thou
wilt
call
in
thy
charity
And
curse
me
,
it
was
I
that
poysoned
him
,
Philon.
Good
Madam
speake
that
I
may
understand
,
You
poysoned
him
?
he
was
Basilius
Your
husband
and
your
King
,
it
cannot
be
You
are
the
Queene
his
wife
Gy.
His
murderer
The
horror
of
my
sinne
dwells
round
about
me
I
neede
no
more
accusers
then
my
Conscience
.
Doe
with
me
what
you
please
,
the
wicked
reasons
That
mov'd
me
to
it
you
shall
know
hereafter
Philon
,
Blesse
me
eternitie
,
Ile
not
beleeve
That
any
woman
after
this
can
love
Her
husband
,
oh
my
Lord
,
mercilesse
woman
For
heere
all
other
titles
lost
away
With
her
,
see
her
lodg'd
within
the
Castle
.
Enter
Dametas
and
a
guard
with
Philoclea
and
Pyrocles
at
one
doore
,
at
the
other
Enter
the
Rebells
with
Musidorus
and
Pamela
.
Dam.
Heere
they
are
my
Lord
Cap.
Where
is
the
King
?
Philon.
New
uprores
.
Dam.
My
charge
,
'tis
Pamela
,
my
Lord
Philonax
'tis
Pamela
Philon
,
Pamela
and
Philoclea
Cap.
Yes
my
Lord
we
suspected
they
were
running
away
together
and
therefore
in
hope
of
his
maiesties
pardon
Py.
Musidorus
and
thy
sister
under
guard
?
Mus.
Pyrocles
and
Philoclea
prisoners
too
?
Philon.
Looke
heere
unnaturall
children
,
for
I
cannot
pronounce
you
Innocent
,
this
circumstance
betrayes
your
guilt
,
see
where
your
king
and
father
lyes
a
cold
patterne
for
a
tombe
Pam.
Dead
?
Phi.
Oh
we
are
miserable
Pyr.
Basilus
dead
?
Mus.
Slaine
Philon.
He
was
murder'd
,
and
you
are
accessaries
Sure
I
have
seene
your
face
;
were
not
you
call'd
Zelmane
the
Amazon
?
Pyr.
I
was
.
Philon.
Disguises
,
injurious
villaine
Prophaner
of
all
hospitable
lawes
Pyr.
I
am
not
loose
to
answer
thee
Dam.
And
this
was
my
man
Dorus
my
Lord
,
a
ha
have
I
found
you
sirra
,
you
sent
me
abroad
to
be
a
gold-finder
.
Philon.
You
have
done
service
worthy
all
your
pardons
.
Now
in
my
rage
I
could
prevent
the
Law
And
sacrifice
their
treachrous
bloods
my selfe
To
this
reverend
hearse
.
Mus.
You
are
transported
Philonax
But
that
I
have
compassion
for
the
death
Of
that
good
King
I
could
laugh
at
thee
.
Philon.
Hence
,
load
them
with
Irons
,
Ladies
you
must
both
Be
patient
to
be
confinde
untill
You
cleere
yourselves
.
Pam.
What
sawcie
fellowe's
that
?
Meant
you
me
Philonax
,
vnhand
those
prisoners
Philon.
Away
with'em
I
command
Pam.
Yet
stay
and
heare
me
As
you
did
love
Basilius
heare
his
daughter
,
This
insolence
doth
interupt
the
teares
Due
to
my
deere
dead
father
,
and
inforces
Me
,
since
he
thus
forgets
,
to
declare
to
you
With
confidence
who
I
am
,
I
am
Pamela
The
eldest
daughter
of
Basilius
Your
Queene
if
I
mistake
not
,
since
my
father
Is
dead
,
to
whose
memorie
these
pious
dropps
Fall
as
the
tribute
of
my
griefe
,
who
then
Shall
be
obay'd
,
he
that
was
trusted
with
My
fathers
power
,
which
in
his
death
is
cancell'd
Or
I
your
naturall
princesse
?
Dam.
Vmh
,
my
charge
speakes
to
the
purpose
.
Pam.
Have
you
found
so
much
sweetenesse
in
the
raigne
You
borrowed
of
my
father
,
that
you
would
Vsurpe
now
he
is
dead
?
I
have
not
signed
Any
commission
for
your
office
,
how
Dare
you
then
in
my
presence
command
any
To
prison
,
nay
like
a
bould
insolent
traitor
Talke
of
confining
me
?
we
are
mercifull
To
let
you
keepe
your
proud
heade
on
.
Reb.
What
will
be
come
of
us
?
Dam.
You
shall
have
cleane
halters
.
Pam.
But
in
the
justice
to
my
royall
father
,
Snatch'd
hence
untimely
from
us
,
since
you
attempt
To
charge
them
with
his
death
,
we
give
you
space
To
live
and
to
accuse
them
,
they
shall
be
Our
prisoners
,
ith
meane
time
t'will
become
Your
person
to
goe
home
and
study
how
To
play
the
Advocate
when
you
are
call'd
By
us
,
and
the
grave
lawes
,
you
are
dismis'd
.
Philon.
I
am
astonish'd
,
doe
you
not
wonder
with
me
To
heare
the
daughter
of
our
late
good
King
Lost
to
her
filiall
pietie
,
this
comes
.
To
neere
apracide
Pamela
.
Contrie-men
It
is
apparent
they
have
all
conspird
The
death
of
the
old
king
,
me thinks
I
heare
His
groanes
confirme
it
,
if
you
suffer
such
A
treason
passe
Arcadia
will
become
The
scorne
of
all
the
world
,
nor
ever
shall
Any
good
prince
;
trust
his
life
amongest
you
,
For
my
Ambition
,
all
the
angells
know
How
tedious
the
houres
have
beene
,
since
I
Was
forc'd
to
take
this
kingdomes
weight
upon
me
.
But
let
not
ceremony
to
the
daughter
.
Whose
title
I
dispute
not
shame
our
duties
To
him
that
was
her
father
and
our
Master
.
Poyson'd
,
yes
poyson'd
by
those
men
that
have
No
names
,
and
will
betray
in
our
remisnes
The
honor
of
these
Ladies
and
our
countrie
As
they
have
done
his
pretious
life
already
,
As
you
are
good
men
let
them
be
arraign'd
If
they
be
innocent
their
goodnes
will
Protect
them
,
but
if
guilty
let
them
dye
Like
slaves
unpittied
.
Reb.
A
Philonax
,
a
Philonax
Pam.
Dare
ye
all
be
traytors
then
?
Philon.
This
your
great
love
reviues
me
,
then
convey
All
to
the
Castle
,
but
command
these
two
As
traytors
to
be
made
safe
,
the
ladies
shall
Be
vnder
mild
restraint
.
Pyr.
Villaines
Mus.
You
lives
shall
deerely
answer
this
.
We
must
obay
the
tyrant
,
were
our
hands
At
liberty
,
and
arm'd
with
our
good
swords
We
should
not
off
so
tamely
.
Exit
.
Dam.
Come
away
traytors
.
Philon.
Well
remember'd
you
.
Are
not
to
be
discharg'd
,
lodge
him
safe
too
.
Dam.
Who
I
,
he
does
not
meane
me
,
my
Lord
these
fellowes
.
Phi.
Take
him
a
way
,
a
traytor
with
the
rest
,
Enter
Messenger
.
Dam.
Away
away
Reb.
So
you
must
sir
Dam.
Would
I
might
never
see
my
wife
and
children
in
my
right
wits
,
if
I
be
a
traytor
that's
enough
my
Lord
,
the'il
carry
me
away
too
.
Reb.
De'e
remember
a
cleane
halter
?
come
on
sir
.
Exit
Phi.
King
Evarchus
saist
?
Mess.
He
has
but
a
small
traine
my
lord
.
Phi.
Alas
he
comes
to
late
to
visit
,
but
Most
seasonable
to
be
a
judge
in
this
Great
cause
,
take
gently
up
that
royall
body
Whose
soules
a
starre
already
,
all
that
we
Can
pay
is
justice
to
his
memorie
.
Exeunt
Actus
Quintus
.
Enter
Smipathus
,
Pamela
,
Philoclea
.
Pam.
GOod
Master
jaylor
you
might
be
so
curteous
in
your
office
to
let
vs
see
these
Gentlemen
,
Sim.
Madam
I
dare
not
,
Pam.
'Tis
well
you
dare
obay
King
Philonax
and
be
a
rebell
to
me
,
the
time
may
come
you
will
repent
.
Sim.
Confident
that
you
will
keepe
your
princely
words
not
to
interupt
or
change
any
discourse
with
'em
,
I
have
brought
you
where
you
may
tho
at
some
distance
heare
'em
,
they
are
preparing
for
musique
,
'tis
all
I
dare
consent
to
,
neither
durst
I
tell
them
you
should
be
with
in
reach
of
their
voyces
Pam.
Well
sir
we
are
content
Song
Phi.
Weel
speake
with'em
but
in
your
hearing
,
Pam.
Doe
not
intreate
him
sister
,
pray
have
a
speciall
remembrance
to
let'em
want
aire
and
necessaries
,
youl
'
forfeit
your
place
if
you
make
conscience
to
be
over
honest
to'em
.
Sim.
I
am
sorrie
Madam
you
accuse
my
nature
Which
never
yet
was
observ'd
cruell
,
I
Would
be
as
just
to
your
commands
.
Pam.
So
it
seemes
Sim.
Were
these
misfortunes
over
Pam.
Good
sir
no
tedious
excuses
nor
Apollogy
but
proceede
you
and
your
great
Master
Philonax
,
and
he
will
make
you
his
treasurer
,
or
trust
you
with
his
great
seale
,
you
cannot
choose
but
be
an
excellent
keeper
.
Phi.
What
will
become
of
us
?
Pam.
Nay
what
will
become
at'h
Princes
,
there's
my
feare
,
would
they
were
free
againe
,
and
had
but
their
good
swords
to
second
their
innocence
,
I
am
mad
to
thinke
what
a
condition
we
are
falne
to
,
prithee
Philoclea
shed
some
teares
for
me
,
if
I
weepe
now
it
must
be
for
anger
that
we
cannot
help
'em
,
but
let
the
gray-beards
looke
too't
,
for
if
they
suffer
,
unlesse
they
send
me
of
an
errand
after
them
,
not
a
head
that
nodded
to
their
sentence
,
shall
know
where
to
finde
Shoulders
to
support'em
Phi.
'Las
sister
I
want
drops
for
my
owne
greefe
My
fathers
death
,
Pum.
My
father
,
that
that
hath
open'd
The
spring
agen
Phi.
And
although
guilty
of
his
bloud
,
for
so
They
say
our
mother
hath
confest
her selfe
I
must
in
dutie
weepe
for
her
.
Pam.
My
mother
That
word
strikes
double
sorrow
,
and
doth
call
A
floud
to
drown
my
eyes
,
shall
we
not
see
her
?
Phi.
She
could
not
kill
him
sure
,
did
ever
greefe
So
soone
make
such
a
paire
of
Orphants
,
our
Fortunes
are
so
strange
and
thicke
,
posterity
Will
thinke
our
storie
fiction
,
and
yet
It
seemes
th'are
not
so
great
to
breake
our
hearts
A'th
suddaine
,
I
would
willingly
dye
too
But
I
remember
Pyrocles
Pam.
And
I
my
deere
lov'd
Musidorus
,
at
which
name
My
teares
dry
up
,
and
blacke
revenge
prepares
Thy
throne
within
my
bloud
,
but
Simpathus
Sim.
Madam
Pam.
Are
not
the
Princes
sent
for
yet
?
Sim.
Not
yet
Pam.
I
prithee
tell
me
how
they
looke
;
what
say
they
to
thee
?
Phi.
Doe
they
name
us
?
Sim.
It
hath
been
all
their
question
,
how
both
their
Princely
mistrisses
doe
fare
,
for
so
They
call
you
Ladyes
,
when
I
answer
well
Their
joy
shootes
up
in
prayers
that
you
may
still
Continue
safe
.
Phi.
Doe
they
not
raile
sometimes
and
curse
?
Sim.
I
never
heard'em
Pam.
Canst
thou
be
such
a
foole
then
to
beleeve
They
are
murderers
?
Sim.
I
doe
not
beleeve
they
are
Pam.
Doe
not
if
thou
darst
be
a
Knave
,
and
try
if
the
Divell
will
beare
you
out
in't
,
we
must
not
see'em
Sin.
Alas
Madam
Pam.
Nor
speake
to
our
mother
,
Sim.
I
am
commanded
Pam.
Thou
shat
not
deny
us
a
little
discourse
with
Dametas
my
old
governor
since
we
have
no
other
company
.
Sim.
You
shall
Phi.
His
presence
could
be
never
more
unwelcome
Beside
his
follies
will
but
ill
agree
With
our
affliction
Pam.
They
cannot
hurt
Vs
sister
I
have
a
brest
as
deepely
charg'd
As
thine
although
I
flatter
it
,
'tis
no
sinne
To
enable
vs
for
bearing
—
how
de'e
Governor
?
Enter
Dametas
Dam.
How
dee
Madam
,
'
een
as
you
see
,
as
ill
as
this
iron
age
can
make
a
man
Pam.
What
will
they
doe
with
thee
?
Dam.
They
cannot
use
me
worse
then
they
have
;
for
I
am
hang'd
in
chaines
already
,
I
have
had
three
whippings
into
the
bargaine
to
,
if
they
hold
such
a
hand
over
me
long
,
I
shall
never
be
able
to
sleepe
in
a
whole
skin
.
Pam.
Had
you
any
hand
in
my
fathers
death
?
Dam.
Hand
,
I
was
so
farre
from
having
any
hand
,
that
I
had
not
so
much
as
a
finger
in't
,
no
your
mother
poisond
him
with
a
base
violl
.
Phi.
Oh
misery
!
Dam.
But
Madam
,
I
did
not
thinke
you
had
been
so
dishonest
,
and
you
had
meant
to
runne
away
with
any body
I
thought
you
would
have
told
me
so
,
but
I
see
a
woman
and
a
wet
eele
have
both
slipperie
tailes
.
Pam.
You
ran
away
from
me
.
Dam.
Who
I
runne
?
I
was
never
so
good
a
foote
man
in
my
life
,
alas
I
was
tould
by
that
rascall
Dorus
where
a
great
deale
of
gold
was
buried
,
and
I
went
simply
with
a
resolution
after
I
came
home
to
build
halfe
a
dozen
Churches
,
but
now
I
heare
say
there
is
a
Gallowes
built
to
my
hands
,
and
I
must
hang
ding
dong
like
a
bell
in
the
wodden
steeple
.
Pam.
Speake
well
of
Dorus
sirra
,
you
had
more
neede
to
pray
for
him
.
Dam.
Heaven
convert
him
then
,
and
tho
he
live
when
I
am
dead
he
may
be
rotten
as
soone
as
I
Phi.
Who
sent
you
sirra
to
my
Chamber
?
Dam.
Sent
me
,
the
Divell
;
and
I
ha
thriv'd
accordingly
,
would
my
wife
had
broke
her
necke
when
I
tooke
you
together
.
Pam.
Your
wife
.
Dam.
Or
my
daughter
,
or
you
or
any body
to
save
the
loose
of
my
owne
sweete
Madam
speake
a
good
word
for
me
,
and
Ile
—
speake
annother
for
you
,
my
evidence
will
be
heard
,
and
I
care
Not
what
I
sweare
;
'tis
not
for
the
King
hee's
dead
,
I
looke
Every
minute
for
a
voyce
to
call
me
to
the
Sessions
.
Within
.
Dametas
Dam.
Hey
there
'tis
already
,
as
ever
you
hope
to
be
married
while
your
maiden
heads
are
sweete
;
save
me
from
the
Gallowes
,
for
if
I
be
once
hang'd
I
shall
never
be
my
owne
man
agen
.
Exit
.
Phi.
They
are
very
hasty
to
arraigne
em
,
Pyrocles
There's
nothing
left
me
now
but
prayers
for
thee
With
which
Ile
wearie
heaven
or
tire
my selfe
For
thy
successe
.
Recorders
,
Pam.
I
would
doe
so
but
I
Flourish
.
Feare
my
revenge
will
kill
my
charity
.
Exeunt
,
Enter
Evarchus
,
Philonax
and
Slmpathus
,
The
Bere
.
Euax.
My
Lord
your
sorrow
and
not
my
ambition
Hath
made
me
Iudge
to day
,
therefore
attend
The
proofe
of
your
election
,
I
came
With
purpose
of
a
visit
to
your
Master
But
now
salute
his
hearse
,
and
weare
a
title
Of
your
Protector
,
in
whch
name
I
gave
command
The
prisoners
should
be
sent
for
.
Sim.
'Tis
done
,
and
they
are
readie
;
Philon.
My
Lord
my
part
to day
is
to
accuse
And
not
side
in
compassion
.
Enter
Gynecia
,
Mufidorus
,
Pyrocles
and
Dametas
guarded
:
a
Barre
set
out
.
Eu.
That
the
Queene
?
Philon.
Yes
,
My
Lord
Eu.
She
shewes
a
much
deiected
Lady
.
Philon.
Has
she
not
cause
?
Eu.
Those
the
pretended
Princes
?
Of
comely
presence
both
,
what's
he
?
Philon.
Dametas
to
whose
trust
the
King
gave
up
Pamela
his
eldest
daughter
.
Eu.
Where
is
she
?
Philon.
Accompanied
with
her
sister
in
the
Castle
Their
presence
might
occasion
some
tumult
,
Nor
doe
the
Arcadian
Lawes
allow
proceeding
Against
the
next
of
bloud
,
as
they
permit
not
She
should
determine
anything
her selfe
Till
yeares
or
marriage
enable
her
.
Dam.
I
will
forgive
thee
Philonax
for
more
malice
then
thou
hast
brought
against
my
life
,
for
being
so
honest
to
Pamela
,
Philon.
Sir
I
looke
not
for
your
thankes
Pyr.
As
you
are
honorable
,
I
beseech
you
I'th
name
of
sacred
Iustice
,
ere
you
further
Proceed
against
our
facts
declare
what
you
Determine
of
Philolea
,
who
is
all
Innocence
And
most
unjustly
suffers
,
tho
in
thought
You
doubt
ther
virgin
honor
Eu.
She
must
become
a
recluse
And
all
her
life
with
strict
profession
Of
Chastity
repaire
her
blemish'd
honor
.
Pyr.
A
Vestall
?
Not
if
I
live
,
yet
if
I
die
it
carries
This
comfort
none
hereafter
shall
enjoy
The
faire
Philoclea
.
Eu.
Now
to
the
Queene
Philon.
Madam
stand
to
the
barre
.
Gy.
My
barr
indeede
which
I
have
laide
my selfe
To
bring
my
honor
to
a
fall
and
ruine
Oh
my
deere
Lord
my
teares
doe
now
enbalme
thee
,
My
blood
shall
quickly
follow
.
Philon.
As
you
are
just
Let
not
her
sorrow
tempt
you
to
forget
What
sin
she
hath
committed
,
I
want
words
To
expresse
the
horror
of
the
deede
which
will
Throw
shame
on
all
her
sex
.
Gy.
Stay
Philonax
sh'at
have
.
What
thou
desirest
,
I
have
been
a
judge
already
Vpon
my selfe
and
doe
not
desire
life
,
That
am
condem'd
by
my
owne
killing
sentence
I
doe
againe
confesse
I
was
the
murderer
Of
your
and
my
Lord
,
robd
Arcadia
and
My
children
of
a
father
,
I
,
none
but
I
Poyson'd
Basilius
Pyr.
Palladius
dost
heare
?
Mus.
Vnfortunate
Lady
,
Gy.
And
what
could
Philonax
say
more
against
me
?
There
remaines
onely
to
obay
your
Iudgement
Which
cannot
come
in
any
shape
of
death
Too
horrid
for
my
sinne
I'me
very
weary
Of
this
bad
world
,
be
just
and
take
a
life
From
me
that
else
will
groane
it selfe
away
And
mocke
your
Iustice
.
Philon.
You
heare
my
Lord
?
Evar.
And
thus
proceede
to
sentence
Having
confest
,
to
spare
your
proofe
how
much
She
hath
offended
,
an
example
to
all
times
We
censure
thus
,
she
shall
presently
Be
carried
to
prison
where
she
may
Have
foode
but
only
to
sustaine
her
life
Vntill
her
husbands
buriall
,
with
whom
In
the
same
vault
she
shall
be
clos'd
alive
To
keepe
his
body
company
from
which
Her
cruelty
divorc'd
his
soule
,
Gy.
Ya're
Iust
.
Pyr.
My
heart
weepes
for
her
Mus,
'Tis
a
severe
sentence
.
Gy.
Who
binds
my
hands
?
Basilius
I
come
To
be
a
living
guest
in
thy
sad
tombe
.
Exit
.
Philon.
The
others
to
the
barre
Eva.
What
are
their
names
?
Pyr.
Daiphantas
of
Licia
mine
Mus.
Mine
Palladius
of
Iberia
.
Ev.
We
do
not
dispute
their
titles
heere
,
they
are
Privat
persons
,
you
may
proceede
.
Phil.
I
shall
,
and
with
as
much
brevitie
Ev.
Choose
whom
you'l
first
accuse
.
Philon.
Then
first
this
Daiphantas
,
this
Zelmane
This
what
you
will
,
for
he
hath
yet
no
name
Nor
shape
that
we
can
trust
to
,
having
knowledge
Of
our
late
masters
solitary
life
,
Came
not
without
a
purpose
of
this
treachery
And
by
the
cunning
of
Gynecia
Ith
habit
of
a
woman
was
received
As
an
unsuspected
guest
,
enjoy'd
the
freedome
,
Of
those
whom
the
King
plac'd
neerest
his
bosome
,
His
children
not
more
deere
,
treason
thus
fortified
They
soone
conspird
the
death
of
this
good
King
,
A
cave
this
Gentlewomans
,
lodging
was
The
fatall
sceane
where
the
unhappy
Queene
By
his
direction
forc'd
his
deere
life
from
him
I
omit
what
lustfull
motive
prompted
her
That
with
more
licence
she
might
twine
with
this
Hermophrodite
,
and
that
they
had
appointed
Where
they
might
meete
when
this
blacke
deede
was
done
,
But
heaven
was
mercifull
and
prevented
her
Flight
by
the
happy
comming
in
of
Shepheards
In
the
meane
time
transported
with
the
confidence
Of
her
performance
,
that
he
might
not
leave
Any
revenger
of
this
hatefull
murder
He
hastily
makes
up
to
Philocleas
Chamber
,
Whereby
the
mingling
(
what
he
could
)
her
shame
With
his
offence
,
he
easily
might
enforce
Her
to
be
accessarie
to
her
fathers
death
,
And
under
her
protection
,
and
her
sisters
(
Gainst
whom
they
knew
we
were
not
to
rebell
)
Seize
with
one
gripe
the
state
,
but
heaven
preserv'd
All
by
the
unexpected
comming
up
Of
this
Dametas
.
Dam.
Yes
heaven
and
I
preserv'd
all
.
Philon.
Who
sought
then
for
Pamela
Which
the
other
Princely
theefe
had
stolen
away
,
And
finding
these
,
I
meane
Philoclea
And
this
young
man
together
,
found
occasion
To
inclose
the
ravisher
till
by
command
They
were
apprehended
:
thus
you
have
in
short
His
wicked
storie
,
and
what
punishment
Will
not
be
thought
a
mercy
to
that
monster
That
kills
a
King
,
dishonoreth
a
Queene
,
And
violates
the
daughter
?
Pyr.
In
things
promoted
with
such
cunning
mixture
'Tis
hard
to
shape
a
square
and
direct
answer
.
My
accusers
sordid
and
malicious
railing
More
greevious
to
my
tender
sence
of
honor
Then
death
can
be
,
I
forget
him
A
thing
beneath
my
anger
and
arm'd
with
My
owne
simplicity
doubt
not
to
assure
How
much
my
cause
is
iniur'd
,
know
Grave
Iudge
This
prince
and
I
drawne
hither
by
the
fame
Of
the
rare
beauties
in
Basilius
daughters
Knowing
that
with
their
parents
they
liv'd
heere
Secluded
from
the
world
,
where
no
accesse
In
our
owne
persons
was
to
be
expected
,
Put
on
these
formes
as
soonest
might
conduce
To
make
our
loves
knowne
:
this
Palladius
Became
so
fortunate
that
his
Princely
Mistris
Consented
to
forsake
,
and
trust
his
conduct
To
a
happier
kingdome
:
my
fortune
Was
not
so
happy
,
for
I
did
not
cherrish
A
greater
flame
,
yet
modest
,
of
Philoclea
Then
her
weake
father
in
my
sex
deceiv'd
Retain'd
of
me
,
that
tyr'd
with
his
solicites
I
had
no
time
to
perfect
my
desires
With
his
faire
daughter
,
Till
under
collour
of
some
devotions
I
made
a
cave
my
lodging
to
invite
Basilius
thether
,
with
full
hope
to
enjoy
me
,
But
this
revealing
to
the
Queene
,
she
tooke
My
place
to
make
the
old
King
see
his
follies
.
In
the
meane
time
I
must
confesse
I
went
To
bright
Philocleas
Chamber
hoping
to
Win
her
by
all
the
charmes
of
noble
love
To
leave
Arcadia
;
but
she
unhappily
Obeying
her
owne
Genius
gave
no
Consent
,
when
in
the
midst
of
my
securitie
I
know
not
by
what
meanes
I
was
made
prisoner
.
And
heere's
the
thred
to
guide
through
this
laborinth
,
Me thinkes
your
man
of
mightie
tongue
should
blush
To
have
spent
his
rage
so
poorely
.
Ev.
What
ic
all
this
to
the
death
of
the
old
King
?
Pyr.
By
all
the
gods
I
am
innocent
The
Queene
hath
absolu'd
me
,
as
for
Philoclea
If
you
will
call't
a
cryme
in
that
I
lov'd
her
I
am
and
shall
be
guiltie
,
but
had
never
A
thought
so
rude
to
force
her
unstain'd
chastity
:
Or
if
the
honor
of
this
excellent
Lady
Suffer
it'h
blind
opinion
of
the
world
Our
marriage
not
my
death
may
cure
all
wounds
Malice
can
fasten
on
her
name
.
Philon.
Oh
impudence
.
Ev.
If
this
be
all
you
have
to
say
proceede
To
his
confederate
.
Philon.
The
imagination
how
miserable
These
juglers
would
have
made
us
and
our
Country
If
their
disguise
had
prosper'd
,
strikes
a
terror
Through
all
my
faculties
,
my
tongue's
enfeebled
.
Therefore
to
omit
his
practice
in
the
murder
Which
you
may
easily
collect
by
circumstance
This
is
enough
to
call
him
a
foule
traytor
He
did
attempt
to
steale
a
way
out
princesse
The
hope
and
treasure
of
Arcadia
And
taken
in
the
fact
dares
not
deny
it
,
Had
he
no
other
cry
me
to
answer
for
This
pulls
severe
death
on
him
,
and
to
insist
Vpon
offences
of
so
foule
a
nature
Were
to
distrust
your
wisdome
or
your
Iustice
.
Thou
to
ther
shame
of
mankinde
speake
to
this
.
Mus.
Not
for
thy
sake
who
in
this
misery
Hast
only
merrited
to
be
my
scorne
But
for
the
truth
I
answer
,
pardon
sir
If
passion
make
me
not
remember
language
That
should
become
this
place
,
this
ill
tongu'd
man
That
with
such
vehemence
accuseth
thus
Is
himselfe
guilty
.
Philon.
How
?
Mus.
Of
a
more
hatefull
vice
,
ingratitude
.
Is
this
the
paiment
for
our
services
Which
once
thy
tongue
acknowledged
had
desev'd
Statues
to
the
eternall
memory
Of
the
preservers
of
your
King
and
Country
?
Is
all
the
vallor
of
this
young
man
cancell'd
When
Rebells
had
advanc'd
their
daring
swords
High
as
the
throat
of
your
old
King
,
his
wife
And
trembling
daughters
,
is
the
time
forgotten
When
wild
beasts
had
prepared
their
riotous
mawes
To
bury
the
deere
pledges
of
your
kingdome
?
Oh
where
had
been
my
treason
or
his
rape
Had
they
been
then
devourd
?
the
ground
has
not
Drunke
up
the
blood
so
perfectly
,
but
there
Remaines
a
coulour
to
teach
impious
men
To
blush
for
their
ingratitude
,
have
we
Beene
carelesse
of
our
lives
to
preserve
The
King
when
danger
threatend
horror
to
him
And
can
a
temperate
man
imagine
we
Should
be
his
murderers
,
we
had
not
sav'd
To
be
our selves
the
hangmen
?
but
I'me
charg'd
For
stealing
of
your
Princesse
,
can
your
breathes
Acknowledge
her
your
Soveraigne
,
and
allow
No
faith
to
what
she
sayes
,
you
have
degraded
My
blood
from
honor
,
and
vnlesse
you
make
me
Lesse
then
her
subject
I
was
bound
to
obay
When
she
commanded
I
should
waite
upon
her
,
But
you'l
object
I
counsell'd
her
,
I
did
And
justifie
the
act
,
she
was
confinde
Too
narrowly
,
and
I
durst
leade
her
to
A
throane
above
the
Majesty
her
birth
Can
challenge
in
Arcadia
,
love
whose
force
The
gods
have
not
resisted
may
plead
for
me
.
Ev.
Is
this
all
?
Mus.
Tho
it
want
method
'tis
enough
to
vindicate
My
honor
from
his
base
aspertion
.
Ev.
To
him
you
call
Dametas
Dam.
Not
guilty
my
Lord
,
as
I
hope
to
be
sav'd
not
guilty
.
Philon.
Neglect
of
the
great
charge
with
which
the
King
Our
Master
trusted
him
summes
up
his
fault
.
Dam.
I
was
made
a
gould-finder
,
I
desire
Iustice
for
him
and
Mercy
for
my selfe
.
Philon.
Silence
.
Eu.
I
have
heard
you
with
attention
,
and
whereas
To
the
Kings
death
(
the
unhappy
cause
of
this
Assembly
)
you
have
answer'd
with
deniall
Which
you
thinke
fortified
by
the
Queenes
Selfes
only
accusation
,
I
must
tell
you
It
frees
you
not
,
for
tho
no
manifest
proofes
Yet
circumstances
well
examin'd
make
you
The
accidentall
causes
of
his
murder
.
For
the
other
part
of
your
offence
I
finde
not
You
have
deny'd
your
guilt
,
but
onley
use
Quallification
and
excuse
;
your
services
In
themselves
high
and
honorable
,
allow
you
No
priviledge
to
offend
,
but
give
your
blacke
,
faults
A
blacke
die
;
then
justly
weighing
your
offence
,
you
meete
In
equall
guilt
,
for
tho
you
first
conveid
Away
Pamela
,
his
intention
was
Earely
as
yours
,
and
by
the
rules
of
justice
The
will
stands
for
the
act
,
both
ravished
Although
not
of
the
Ladies
from
themselves
Yet
from
their
parents
and
their
countrie
,
which
By
all
the
Grecian
Lawes
is
paid
with
death
.
Thus
then
I
must
pronounce
Daiphantas
shall
Be
throwne
from
some
high
tower
to
meere
his
death
,
Palladius
loose
his
head
before
Sunne-set
The
executioner
shall
be
Dametas
Which
office
of
the
common
hangman
he
Shall
for
his
whole
life
execute
,
a
punishment
For
his
neglect
of
duty
.
Dam.
must
I
be
hangman
?
oh
brave
,
heaven
preserve
your
Lordship
,
I
shall
quickly
learne
the
trade
,
and
if
ever
any
of
your
honors
have
occasion
to
use
me
,
I
will
owe
you
a
good
turne
,
and
in
token
I
have
beene
bound
to
you
the
knot
of
my
dutifull
affection
,
shall
tell
a
tale
in
your
eare
you
shall
thanke
me
when
you
are
hang'd
,
come
your
wayes
,
but
I
beseech
your
Lordship
,
I
may
be
allow'd
a
man
some
times
I
would
be
loath
to
hange
or
to
behead
my selfe
,
my
wife
or
my
owne
kindred
,
but
if
it
happen
there
be
more
worke
then
he
can
turne
his
hands
to
,
I
will
not
sticke
with
him
to
hang
my selfe
,
provide
you
malefactors
and
let
me
alone
for
halters
.
Enter
Callander
and
Calodoulus
Cala.
Hold
stay
the
prisoners
my
Lord
Protector
Calo.
Oh
my
Lord
Mus.
My
servant
Calodoulus
by
thy
duty
Reveale
us
not
.
Calo.
Let
me
rather
be
dumbe
eternally
Then
two
such
princes
be
lost
by
my
silence
.
Ev.
My
sonne
and
Nephew
are
they
living
?
Calo.
Your
owne
Pyrocles
and
his
Princely
Nephew
,
Cala.
Aske
your
father
blessing
,
unhand'em
rascalls
.
Philon.
The
two
most
famous
Princes
in
the
world
.
Mus.
'Tis
Evarchus
thy
father
Pyrocles
,
my
vncle
king
of
Macedon
,
all
yee
gods
,
my
heart
is
extaside
with
ioy
.
Pyr.
My
father
Ev.
My
blessing
and
my
teares
you
both
divide
.
Witnesse
with
me
,
yee
immortall
powers
this
day
I
have
done
nothing
,
but
what
justice
and
Your
native
lawes
require
,
without
the
knowledge
How
neere
they
were
to
my
owne
blood
,
but
since
They
are
prou'd
my
Sonne
and
Nephew
Endow'd
by
nature
richly
,
and
how
merriting
The
fame
and
love
of
all
the
world
before
This
accident
,
I
leave
to
your
owne
thoughts
,
Besides
these
two
I
have
no
joyes
of
life
.
Cala.
Excellent
Evarchus
;
why
did
you
change
your
names
?
Pyr.
To
prevent
the
dishonor
of
our
blood
If
we
had
suffer'd
Ev.
But
I
have
judg'd
already
and
if
right
I
have
not
wrong'd
,
vnlesse
the
name
Of
child
have
power
to
alter
sacred
Iustice
You
both
must
dye
,
though
when
I
speake
your
death
It
creeps
upon
my
heart
.
Mus.
We
dreame
,
is
this
thy
father
Pyrocles
?
Ev.
Away
with
em
.
Mus.
'Tis
most
tyranicall
he
is
thy
sonne
.
Thou
wot
not
be
a
murderer
of
thy
owne
?
Make
not
thy
name
hated
of
all
the
world
When
it
shall
say
hereafter
Pyrocles
Had
no
fault
in
him
but
he
was
thy
sonne
.
Pyr.
For
me
I
am
his
owne
and
being
so
Dispos'd
of
by
his
Iustice
;
to
whom
rather
I
hop'd
to
have
been
a
comfort
then
a
shame
I
kisse
my
sentence
;
but
you
cannot
place
Your
Kinsman
in
the
sacrifice
his
mother
And
countrie
pleade
a
title
he
is
theirs
Oh
save
my
princely
cosen
Ev.
Sure
I
shannot
live
Long
after
them
,
and
Gentlemen
if
I
dye
Before
I
leave
Arcadia
let
my
ashes
Mingle
with
theirs
:
Bas.
oh
oh
oh
Dam.
My
Lord
,
Gentlemen
,
there's
something
stirs
and
groans
Come
backe
.
Ev.
Basilius
alive
,
assist
him
Philonax
.
He
breathes
,
what
streames
of
joy
runne
through
me
?
Send
for
Gynecia
and
his
daughters
.
Bas
Why
am
I
supported
thus
like
a
dead
man
?
What
are
you
?
Ev.
Evarchus
your
old
friend
.
Bas.
I
ha
seene
that
face
before
,
'tis
like
sweete
Zelmane
.
Ev.
My
sonne
Pyr.
But
was
a
conterfeit
Zelmane
.
Bas.
Wonders
,
and
you
?
Ev.
My
Nephew
,
prince
of
Thessaly
Enter
Gynecia
,
Pamela
and
Philoclea
,
Mus.
Tho
late
your
servant
Dorus
Bas.
Very
strange
;
Gynecia
Gy.
My
deere
Lord
return'd
A
thousand
kisses
welcome
him
to
life
Which
I
was
wearie
of
in
thy
losse
.
Bas.
My
daughters
Pam.
Oh
my
father
Bas.
Are
you
Philonax
?
Ev.
Your
trusty
servant
Philon.
The
oracle
is
accomplish'd
.
Bas.
You
amase
me
,
let
me
collect
Phi.
Oh
my
sweet
Pyrocles
Pam.
We
shall
not
be
divor'd
I
hope
agen
Pyr.
I
am
your
servant
ever
Mus.
Devinest
Mistris
Ev.
Your
soules
I
see
are
married
Let
me
present
these
princes
to
be
your
sonnes
Bas.
Is
this
reall
?
Gy.
'Tis
dangerous
to
expect
the
storie
.
I
fear'd
the
drinke
,
but
it
may
be
his
vertue
To
encrease
his
love
to
me
,
Ile
tell
you
more
within
sir
.
Philon.
Let
me
obtaine
your
pardons
Ev.
To
his
Chamber
lead
him
gently
Bas.
All
is
strange
.
Mus.
Never
was
day
so
full
of
happy
change
Florish
:
FINIS
.