Actus
1.
Scoen.
1.
Enter
at
seuerall
doores
Lord
LYON
,
TRASILINE
followes
him
,
CLERIMON
meetes
them
.
TRASILINE
.
WEll
ore
tane
my
Lord
.
LYON
.
Noble
friend
welcome
,
and
see
who
encounters
vs
,
honourable
good
Clerimon
.
CLE.
My
good
Lord
Lyon
,
most
happily
met
worthy
Traefilme
,
Come
gallants
,
whats
the
newes
,
the
season
affoords
vs
variety
,
the
novilists
of
our
time
runnes
on
heapes
,
to
glut
their
itching
eares
with
airie
sounds
,
trotting
to'th
burse
;
and
in
the
Temple
walke
with
greater
zeale
to
heare
a
nouall
lye
,
then
a
pyous
Anthum
tho
chanted
by
Cherubins
.
TRANS.
True
Sir
:
and
holds
set
counsels
,
to
vent
their
braine
sicke
opinions
with
presagements
what
all
states
shall
designe
.
CLE.
Thats
as
their
intelligence
serues
.
LYON
And
that
shall
serue
as
long
as
inuention
lastes
,
there
dreames
they
relate
,
as
spoke
from
Oracles
,
or
if
the
gods
should
hold
a
synod
,
and
make
them
their
secritaries
,
they
will
diuine
and
prophecie
too
:
but
come
and
speake
your
thoughts
of
the
intended
marriage
with
the
Spanish
Prince
,
He
is
come
you
see
,
and
brauely
entertainde
.
TRAS.
Hee
is
so
,
but
not
married
yet
.
CLE.
But
like
to
be
,
and
shall
haue
in
dowry
with
the
Princesse
this
Kingdome
of
Cycele
.
LEON
.
Soft
and
faire
,
there
is
more
will
forbid
the
baines
,
then
say
amen
to
the
marriage
:
though
the
King
vsurped
the
Kingdome
,
during
the
non-age
of
the
Prince
Phylaster
,
hee
must
not
thinke
to
bereaue
him
of
it
quite
;
hee
is
now
come
to
yeares
to
claime
the
Crowne
.
TRA.
And
lose
his
head
in
'
the
asking
.
LEON
.
A
diadem
worn
by
a
headlesse
King
wold
be
wonderous
,
Phylaster
is
too
weake
in
power
.
GLE.
He
hath
many
friends
.
LEON
.
And
few
helpers
.
TRA.
The
people
loue
him
.
LEON
.
I
grant
it
,
that
the
King
knowes
too
well
,
And
makes
this
Contract
to
make
his
faction
strong
:
Whats
a
giddy-headed
multitude
,
That's
not
Disciplinde
nor
trainde
vp
in
Armes
,
To
be
trusted
vnto
?
No
,
he
that
will
Bandy
for
a
Monarchie
,
must
prouide
Braue
marshall
troopes
with
resolution
armde
,
To
stand
the
shock
of
bloudy
doubtfull
warre
,
Not
danted
though
disastrous
Fate
doth
frowne
,
And
spit
all
spightfull
fury
in
their
face
:
Defying
horror
in
her
vgliest
forme
,
And
growes
more
valiant
,
the
more
danger
threats
;
Or
let
leane
famine
her
affliction
send
,
Whose
pining
plagues
a
second
hel
doth
bring
,
Thei'le
hold
their
courage
in
her
height
of
spleene
,
Till
valour
win
plenty
to
supply
them
,
What
thinke
ye
,
would
yer
feast-hunting
Citizens
Indure
this
?
TRA.
No
sir
,
a
faire
march
a
mile
out
of
town
that
their
wiues
may
bring
them
their
dinners
,
is
the
hottest
seruice
that
they
are
trained
vp
to
.
CLE.
I
could
wish
their
experience
answered
their
loues
,
Then
should
the
much
too
much
wrongd
Phylaster
,
Possesse
his
right
in
spight
of
Don
and
the
diuell
.
TRA.
My
heart
is
with
your
wishes
.
LEON
.
And
so
is
mine
,
And
so
should
all
that
loues
their
true
borne
Prince
,
Then
let
vs
ioyne
our
Forces
with
our
mindes
,
In
whats
our
power
to
right
this
wronged
Lord
,
And
watch
aduantage
as
best
may
fit
the
time
To
stir
the
murmuring
people
vp
,
Who
is
already
possest
with
his
wrongs
,
And
easily
would
in
rebellion
rise
,
Which
full
well
the
King
doth
both
know
and
feare
,
But
first
our
seruice
wee'le
proffer
to
the
Prince
,
And
set
our
proiects
as
he
accepts
of
vs
;
But
husht
,
the
King
is
comming
.
sound
musicke
within
.
Enter
the
King
,
PHARAMONT
,
the
Princesse
,
the
Lady
GALLATEA
,
the
Lady
MEGRA
,
a
Gentlewoman
,
with
Lords
attending
,
the
King
takes
his
seate
.
KING
.
Faire
Prince
,
Since
heauens
great
guider
furthers
our
intents
,
And
brought
you
with
safety
here
to
arriue
Within
our
Kingdome
and
Court
of
Cycele
,
We
bid
you
most
welcome
,
Princely
Pharamont
,
And
that
our
Kingly
bounty
shall
confirme
,
Euen
whilst
the
Heauens
hold
so
propitious
aspect
Wee'le
crowne
your
wisht
desires
(
with
our
owne
)
Lend
me
your
hand
sweet
Prince
,
hereby
enioy
A
full
fruition
of
your
best
contents
,
The
interest
I
hold
I
doe
possesse
you
with
,
Onely
a
fathers
care
and
prayers
retaine
,
That
heauen
may
heape
on
blessings
,
take
her
Prince
,
A
sweeter
Mistrisse
then
the
offered
Language
of
any
dame
,
were
she
a
Queene
whose
eye
speakes
common
Loues
;
and
comfort
to
her
seruants
:
Last
Noble
son
,
for
so
I
now
must
call
you
,
what
I
haue
done
thus
publik
,
is
not
to
add
a
comfort
in
particular
to
you
or
mee
,
but
all
,
and
to
confirme
the
Nobles
and
the
Gentrie
of
our
Kingdome
by
oath
to
your
succession
:
which
shall
be
within
this
moneth
at
most
.
TRA.
This
will
be
hardly
done
.
CLE.
It
must
be
ill
done
,
if
it
be
done
.
LEON
When
it
is
at
best
,
twill
bee
but
halfe
done
,
whilst
so
braue
a
gentleman
is
wrongde
and
slung
off
.
TRA.
I
feare
.
CLE.
Who
dos
not
?
LEON
I
feare
not
for
my selfe
,
and
yet
I
feare
too
:
well
,
we
shall
see
,
we
shall
see
:
no
more
.
PHARAMONT
Kissing
your
white
hand
Mistrisse
I
take
leaue
,
to
thanke
your
royall
Father
:
and
thus
far
to
be
my
owne
free
trompet
:
vnderstand
great
King
,
and
these
your
subiects
,
mine
that
must
be
,
for
so
deseruing
you
haue
spoke
me
Sir
:
and
so
deseruing
I
dare
speake
my selfe
,
to
what
a
person
of
what
Eminence
,
ripe
expectation
,
of
what
faculties
,
manners
and
vertues
you
would
wed
your
Kingdomes
,
and
in
me
haue
your
wishes
:
oh
this
countrey
,
by
more
then
all
the
gods
,
I
hold
it
happy
,
happy
in
their
deor
memories
,
that
haue
bin
Kings
great
and
good
;
happy
in
yours
that
is
,
and
from
you
as
a
Chronicle
to
keepe
your
noble
name
from
rotting
Age
:
do
I
open
my selfe
most
happy
:
Gentlemen
beleeue
me
in
a
word
,
a
Princes
word
,
there
shalbe
nothing
to
make
vp
a
Kingdome
mighty
and
flourishing
,
defenced
feard
equall
to
be
commanded
and
obeyed
but
through
the
trauels
of
my
life
,
ile
finde
it
out
,
and
tie
it
to
this
countrey
.
By
all
the
gods
;
my
Raigne
shall
bee
as
easie
to
the
subiects
,
that
euery
man
shall
bee
his
Prince
himselfe
,
and
his
owne
Law
;
Yet
I
his
Prince
and
Law
.
And
deerest
Lady
,
to
your
deerest
selfe
,
deere
in
the
choyce
of
him
,
whose
name
and
lustre
,
must
make
you
more
and
mightier
:
Let
mee
say
you
are
the
blessedst
liuing
:
for
sweete
Princesse
,
you
shall
inioy
a
man
of
men
,
to
bee
your
seruant
,
you
shall
make
him
yours
,
for
whom
great
Queenes
must
die
.
TRA.
Miracles
!
CLE.
This
speech
calls
him
Spaniard
,
being
nothing
but
a
large
Inuentorie
of
his
owne
commendations
.
LEON
.
I
wonder
whats
his
price
?
for
certainely
he'le
sell
him
,
he
has
so
be
praisd
his
shape
:
Enter
PHYLASTER
.
But
here
comes
one
,
more
worthy
those
large
praises
,
then
the
large
speaker
of
them
;
Let
mee
bee
swallowed
quicke
,
if
I
can
finde
all
the
Anatomy
of
yon
mans
vertues
vnseene
to
sound
enough
,
to
promise
for
him
,
hee
shall
bee
Constable
by
this
Sun
:
he'le
ne're
make
King
,
vnlesse
it
be
of
trifles
in
my
poore
iudgement
.
PHI.
Right
noble
sir
,
as
low
as
my
obedience
,
with
a
heart
as
loyall
as
my
knee
,
I
beg
for
fauour
.
K.
Rise
,
you
haue
it
sir
.
LEON
.
Marke
but
the
King
how
pale
he
lookes
,
he
feares
,
and
this
same
whorsone
conscience
,
ah
how
it
iades
vs
.
K.
Speake
your
intents
sir
.
PHY.
Shall
I
speake
on
freely
,
be
still
my
royall
Soueraigne
.
K.
As
a
subiect
we
giue
you
freedome
.
LEON
.
Now
it
heates
.
PHY.
Then
thus
I
turne
my
language
to
you
Prince
,
you
forraigne
man
nere
start
,
nor
put
on
wonder
;
you
must
indure
mee
,
and
you
shal
:
This
earth
you
tread
vpon
,
a
dowry
as
you
hope
with
this
sweet
Princesse
,
whose
memory
I
bow
to
,
was
not
left
by
my
dead
father
,
O
I
had
a
father
:
to
your
inheritance
,
and
I
vp
and
liuing
,
hauing
my selfe
about
me
and
my
sword
the
soules
of
all
my
name
and
memories
:
these
armes
and
some
few
friends
besides
the
gods
to
part
so
calmely
with
it
,
and
sit
still
and
say
I
might
haue
bin
,
I
tell
thee
Pharamont
,
when
thou
art
King
,
looke
I
be
dead
and
rotten
,
and
my
name
ashes
,
as
I
:
for
heare
mee
Pharamont
,
this
very
ground
thou
goest
on
,
this
fat
earth
my
fathers
friends
made
firtile
with
their
faiths
:
before
that
day
of
shame
shall
gape
and
swollow
thee
and
thy
nation
,
like
a
hungry
graue
into
his
hidden
bowels
:
Prince
it
shall
,
by
the
iust
gods
it
shall
.
PHA.
Hee's
mad
,
beyond
cure
mad
.
LEON
.
Heres
a
fellow
has
some
fire
in
his
vaines
,
the
outlandish
Prince
lookes
like
a
tooth-drawer
.
PHY.
I
Prince
of
popines
,
I
will
make
it
well
appeare
to
you
I
am
not
mad
.
K.
You
displease
vs
,
you
are
too
bold
.
PHI.
No
sir
,
I
am
too
tame
,
too
much
a
Turcle
,
A
thing
borne
without
passion
,
a
faint
shaddow
:
That
euery
drunken
clowde
sayles
ouer
,
And
make
nothing
.
KING
.
I
doe
not
fancy
this
choller
,
Sure
hee's
somewhat
tainted
.
TRA.
I
doe
not
thinke
twill
proue
so
.
LEON
.
Has
giuen
him
a
generall
purge
already
,
for
all
the
right
he
has
,
and
now
he
meanes
to
let
him
bloud
:
be
constant
gentle
heauens
,
I'le
run
his
hazard
although
I
runne
my
name
out
of
the
Kingdome
.
CLE.
Peace
,
we
are
all
one
soule
.
PHA.
What
you
haue
seene
in
me
to
stirre
offence
,
I
cannot
finde
,
vnlesse
it
be
this
Lady
offered
into
my
armes
,
with
the
succession
which
I
must
keepe
:
though
is
hath
pleasde
your
fure
to
muteny
within
you
,
without
disputing
,
your
Geneallegies
or
taking
knowledge
whose
branch
you
are
,
the
King
will
leaue
it
to
me
,
and
I
dare
make
it
mine
:
you
haue
your
answere
.
PHI.
If
thou
wert
sole
inheriter
to
him
That
made
the
world
his
,
And
couldst
see
no
Sunne
shine
vpon
any
thing
but
thine
,
Were
Pharamont
as
truely
valiant
as
I
feele
him
cold
,
And
ringd
amongst
the
choycest
of
his
friends
:
such
As
would
blush
to
talke
such
cerious
follies
,
Or
backe
such
belied
commendations
:
and
from
his
presence
Spit
all
those
bragges
,
you
should
heare
further
from
me
.
K.
Sir
,
you
wrong
the
Prince
,
I
gaue
you
not
this
freedome
,
go
to
,
be
better
temperde
.
PHI.
It
must
be
sir
,
when
I
am
noblier
vsde
.
LEON
.
Ladyes
,
this
would
haue
bin
a
patterne
of
succession
,
Had
he
neuer
met
this
mischiefe
:
by
my
life
this
is
The
worthiest
:
the
true
name
of
man
this
day
within
My
knowledge
.
ME.
I
cannot
tell
what
you
may
call
knowledge
,
but
i'm
sure
tothers
the
man
set
in
my
eye
,
Oh
tis
a
Prince
of
wax
.
GAL.
A
dog
it
is
.
K.
Phylaster
,
tell
me
the
iniuries
you
aime
at
in
your
riddles
.
PHI.
If
you
had
my
eyes
sir
and
sufferance
,
My
griefe
vpon
you
,
and
my
broken
fortunes
,
My
wants
great
,
and
now
nothing
hopes
and
feares
,
My
wrongs
would
make
ill
riddles
to
be
laught
at
:
Dare
you
be
still
my
King
,
and
right
me
.
K.
Giue
me
your
wrongs
in
priuat
.
(
Phy
:
whisper
the
King
.
CLE.
He
dares
not
stand
the
shocke
.
LEON
.
I
cannot
blame
him
,
theres
danger
int
.
Euery
man
in
this
Age
has
a
soule
of
Christall
,
to
read
their
actions
,
though
mens
faces
are
so
farre
asunder
,
that
they
hold
no
intelligence
:
but
view
the
stranger
well
,
and
you
shall
see
a
feauer
throw
all
his
braueries
,
and
feele
him
shacke
like
a
true
truant
,
if
hee
giue
not
backe
his
Crowne
againe
,
vpon
the
report
of
an
elder
gun
:
I
am
no
augery
.
K.
Go
to
,
be
more
your selfe
,
as
you
respect
our
fauour
,
youle
stirre
vs
else
:
sir
I
must
haue
you
know
,
that
you
are
,
and
shalbe
at
our
pleasure
,
what
fashion
we
will
put
vpon
you
,
smooth
your selfe
,
ore
or
by
the
gods
PHI.
I
am
dead
sir
,
you
are
my
Fate
,
it
was
not
I
sayde
I
was
wrongd
,
I
carry
all
about
me
,
my
weake
starres
lead
me
too
:
all
my
weake
fortunes
,
who
dare
in
all
this
presence
speake
,
that
is
but
man
of
flesh
,
and
may
bee
mortall
,
tell
me
,
I
doe
not
most
intirely
loue
this
Prince
,
and
honour
his
full
vertues
.
K.
Hees
possest
.
PHI.
Yes
,
with
my
fathers
spirit
is
heare
O
king
,
a
dangerous
spirit
,
and
now
he
tels
me
king
,
I
was
a
kings
Heire
,
bids
me
be
a
king
,
and
whispers
to
me
,
these
are
all
my
subiects
,
tis
strange
he
will
not
let
me
sleepe
:
but
diues
into
my
fancy
,
and
there
giues
me
shapes
that
kneele
and
doe
me
seruice
,
crie
me
king
,
but
i'le
suppresse
him
,
heas
a
factious
spirit
and
will
vndoe
me
:
Noble
sir
your
hand
,
I
am
your
seruant
.
K.
Away
I
doe
not
like
this
,
I'le
make
you
tamer
,
or
i'le
dispossesse
you
both
of
your
life
&
spirit
:
for
this
time
I
pardon
your
wild
speech
,
without
so
much
as
imprisonment
.
LYON
I
thanke
you
sir
,
you
dare
not
for
the
people
.
TRA.
Ladies
what
thinke
you
now
of
this
braue
fellow
.
ME.
A
pretie
talking
fellow
hot
at
hand
:
but
eye
you
stranger
,
is
hee
not
a
fine
compleat
Gentleman
?
O
these
strangers
,
I
doe
affect
them
strangely
,
they
doe
the
rarest
home
things
,
and
please
the
fullest
,
as
I
liue
I
could
loue
all
their
Nation
ouer
and
ouer
for
his
sake
.
LAD.
Gods
comfort
,
your
poore
head-peece
tis
a
weake
one
,
and
has
need
of
an
night-cap
.
Exet
Ladies
.
LYON
See
how
his
fancy
labours
,
has
hee
not
spoke
home
and
brauely
,
what
a
dangerous
traine
did
he
giue
fire
to
,
how
hee
shoke
the
King
,
made
his
soule
melt
within
him
,
and
his
bloud
runne
into
whay
:
it
stood
vpon
his
brow
like
a
cold
winter
dew
.
PHY.
Gentlemen
,
you
haue
no
sute
to
mee
,
I
am
no
mynion
,
you
stand
mee thinkes
,
like
men
that
would
bee
Courtiers
,
if
you
could
well
be
flattered
at
a
price
not
to
vndo
your
Children
,
you
are
al
honest
,
goe
get
you
home
againe
,
and
make
your
Countrey
a
vertuous
Court
,
to
which
your
great
ones
may
,
in
their
diseased
age
,
retire
liue
recluses
.
CEE.
How
doe
your
worth
sir
.
PHY.
Well
,
very
well
,
and
so
well
,
that
if
the
King
please
,
I
may
liue
many
yeares
.
LYON
Sir
,
the
King
must
please
:
Whilst
we
know
who
you
are
,
and
what
you
are
,
your
wrongs
and
vertues
shrinke
not
worthy
sir
:
but
call
your
father
to
you
,
in
whose
name
we'le
waken
all
the
gods
,
and
coniure
vp
the
rods
of
vengance
,
the
abused
people
,
who
like
raging
torants
shall
swell
hie
:
and
so
begirt
the
dens
of
these
Male-dragons
,
that
through
the
strongest
safety
they
shall
beg
for
mercy
at
your
swords
point
.
PHY.
Friend
no
more
,
our
eares
may
be
corrupted
,
tis
an
Age
we
dare
not
trust
our
wils
to
,
doe
you
loue
me
?
TRAS.
Doe
we
loue
heauen
and
honour
?
PHY.
My
Lord
Lyon
you
had
a
vertuous
Gentlewoman
cald
you
father
,
is
she
yet
aliue
.
Enter
a
Gentlewoman
.
LEON
.
Most
honourd
sir
shee
is
,
and
for
a
penance
but
of
an
idle
dreame
,
has
vndertooke
a
tedious
pilgrimage
.
PHI.
I'st
to
me
,
or
to
any
of
these
Gentlemen
you
come
.
GENT.
WOO.
To
you
,
braue
Lord
,
the
Princesse
would
intreate
your
present
company
.
PHI.
The
Princesse
send
for
me
,
you
are
mistaken
,
GENT.
WOO.
If
you
be
cald
Phylaster
,
tis
you
.
PHI.
Kisse
her
faire
hand
,
and
say
I
will
attend
her
.
LEON
.
Doe
you
know
what
you
doe
?
Exit
Gent.
woo
.
PHI.
Yes
,
go
to
see
a
woman
.
CLE.
But
doe
you
way
the
danger
you
are
in
?
PHI.
Danger
in
a
sweete
face
:
By
Iubiter
I
must
not
feare
a
woman
.
TRA.
But
are
you
sure
it
was
the
Princesse
sent
,
It
may
be
some
foule
traine
to
catch
your
life
.
PHI.
I
dare
not
thinke
it
Gentlemen
,
shee's
noble
,
her
eye
may
shoote
mee
dead
,
or
those
true
red
and
white
fiend
frends
in
her
cheekes
,
may
steale
my
soule
out
,
there's
all
the
danger
int
:
but
bee
what
may
,
her
single
name
hath
armde
me
.
Exit
PHILASTER
.
LEON
.
Go
on
,
and
be
as
truely
happy
as
thou
art
fearelesse
:
Come
Gentlemen
,
lets
make
our
friends
acquainted
,
lest
the
king
prooue
false
.
Exit
Gentlemen
.
Enter
Princesse
and
her
Gentlewoman
.
PRIN.
Comes
he
not
.
WOO.
Madame
?
PRIN.
Will
Phylaster
come
?
WOO.
Deare
Madame
,
you
were
wont
to
credit
me
at
the
first
.
PRIN.
But
didst
thou
tell
me
so
.
I
am
forgetfull
,
and
my
womans
strength
is
so
ore
chargde
,
with
dangers
like
to
grow
about
my
marriage
,
that
these
vnder
things
dares
not
abide
in
such
a
troubled
sea
,
how
lookt
hee
when
hee
told
thee
he
would
come
?
WOO.
Why
we
ll
.
PRIN.
And
not
a
little
fearefull
.
WOO.
Feare
Madame
,
sure
he
knowes
not
what
it
is
,
PRIN.
You
all
are
of
his
faction
,
the
whole
Court
is
bold
in
praise
of
him
,
whilst
I
may
liue
neglected
,
and
doe
noble
things
,
as
fooles
in
strife
throw
gold
into
the
sea
,
drownde
in
the
doing
:
but
I
know
he
feares
.
WO.
Madame
,
mee thoughts
his
lookes
hid
more
of
loue
then
feare
.
PRIN.
Of
loue
,
to
whom
:
to
you
,
did
you
deliuer
those
plaine
words
I
sent
,
with
such
a
woing
iesture
and
qvicke
lookes
that
you
haue
caught
.
WO.
Madam
I
meane
to
you
.
PRIN.
Of
loue
to
me
:
alas
,
thy
ignorance
lets
thee
not
see
the
crosses
of
our
births
,
nature
that
loues
not
to
be
questioned
:
why
shee
did
this
,
or
that
,
but
has
his
ends
,
and
knowes
she
dos
well
:
neuer
gaue
the
world
to
things
so
opposite
,
so
bound
to
put
as
he
and
I
am
,
if
a
boule
of
bloud
drawne
from
this
arme
,
would
poison
thee
,
a
draught
of
his
would
cure
thee
:
loue
to
me
.
WO.
Madame
,
I
thinke
I
heare
him
.
PRIN.
Bring
him
in
:
you
gods
that
will
not
haue
your
dens
with
.
stood
,
whose
holy
wisedomes
at
this
time
it
is
to
make
the
passions
of
a
feeble
maid
,
the
way
into
your
Iustice
,
I
obay
.
Enter
PHILASTER
.
WO.
Here
is
my
Lord
Phylaster
.
PRIN.
Oh
it
is
well
,
withdraw
your selfe
.
PHI.
Madame
,
your
messenger
.
made
me
beleeue
you
wisht
to
speake
with
me
.
PRIN.
Tis
true
Phylaster
,
but
the
words
are
such
I
haue
to
say
,
and
dos
so
ill
become
the
mouth
of
woman
,
that
I
wish
them
said
,
and
yet
am
loth
to
speake
them
.
Haue
you
knowne
that
I
haue
ought
detracted
from
your
worth
:
haue
I
in
person
wrongd
you
?
or
haue
set
my
baser
Instruments
to
throw
disgrace
vpon
your
vertues
.
PHI.
Neuer
madame
you
.
PRIN.
Why
then
should
you
in
such
a
publike
place
,
Iniury
a
Princesse
,
and
a
scandall
lay
vpon
my
fortunes
,
found
to
be
so
great
:
calling
a
great
part
of
my
dowry
in
question
.
PHI.
Madame
,
this
truth
which
I
shall
speakē
,
wilbe
foolish
:
but
for
your
faire
vertuous
selfe
,
I
could
affoord
my selfe
to
haue
no
right
to
any
thing
you
wisht
.
PRIN.
Phylaster
,
know
I
must
inioy
these
Kingdomes
.
PHI.
Madame
both
?
PRIN.
Both
,
or
I
do
,
by
heauen
I
die
Phylaster
,
if
I
not
calmely
die
inioy
them
both
,
PHI.
I
would
doe
much
to
saue
that
noble
life
,
yet
would
be
loth
to
haue
posterity
finde
in
our
stories
,
that
Phylaster
gaue
his
right
vnto
a
Scepter
and
a
Crowne
,
to
saue
a
Ladies
longing
.
PRIN.
Nay
then
heare
,
I
must
and
will
haue
them
,
and
more
.
PHI.
What
more
?
PRIN.
Or
lose
that
little
life
the
gods
prepar'd
,
to
trouble
this
poore
peece
of
earth
with
all
.
PHI.
Madame
,
what
more
?
PRIH.
Turne
then
away
thy
face
.
PHI.
No
.
PRIN.
Doe
.
PHI.
I
can
indure
it
:
turne
away
my
face
,
I
neuer
saw
yet
enemy
that
lookt
so
dreadfully
,
But
that
I
thought
my selfe
as
great
a
bassaliske
as
he
,
Or
speake
so
horrible
,
but
that
I
thought
my
tongue
Bore
thunder
vnderneath
as
much
as
his
:
Nor
beast
that
I
could
turne
from
,
shall
I
then
begin
,
To
feare
sweete
sounds
,
a
womans
tongue
,
whom
I
do
loue
,
Say
you
would
haue
my
life
,
why
I
will
giue
it
you
,
For
it
is
of
mee
a
thing
so
loath'd
,
and
vnto
you
that
beg
,
Of
so
poore
vse
,
that
I
shall
make
no
price
,
If
you
intreat
,
I
will
vnmouedly
heare
.
PRIN.
Yet
for
my
sake
a
little
bend
thy
looks
.
PHI.
I
do
.
PRIN.
Then
know
I
must
haue
them
and
thee
.
PHI.
And
me
!
PRIN.
Thy
loue
,
without
which
,
all
the
land
discouerd
yet
,
will
serue
me
for
no
vse
,
but
to
be
buried
in
.
PHI.
I'st
possible
.
PRI.
With
it
,
it
were
too
little
to
bestow
on
thee
,
now
though
thy
breath
strike
me
dead
,
which
know
it
may
,
I
haue
vnript
my
breast
.
PHI.
Madam
,
you
are
too
full
of
noble
thoughts
,
to
lay
a
traine
for
this
contemned
life
,
which
you
might
haue
for
asking
,
to
suspect
were
base
,
where
I
deserue
no
ill
:
loue
you
by
all
my
hopes
,
I
doe
aboue
my
life
,
but
how
this
passion
should
proceed
from
you
so
violently
,
would
amaze
a
man
that
would
be
Iealous
.
PRIN.
Another
soule
into
my
body
shot
,
Could
not
haue
fild
me
with
more
strength
and
spirit
,
Then
this
thy
breath
,
but
spend
not
hastie
time
In
seeking
how
I
came
thus
:
tis
the
gods
that
make
me
so
,
And
sure
our
loue
will
be
the
worthier
,
and
the
better
Blest
,
in
that
the
secret
iustice
of
the
gods
Is
mingled
with
it
:
let
vs
leaue
,
and
kisse
,
lest
some
Vnwelcom'd
guest
should
fall
betwixt
vs
,
And
we
should
part
without
it
.
PHY.
T'will
be
ill
I
should
abide
here
long
.
PRIN.
Tis
true
,
and
worse
you
should
come
often
.
How
shall
we
deuise
to
hold
intelligence
?
That
our
true
loues
,
on
an
new
occasion
may
agree
,
What
path
is
best
to
tread
.
PHY.
I
haue
a
boy
,
sent
by
the
gods
,
I
hope
to
this
intent
,
not
yet
seene
in
the
Court
,
hunting
the
buck
I
found
him
sitting
by
a
fountaine
side
,
of
which
he
borrowed
some
,
to
quench
his
thirst
,
and
payd
the
nymph
as
much
againe
in
teares
:
a
Garland
lay
him
by
,
made
by
himselfe
,
of
many
seuerall
flowers
,
bred
in
the
vayle
,
stucke
in
that
mistick
order
that
the
rarenesse
delighted
me
,
but
euer
when
he
turn'd
his
tender
eye
vpon
vm
,
he
would
weepe
as
if
he
meant
to
make
them
grow
againe
,
seeing
such
prety
helplesse
innocence
dwel
in
his
face
:
I
askt
him
all
his
story
,
he
told
me
that
his
parents
gentle
dyed
,
leauing
him
to
the
mercy
ofthe
of
the
fields
:
which
gaue
him
roots
,
&
of
the
christall
springs
,
which
did
not
stop
the
course
,
and
the
Sun
,
which
still
he
thankt
,
it
yeelded
him
his
life
:
then
tooke
hee
vp
his
garland
,
and
did
shew
what
euery
flower
,
as
countrey
people
hold
,
did
signifie
,
and
how
all
ordered
thus
exprest
his
griefe
,
and
to
my
thoughts
did
read
the
pretiest
lecture
of
his
countrey
art
,
that
could
be
wisht
,
so
that
me thoughts
I
could
haue
studied
it
,
I
gladly
entertainde
him
,
whom
was
glad
to
follow
:
and
haue
got
the
trustiest
,
louingest
,
and
the
gentlest
boy
that
euer
maister
kept
,
him
wil
I
send
to
wayte
on
you
and
beare
our
hidden
loue
.
PRIN.
Tis
well
,
no
more
.
Enter
woman
.
WOO.
Madame
,
the
Prince
is
come
to
doe
his
seruice
.
PRIN.
What
will
you
Phylaster
doe
with
your selfe
?
PHY.
Why
?
that
which
all
the
gods
haue
appointed
out
for
me
.
PRIN.
Deare
,
hide
thy selfe
,
bring
in
the
Prince
.
PHI.
Hide
me
from
Pharamont
:
When
thunder
speakes
,
which
is
the
voyce
of
God
,
Though
I
doe
reuerence
,
yet
I
doe
not
hide
my selfe
,
And
shall
a
stranger
Prince
haue
leaue
to
bragge
Vnto
a
forraigne
Nation
,
that
he
made
Phylaster
hide
himselfe
.
PRIN.
He
cannot
know
it
.
PHY.
Though
it
should
sleepe
for
euer
to
the
world
,
it
is
a
simple
sin
to
hide
my selfe
,
which
will
for
euer
on
my
conscience
lie
.
PRIN.
Then
good
Phylaster
giue
him
scope
and
way
in
what
he
sayes
:
for
he
is
apt
to
speake
what
you
are
loath
to
heare
.
PHI.
I
will
.
Enter
PHARAMONT
and
a
woman
.
PHAR.
My
Princely
Mistrisse
,
as
true
louers
ought
,
I
come
to
kisse
these
faire
hands
,
&
to
shew
in
outward
ceremonies
,
the
deare
loue
within
my
heart
.
PHI.
If
I
shall
haue
an
answer
or
no
,
derectly
I
am
gone
.
PHA.
To
what
?
what
would
he
haue
answer
?
PRIN.
To
his
claime
vnto
the
Kingdome
.
PHA.
Sira
,
I
forbare
you
before
the
King
.
PHI.
Good
sir
doe
so
still
,
I
would
not
talke
with
you
.
PHA.
But
now
the
time
is
fitter
,
doe
but
offer
to
make
mention
of
right
to
any
kingdome
,
though
it
lie
scarce
habitable
.
PHI.
Good
sir
let
me
goe
.
PHA.
And
by
the
gods
PHI.
Peace
Pharamont
,
if
then
PRIN.
Leaue
vs
Phylaster
.
PHI.
I
haue
done
.
PHI.
You
shall
not
need
.
PHA.
What
now
?
PHI.
Know
Pharamont
I
loath
to
brawle
with
such
a
blast
as
thou
,
who
are
nothing
but
a
valiant
voyce
,
but
if
thou
shalt
prouoke
mee
further
,
men
shall
say
thou
wert
,
and
not
lament
it
.
PHA.
Doe
you
sleight
my
greatnesse
so
much
,
and
in
the
chamber
ofthe
of
the
Princesse
?
PHI.
It
is
a
place
to
which
I
must
confesse
,
I
owe
a
reuerence
,
but
wert
the
Church
at
the
high
Altar
,
there's
no
place
so
safe
,
where
thou
darst
iniurie
me
,
but
I
dare
kill
thee
:
and
for
your
greatnesse
,
know
I
can
grasp
you
and
your
greatnesse
,
thus
,
thus
,
into
nothing
:
giue
not
a
word
,
not
a
word
back
,
farewell
.
Exit
.
PHA.
'Tis
an
odd
fellow
Madame
,
wee
must
stop
his
mouth
with
some
office
when
we
are
married
.
PRIN.
You
were
best
make
him
your
Controuler
.
PHA.
I
thinke
he
would
discharge
it
well
.
Madame
,
I
hope
our
hearts
are
knit
,
but
yet
so
slow
,
the
cerimonies
of
state
are
,
that
twill
bee
long
before
our
hearts
bee
so
,
then
if
you
please
being
agreed
in
heart
,
let
vs
not
waite
for
dreaming
forme
,
but
take
a
little
stolne
delights
,
and
so
preuent
our
ioyes
to
come
.
PRIN.
If
you
dare
speake
your
thoughts
,
I
must
with-draw
in
honour
.
Exit
Princesse
.
PHA.
The
constetution
of
my
body
will
neuer
hold
out
till
the
wedding
,
I
must
seeke
else
where
.
Exit
PHA.
Actus
2.
Scoen.
2.
Enter
PHYLASTER
,
and
his
boy
,
called
BELLARIO
.
PHI.
And
thou
shalt
finde
her
honourable
,
boy
full
of
regard
Vnto
thy
tender
youth
,
for
thy
owne
modesty
,
And
for
my
sake
,
apter
to
giue
,
then
thou
wilt
be
to
aske
,
I
or
deserue
.
BOY
.
Sir
,
you
did
take
me
vp
when
I
was
nothing
,
And
I
am
onely
yet
some
thing
,
by
being
yours
,
You
trusted
me
vnknowne
:
and
that
which
you
were
apt
to
conster
:
a
simple
innocence
in
me
:
perhaps
might
haue
beene
crafty
:
The
cunning
of
a
boy
hardened
in
lyes
:
and
theft
:
yet
ventered
you
to
part
my
miseries
and
me
:
For
which
I
neuer
can
expect
to
serue
a
Lady
:
that
beares
more
honour
in
her
brest
then
you
.
PHY.
But
boy
,
it
will
preferre
thee
,
thou
art
yong
,
And
bear'st
a
childish
ouer-flowing
loue
,
to
them
that
claps
thy
cheekes
,
and
speake
thee
faire
:
but
when
iudgement
comes
no
rule
those
passions
,
thou
wilt
remember
best
those
carefull
friends
,
that
pla'st
thee
in
the
noblest
way
of
life
:
she
is
a
Princesse
I
preferre
thee
to
.
BOY
.
In
that
small
time
that
I
haue
seene
the
world
,
I
neuer
knewe
a
man
hastie
to
part
with
a
seruant
he
thought
trusty
.
I
remember
my
father
would
preferre
the
boyes
he
kept
to
greater
men
then
he
,
but
did
it
not
till
they
were
too
sawcy
for
himselfe
.
PHY.
Why
gentle
boy
?
I
find
no
fault
at
all
In
thy
behauiour
.
BOY
.
Sir
,
if
I
haue
made
a
fault
of
ignorance
,
Instruct
my
youth
,
I
shall
be
willing
:
if
not
apt
to
learne
,
Age
and
experience
will
adorne
my
mind
with
larger
Knowledge
,
and
if
I
haue
done
a
wilfull
fault
Thinke
me
not
past
all
hope
:
for
once
What
maister
holds
so
strickt
a
hand
ouer
his
boy
,
That
he
will
part
with
him
without
one
warning
,
Let
me
be
corrected
,
to
breake
my
stubbornenesse
,
If
it
be
so
,
rather
then
turne
me
off
,
And
I
shall
mend
.
PHY.
Thy
loue
dos
plead
so
prettily
to
stay
,
That
trust
me
I
could
weepe
to
part
with
thee
:
Alas
,
I
do
not
turne
thee
off
:
thou
knowst
it
is
my
businesse
That
dos
call
thee
hence
,
and
when
thou
art
with
her
,
Thou
dwell
with
me
,
thinke
so
,
and
tis
so
,
and
when
time
is
full
That
thou
hast
well
dischargd
this
heauy
trust
,
Layd
on
so
weake
a
one
:
I
will
againe
with
ioy
,
Receiue
thee
,
as
I
liue
I
will
,
nay
,
weepe
Not
,
gentle
boy
,
tis
more
then
time
thou
didst
attend
the
Princesse
.
BOY
.
I
am
gone
,
but
since
I
am
to
part
with
you
my
Lord
,
and
none
knowes
whether
I
shall
liue
to
doe
more
seruice
for
you
,
take
this
little
prayer
:
Heauen
blesse
your
loues
,
your
sighes
,
all
your
designes
,
may
sick
men
if
they
haue
your
wish
,
be
well
,
and
heauens
hate
those
you
curse
,
though
I
be
one
.
Exit
boy
.
PHI.
The
loue
of
boyes
vnto
their
Lords
is
strange
,
I
haue
read
wonders
of
it
:
yet
this
boy
for
my
sake
,
if
a
man
may
iudge
by
looks
and
speech
,
would
out
doe
story
.
I
must
see
a
day
to
pay
him
for
his
loyaltie
.
Exit
.
Enter
PHARAMONT
.
PHA.
Why
should
these
Ladies
stay
so
long
,
they
must
Come
this
way
,
I
know
the
Queene
imployes
vm
not
,
For
the
reuerend
mother
sent
me
word
,
They
would
all
be
for
the
garden
:
if
they
should
all
Proue
honest
now
,
I
were
in
a
faire
taking
:
I
was
neuer
so
long
without
sport
before
in
my
life
,
And
in
my
conscience
tis
not
my
fault
.
Enter
GALLATEA
.
Oh
for
our
countrey
Ladies
,
here's
one
boulted
,
I'le
hound
at
her
.
Madame
.
GAL.
Your
grace
.
PHA.
Shall
I
not
be
a
trouble
?
GAL.
Not
to
me
sir
.
PHA.
Nay
,
nay
,
y'are
too
quicke
by
this
sweete
hand
.
GAL.
You'le
bee
forsworne
sir
,
tis
an
olde
gloue
,
if
you
will
talke
at
distance
I
am
for
you
,
but
good
Prince
be
not
baudy
,
nor
doe
not
brag
,
those
two
I
onely
barre
,
and
then
I
thinke
I
shall
haue
sence
enough
to
answer
all
the
waighty
Apothegmes
your
royall
bloud
shal
manage
.
PHA.
Deare
Lady
,
can
you
loue
?
GAL.
Deare
Prince
,
how
deare
?
I
ne're
cost
you
a
Couch
yet
,
nor
put
you
to
the
deare
repentance
of
a
play
and
a
banquet
,
here's
no
Scarlet
sir
,
to
make
you
blush
,
this
is
my
owne
hayre
,
and
this
face
has
bin
so
farre
from
being
deare
to
any
,
that
it
ne're
cost
a
peny
painting
,
and
for
the
rest
of
my
poore
wardrop
such
as
you
see
,
it
leaues
no
hand
behind
it
,
to
make
the
iealous
silke-mans
wife
curse
our
doing
.
PHA.
You
much
mistake
me
Lady
.
GAL.
Lord
I
doe
so
,
would
you
or
I
could
helpe
it
.
PHA.
Y'are
very
dangerous
bitter
,
like
a
potion
.
GAL.
No
sir
,
I
do
not
mean
to
purge
you
,
though
I
meane
to
purge
a
little
time
on
you
.
PHA.
Do
Ladies
of
this
Countrey
vse
to
giue
no
more
respect
to
men
of
my
full
being
.
GAL.
Full
being
,
I
vnderstand
you
not
,
vnlesse
your
grace
Meanes
growing
to
fatnesse
:
and
then
your
onely
remedy
Vpon
my
knowledge
Prince
,
is
in
a
morning
,
A
cup
of
neate
white
wine
,
brewd
with
Cardus
,
Then
fast
till
supper
,
about
fiue
you
may
eate
,
vse
exercise
,
And
keepe
a
sparrow
hawke
,
you
can
shoot
in
a
Tiller
,
But
of
all
,
your
grace
must
flie
Flebotamie
,
Fresh
porke
and
Conger
,
and
clarified
whay
:
They
are
dullers
ofthe
of
the
vitall
anymales
.
PHA.
Lady
you
talke
of
nothing
all
this
time
.
GAL.
Tis
very
true
sir
,
I
talke
of
you
.
PHA.
This
is
a
crafty
wench
,
I
like
her
wit
well
,
'Twill
be
rare
to
stir
vp
a
leaden
appetite
,
Shee's
daintie
,
and
must
be
courted
with
a
shewer
of
gold
,
Madame
looke
here
,
all
these
and
more
,
then
—
GA.
What
ha
you
there
my
Lord
,
gold
?
now
as
I
liue
tis
faire
gold
,
you'd
haue
siluer
fort
,
to
play
with
the
Pages
,
you
could
not
haue
taken
me
in
a
worse
time
sir
,
but
if
you
haue
present
vse
my
Lord
,
I'le
send
my
man
with
siluer
,
and
keepe
your
gold
safe
for
you
.
She
slips
behind
the
Orras
.
PHA.
Lady
,
Lady
.
GAL.
Shes
comming
sir
behind
,
Will
ye
take
white
money
yet
for
all
this
.
Exit
PHA.
If
there
be
but
two
such
in
this
Kingdome
more
,
and
neere
the
Court
,
we
may
ene
hang
vp
our
harpes
,
ten
such
Campher
Constitutions
as
this
would
call
the
golden
age
againe
in
question
,
and
teach
the
old
way
for
euery
ill
fast
husband
,
to
get
his
owne
children
,
and
what
a
mischiefe
that
would
breed
,
let
all
consider
.
Enter
MEGRA
.
Heres's
another
,
if
she
be
of
the
same
last
,
the
diuell
shall
pluck
her
on
:
Many
faire
mornings
Lady
.
ME.
As
many
mornings
,
bring
as
many
dayes
,
faire
,
sweete
,
and
hopefull
to
your
grace
.
PHA.
She
giues
good
words
yet
,
sure
this
wench
is
free
.
If
your
more
cerious
businesse
doe
not
call
you
Lady
,
Let
me
hold
quarter
with
you
,
wee'le
talke
an
houre
Ont
quickly
.
ME.
What
would
your
grace
talke
of
?
PHA.
of
some
such
pretie
subiect
as
your selfe
,
I'le
go
no
further
then
your
eye
,
your
lip
,
theres
time
enough
For
one
man
for
an
Age
.
ME.
Sir
,
they
stand
right
,
and
my
lips
are
yet
euen
smooth
,
Young
enough
,
ripe
enough
,
and
red
enough
,
Or
my
glasse
wrongs
me
.
PHA.
O
they
are
two
twend
Cherries
dyde
in
blush
,
Which
those
faire
sunnes
aboue
with
their
deepe
beams
Reflect
vpon
,
and
ripen
,
sweetest
beauty
;
Bow
downe
those
branches
,
that
the
longing
taste
Of
the
sweete
looker
on
,
may
meete
these
blessings
,
And
taste
and
liue
.
They
kisse
.
ME.
O
delicate
sweete
Prince
,
shee
that
hath
snow
enough
about
her
heart
,
to
take
the
wanton
spring
of
ten
such
lynes
,
it
may
bee
a
number
without
Probatum
.
Sir
,
you
haue
by
such
neate
Poetrie
gathered
a
kisse
,
that
if
I
had
but
fiue
lines
of
that
number
,
such
pretie
begging
blankes
:
I
should
commend
your
forehead
,
or
your
cheekes
,
and
kisse
you
too
.
PHA.
Doe
it
in
prose
;
you
cannot
misse
it
Madame
.
ME.
I
shall
,
I
shall
.
PHA.
By
my
life
but
you
shall
not
,
I'l
prompt
you
first
,
Can
you
doe
it
now
?
ME.
Me thinkes
tis
easie
now
you
ha
dont
before
me
,
and
yet
I
should
sticke
at
it
.
PHA.
Sticke
till
to morrow
,
ile
neuer
part
you
sweetest
,
but
we
lose
time
.
Can
you
loue
me
?
ME.
Loue
you
my
Lord
?
How
would
you
have
me
loue
ye
?
PHA.
I'le
teach
you
in
a
short
sentence
,
Cause
I
will
not
load
your
memory
,
This
is
all
:
Loue
me
and
lie
with
me
.
ME.
Was
it
lie
with
you
,
that
you
said
,
tis
impossible
.
PHA.
Not
to
a
willing
minde
,
that
wil
endeauour
,
If
I
doe
not
teach
you
to
doe
it
as
easily
in
one
night
,
As
you'le
go
to
bed
:
I'le
lose
my
royall
bloud
for't
.
ME.
Why
Prince
you
haue
a
Lady
of
your
owne
,
that
yet
wants
teaching
.
PHA.
I'le
sooner
teach
a
mare
the
old
measures
,
Then
teach
her
any
thing
belonging
to
the
function
,
Shee's
affraid
to
lie
with
her selfe
,
If
she
haue
but
my
mascaline
imagination
about
her
,
I
know
when
we
are
married
,
I
must
rauish
her
.
ME.
By
my
honour
thats
a
foule
fault
indeed
,
But
time
and
your
good
helpe
will
weare
it
out
sir
.
PHA.
And
for
my
other
I
see
excepting
your
deere
selfe
,
deerest
Lady
I
had
rather
be
Sir
Timen
a
schoolemaister
,
and
keepe
a
darie
maid
.
ME.
Has
your
grace
seene
the
Court
starre
Gallatea
.
PHA.
Out
vpon
her
,
shees
as
cold
of
her
fauour
,
as
an
appaplex
:
she
saild
by
but
now
.
ME.
How
do
you
hold
her
wit
?
PHA.
I
hold
her
wit
,
the
strength
of
all
the
guard
Cannot
hold
it
,
if
they
were
tied
toot
:
She
would
blow
vm
out
ofthe
of
the
kingdome
:
they
talke
of
Iubiter
,
Hees
but
a
squib-cracker
to
her
,
but
speake
sweet
Lady
,
Shall
I
be
freely
welcome
?
ME.
Whether
?
PHA.
To
your
bed
,
if
you
mistrust
my
faith
,
you
doe
me
the
most
vnnoblest
wrong
.
ME.
I
dare
not
Prince
.
PHA.
Make
your
owne
conditions
,
my
purse
shall
seale
vm
,
and
what
you
dare
imagine
you
can
want
,
i'le
furnish
you
withall
,
giue
worship
to
you
thoughts
euery
morning
about
it
,
come
I
know
y'are
bashfull
,
speake
in
my
eare
,
will
you
be
mine
:
keepe
this
,
and
with
it
me
,
soone
I
shall
visit
you
.
ME.
My
Lord
,
my
chamber's
most
vncertaine
,
but
when
tis
night
i'le
finde
some
meanes
to
slip
into
your
lodging
,
till
when
PHA.
Till
when
,
this
and
my
heart
go
with
thee
.
Exit
ambo
.
Enter
GALLATEA
,
from
behind
the
Orras
.
GAL.
Oh
thou
pernitious
petticote
Prince
,
are
these
your
vertues
,
well
,
if
I
doe
not
iay
a
traine
to
blow
your
sport
vp
,
I
am
no
woman
,
and
Lady
Dowsabell
,
i'le
fit
you
for
it
.
Exit
.
Enter
Princesse
and
her
Gentlewoman
.
PRIN.
Where's
the
boy
?
WO.
Within
.
PRIN.
Gaue
you
him
gold
to
buy
him
clothes
?
WO.
I
did
.
PRIN.
And
has
he
don't
?
WO.
Yes
Madam
.
Enter
GALLATEA
.
PRIN.
Tis
a
pretie
sad
talking
boy
,
i'st
not
,
askt
you
his
name
?
WO.
No
Madame
.
PRIN.
O
,
you
are
welcome
,
what
good
newes
?
GAL.
As
good
as
any
one
can
tell
your
grace
,
that
sayes
,
she
has
done
that
you
would
haue
wisht
.
PRIN.
Hast
thou
discouered
?
GAL.
I
haue
straind
a
point
of
modesty
for
you
.
PRIN.
I
prethee
how
?
GAL.
In
listning
after
bawdry
:
I
see
,
let
a
Lady
liue
neuer
so
modestly
,
they
shall
be
sure
to
finde
a
lawfull
time
,
to
harken
after
bawdry
,
your
Prince
braue
Pharamont
was
so
hot
ont
.
PRIN.
With
whom
?
GAL.
Why
with
the
Lady
I
suspected
,
I
can
tell
the
time
and
place
.
PRIN.
O
when
and
where
?
GAL.
To night
,
his
lodging
.
PRIN.
Run
thy selfe
into
the
presents
:
mingle
there
againe
with
other
Ladies
,
leaue
the
rest
to
me
,
if
destinie
to
whom
wee
dare
not
say
,
why
thou
didst
this
,
haue
not
decreed
it
so
,
in
lasting
leaues
:
whose
smallest
charecters
was
neuer
altred
,
yet
this
match
shall
breake
:
wheres
the
boy
.
Enter
Boy
.
WO.
Here
Madame
.
PRIN.
Sir
,
your
sad
to
change
your
seruice
,
i'st
not
so
?
BOY
.
Madame
,
I
haue
not
chang'd
,
I
waite
on
you
to
doe
him
seruice
.
PRIN.
Then
trust
in
me
,
tell
me
thy
name
.
BOY
.
Bellario
.
PRIN.
Thou
canst
sing
and
play
.
BOY
.
If
griefe
will
giue
me
leaue
Madame
,
I
can
.
PRIN.
Alas
,
what
kinde
of
griefe
can
thy
yeares
know
,
Hadst
thou
a
crosse
schoole-maister
when
thou
went'st
to
schoole
?
Thou
art
not
capable
of
other
griefe
,
Thy
browes
and
cheekes
are
smooth
as
water
be
,
When
no
breath
troubles
them
:
beleeue
me
boy
,
Care
seekes
wrinckled
browes
,
and
hollow
eyes
,
And
builds
it selfe
caues
to
abide
in
them
,
Come
sir
,
tell
me
truely
,
doth
your
Lord
loue
me
?
BOY
.
I
know
not
Madame
,
what
it
is
.
PRIN.
Canst
thou
know
griefe
,
and
neuer
yet
knewst
loue
,
Thou
art
deceiud
boy
,
dos
he
speake
of
me
,
As
if
he
wisht
me
well
?
BOY
.
If
it
be
loue
to
forget
all
respect
to
his
owne
friends
,
with
thinking
of
your
face
:
if
it
bee
loue
to
sit
crosse
armde
,
and
thinke
away
the
day
,
with
mingling
starts
,
and
crying
your
name
as
lowde
as
men
in
streetes
doe
fire
:
if
it
bee
loue
to
weepe
himselfe
away
,
when
hee
but
heares
of
any
woman
dead
or
kild
,
because
it
might
haue
bin
your
chance
:
if
when
hee
goes
to
rest
,
which
will
not
bee
,
twixt
euery
praier
he
saies
,
to
name
you
once
as
others
drop
beades
,
be
to
be
in
loue
,
then
Madame
I
dare
sweare
he
loues
yee
.
PRIN.
O
y'are
a
cunning
boy
,
and
taught
to
your
Lords
credit
,
But
thou
know'st
a
lie
that
beares
this
sound
,
Is
welcomer
to
me
then
any
truth
that
sayes
He
loues
me
not
:
lead
the
way
boy
,
doe
you
attend
me
too
,
Tis
thy
Lords
businesse
hasts
me
thus
away
.
Exit
.
Enter
the
three
Gentlewomen
,
MEGRA
,
GALLATEA
,
and
another
Lady
.
TRA.
Come
Ladies
,
shal
we
talke
a
round
,
as
men
do
walke
a
mile
,
women
should
talke
an
houre
after
supper
,
tis
their
exercise
.
GAL.
Tis
late
.
ME.
Tis
all
my
eyes
will
doe
to
lead
me
to
my
bed
.
GAL.
I
feare
theyre
so
heauy
youle
scarce
finde
the
way
to
your
owne
lodging
with
vm
to night
.
Enter
PHARAMONT
the
Princesse
boy
,
and
a
woman
.
TRA.
The
Prince
.
PHA.
Not
abed
Ladyes
,
yare
good
sitters
vp
,
what
thinke
you
of
a
pleasing
dreame
to
last
till
morning
?
GAL.
I
shall
chose
my
Lord
a
pleasing
wake
before
it
.
PRIN.
Tis
well
yare
courting
of
these
Ladyes
,
i'st
not
late
Gentlemen
?
GAL.
Yes
madame
.
PRIN.
Waite
you
there
.
Exit
Princesse
.
ME.
Shee's
iealous
as
I
liue
,
looke
my
Lord
,
the
Princesse
a
Hilus
an
Adonis
,
PAR.
His
forme
is
angel-like
.
ME.
Why
this
is
that
,
must
when
you
are
wed
sit
by
Your
pillow
,
like
young
Appollo
,
with
his
hand
and
voyce
,
binding
your
thoughts
in
sleepe
,
the
Princesse
dos
prouide
him
for
you
,
and
for
her selfe
.
PHA.
I
finde
no
musicke
in
these
boyes
.
ME.
Nor
I
,
they
can
doe
little
,
and
that
small
they
doe
,
they
haue
not
wit
to
hide
it
.
LEON
.
Serues
he
the
Princesse
?
TRA.
Yes
.
LEON
.
Tis
a
sweete
boy
,
how
braue
she
keepes
him
.
PHA.
Ladies
all
good
rest
,
I
meane
to
kill
a
buck
,
tomorrow
morning
,
ere
you
haue
done
your
dreames
.
ME.
All
happinesse
attend
your
grace
,
Gentlemen
good
rest
,
shall
we
to
bed
?
GAL.
Yes
,
all
good
night
.
LEON
.
May
your
dreames
be
true
to
you
,
What
shall
we
doe
Gallants
?
tis
late
.
Enter
the
King
,
the
Princesse
,
and
a
guard
.
The
king
is
vp
still
,
see
he
comes
,
a
guard
along
with
him
.
KING
.
Looke
your
intelligence
be
true
.
PRIN.
Ypon
my
life
it
is
,
and
I
doe
hope
your
Highnesse
will
not
tie
me
to
a
man
,
that
in
the
heate
of
woing
,
throwes
me
off
,
and
takes
another
.
LEON
.
What
should
this
meane
?
K.
If
it
be
true
,
that
Lady
had
beene
better
imbrast
curelesse
diseases
:
get
you
to
your
rest
,
you
shalbe
righted
:
Gentlemen
draw
neere
,
we
shall
imploy
ye
.
Is
young
Pharamont
come
to
his
lodging
?
LEON
.
I
saw
him
enter
there
.
KING
.
Haste
some
of
you
,
and
cunningly
discouer
,
if
Megra
be
in
her
lodging
.
Exit
LEON
.
LEON
.
Sir
she
parted
hence
but
now
with
other
Ladyes
.
KING
.
If
shee
bee
there
,
we
shall
not
neede
to
make
a
vaine
discouerie
of
our
suspition
,
you
gods
I
see
,
that
who
vnrighteously
holds
wealth
or
state
from
others
,
shall
be
curst
in
that
which
meaner
men
are
blest
withall
:
Ages
to
come
,
shall
know
no
male
of
him
,
left
to
inherit
,
and
his
name
shalbe
blotted
from
the
earth
,
if
hee
haue
any
child
,
it
shalbe
crosly
matcht
,
the
gods
themselues
shall
sowe
wild
strife
betwixt
her
Lord
and
her
:
yet
if
it
be
your
wils
forgiue
the
sinne
I
haue
committed
,
let
it
not
fall
vpon
this
vndeseruing
child
,
if
she
has
not
broke
your
lawes
,
but
how
could
I
looke
to
be
heard
of
gods
,
that
must
be
iust
,
praying
vpon
the
ground
,
I
hold
in
wrong
.
Enter
LEON
.
LEO.
Sir
I
haue
askt
,
and
her
women
sweare
she
is
within
,
but
they
I
thinke
are
baudes
,
I
tolde
vm
I
must
speake
with
her
,
they
laught
,
and
said
their
Lady
lay
speechlesse
:
I
said
my
businesse
was
important
,
they
said
their
Lady
was
about
it
:
I
grew
hot
,
and
cried
,
my
businesse
was
a
matter
that
concern'd
life
and
death
,
they
answered
so
was
sleeping
,
at
which
their
Lady
was
:
I
vrg'd
againe
shee
had
scarce
time
to
bee
so
,
since
last
I
saw
her
,
they
smilde
againe
,
and
seemde
to
instruct
mee
,
that
sleeping
was
nothing
but
lying
downe
and
winking
,
answers
more
direct
,
I
could
not
get
from
them
,
in
short
sir
,
shee's
not
there
.
KING
.
Tis
then
no
time
to
dally
,
you
a'the
guard
,
wait
at
the
back-doore
of
the
Princes
lodging
,
and
see
that
none
passe
thence
vpon
your
liues
:
Knock
Gentlemen
,
knock
lowde
,
what
has
your
pleasure
taken
off
your
hearing
:
I'le
breake
your
meditation
,
knock
againe
,
and
lowder
,
not
yet
,
I
do
not
thinke
he
sleepes
,
hauing
such
larumes
by
him
,
once
more
,
Pharamont
.
They
knock
.
Enter
Pharamant
aboue
.
PHA.
What
sawcy
groome
knocks
at
this
dead
of
night
,
where
be
our
waiters
,
by
my
vexed
soule
he
meetes
his
death
,
that
meetes
me
for
this
boldnesse
.
K.
Prince
,
Prince
,
you
wrong
your
thoughts
,
wee
are
your
friends
,
come
downe
.
PHA.
The
king
?
KING
.
The
same
sir
.
Come
downe
sir
,
we
haue
cause
of
present
counsell
with
you
,
PHA.
If
your
grace
please
to
vse
mee
,
i'le
attend
you
to
your
chamber
.
K.
No
,
tis
too
late
Prince
,
i'le
make
bold
with
yours
.
PHA.
I
haue
certaine
priuate
reasons
to
my selfe
sir
,
They
prease
to
come
in
.
Makes
me
vnmannerly
,
and
say
you
cannot
:
Nay
,
prease
not
forward
,
he
must
come
through
my
life
,
That
comes
heere
.
K.
Sir
be
resolued
,
I
must
come
,
and
will
come
enter
.
PHA.
I
will
not
be
dishonoured
thus
,
hee
that
enters
,
enters
vpon
his
death
,
sir
tis
a
signe
you
make
no
stranger
of
mee
,
to
bring
these
runagates
to
my
chamber
,
at
these
vnseasoned
houres
.
K.
Why
,
do
you
chafe
your selfe
:
you
are
not
wrongd
,
Nor
shalbe
:
onely
search
your
lodging
,
For
some
cause
to
our selfe
,
Enter
I
say
.
PHA.
I
so
no
.
ME.
Let
vm
enter
Prince
,
let
vm
enter
,
I
am
vp
,
I
know
their
businesse
,
tis
a
poore
breaking
of
a
Ladies
honour
,
they
hunt
so
hotly
after
,
let
vm
enioy
it
,
you
haue
your
businesse
Gentlemen
,
I
lay
here
,
O
my
Lord
the
King
,
this
is
not
noble
in
you
,
To
make
publicke
the
weakenesse
of
a
woman
.
KING
.
Come
downe
.
ME.
I
dare
my
Lord
,
your
whoting
and
your
clamours
,
your
priuate
whispers
,
and
your
broad
fleerings
,
can
no
more
vex
my
soule
,
then
this
base
carriage
:
but
I
haue
vengeance
still
in
store
for
some
,
shall
in
the
most
contempt
you
can
haue
of
mee
,
bee
ioy
and
nourishment
.
KING
.
Will
you
come
downe
?
ME.
Yes
,
to
laugh
at
your
worst
,
but
I
shall
wring
you
,
if
my
skill
faile
me
not
.
KING
.
Sir
,
I
must
chide
you
deerely
for
this
loosenesse
,
You
haue
wrongd
a
Lady
,
but
no
more
,
Conduct
him
to
his
lodging
,
and
to
bed
.
CLE.
Get
him
another
wench
,
and
you
bring
him
to
bed
indeed
.
LEON
.
Tis
strange
a
man
cannot
ride
a
Stage
or
two
,
To
breath
himselfe
,
without
a
warrant
:
if
this
geare
hold
,
That
lodgings
be
searcht
thus
,
pray
God
we
may
lye
With
our
owne
wiues
in
safety
,
that
they
be
not
they
come
downe
to
the
King
.
by
some
tricke
of
state
mistaken
.
KING
.
Now
Lady
of
honour
,
where's
your
honour
now
?
No
man
can
fit
your
palat
but
the
Prince
,
Thou
most
ill
shrowded
rottennesse
,
thou
peece
Made
by
a
Painter
and
Apothecaries
,
thou
troubled
sea
of
lust
,
Thou
wildernesse
inhabited
by
wild
thoughts
,
Thou
swolne
clowd
of
infection
,
thou
ripe
mine
of
all
diseases
,
Thou
all
sinne
and
hell
,
and
last
all
diuels
,
tell
me
,
Had
you
none
to
pull
on
with
your
courtesies
,
But
he
that
must
be
mine
,
and
wrong
my
daughter
:
By
all
the
gods
:
all
these
,
all
the
Pages
,
and
all
the
Court
Shall
whoote
thee
through
the
Court
,
fling
rotten
orrenges
:
Make
reball
rymes
,
and
seare
thy
name
with
candles
Vpon
wals
,
doe
you
laugh
Lady
Venus
?
ME.
Faith
sir
you
must
pardon
me
,
I
cannot
chuse
but
laugh
,
To
see
you
merry
,
if
you
do
this
O
King
;
Nay
,
if
you
dare
do
it
,
by
all
those
gods
you
swore
by
,
And
as
many
more
of
my
owne
,
I
will
haue
fellowes
,
And
such
fellowes
in
it
,
that
shall
make
noble
mirth
:
The
Princesse
your
deere
daughter
shall
stand
by
me
,
Vpon
wals
,
and
sung
in
ballads
,
or
any
thing
,
vrge
me
no
more
,
I
know
her
and
her
haunts
,
her
fayre
leaps
And
out-lying
,
and
will
discouer
all
,
and
will
dishonour
her
,
I
know
the
boy
she
keepes
,
a
hansome
boy
,
about
eighteene
,
Knowes
what
she
dos
with
him
,
where
,
when
;
Come
sir
,
you
put
me
to
a
womans
madnesse
,
The
glory
of
a
fury
,
and
if
I
doe
not
doe
it
to
the
height
—
KING
.
What
boy
is
that
she
raues
at
?
ME.
Alas
good
minded
Prince
,
you
know
not
these
things
,
I
am
loth
to
reueale
vm
:
keepe
this
fault
As
you
would
keepe
your
health
from
the
hote
ayre
Of
the
corrupted
people
,
or
by
heauen
,
I
will
not
sinke
alone
,
what
I
haue
knowne
,
Shall
be
as
publike
as
in
Print
,
all
tongues
shall
speake
it
,
As
they
doe
the
language
they're
borne
in
,
as
free
and
commonly
,
I'le
set
it
like
a
prodigious
starre
,
for
all
to
gaze
at
,
And
so
high
and
glowing
,
that
other
kingdomes
far
and
forraigne
,
Shall
read
it
there
,
trauaile
with
it
,
till
they
finde
no
tongue
,
To
make
it
more
,
nor
no
more
people
,
And
then
behold
the
fall
of
your
faire
Princesse
.
KING
.
Has
she
a
boy
?
LEON
.
So
please
your
grace
I
haue
seene
a
boy
waite
on
her
,
a
faire
boy
.
KING
.
Go
get
you
to
your
quarters
,
for
this
time
,
i'le
study
to
forget
you
.
ME.
Do
so
,
and
i'le
forget
your
—
Exit
King
,
MEGRA
,
and
the
guard
.
CLE.
Heere's
a
male
spirit
fit
for
Hercules
.
if
euer
there
be
nine
worthy
of
women
,
this
wench
shall
ride
aside
and
be
their
Captaine
.
LEON
.
Sure
she
has
a
Garison
of
diuels
in
her
tongue
,
She
vttered
such
bals
of
wild
fire
,
she
has
so
netled
the
King
,
That
all
the
Doctors
in
the
Countrey
will
not
cure
him
,
That
boy
was
a
strange
found
out
antidote
to
cure
her
infections
;
That
boy
,
that
Princesse
boy
,
that
chast
,
braue
,
vertuous
Ladies
boy
,
and
a
faire
boy
,
a
wel-spoken
boy
,
All
these
considered
can
make
nothing
else
,
But
there
I
leaue
yee
Gentlemen
.
TRA.
Nay
,
wee'le
go
wander
with
you
.
Exit
three
Gentlemen
.
Actus
3.
Scoen.
1.
Enter
three
Gentlemen
.
CLE.
And
doubtlesse
tis
true
.
LEON
.
I
and
tis
the
gods
That
raisd
this
punishment
to
scourge
the
King
With
his
owne
yssue
,
is
it
not
a
shame
for
all
vs
,
That
write
noble
in
the
Land
for
vs
,
that
should
be
freemen
,
To
behold
a
man
that
is
the
brauery
of
his
age
,
Phylaster
:
prest
downe
from
his
royall
right
,
By
this
regardlesse
King
,
and
onely
looke
and
see
the
Scepter
Ready
to
be
cast
into
the
hands
of
that
laciuious
Lady
,
That
liues
in
lust
with
a
smooth
boy
,
Now
to
be
married
to
you
strange
thing
,
Who
but
that
people
please
to
let
him
be
a
Prince
,
Is
borne
a
slaue
,
in
that
which
should
be
his
most
noble
part
,
His
mind
.
TRA.
That
man
that
would
not
stir
with
you
to
aide
Phylaster
,
Let
the
gods
forget
that
such
a
Creature
Walkes
vpon
the
earth
.
CLE.
The
gentry
do
awaite
it
,
and
the
people
against
their
nature
,
are
all
for
him
,
and
like
a
field
if
standing
corne
,
moued
with
a
stiffe
gale
:
their
heads
bow
al
one
way
,
LEON
.
The
onely
cause
that
draweth
Phylaster
backe
,
From
this
attempt
,
is
the
faire
Princesse
loue
,
Which
he
admires
,
and
we
can
now
comfort
.
TRA.
Perhaps
hee'le
not
bileeue
.
CLE.
Why
Gentlemen
,
tis
without
question
so
.
LEON
.
I
tis
past
speech
she
liues
dishonestly
,
But
how
shall
we
:
if
he
be
curious
,
worke
on
his
beleefe
.
TRAS.
We
all
are
satisfied
within
our selues
.
LEON
.
Since
it
is
true
,
and
Lords
to
his
owne
good
,
I'le
make
this
new
report
to
be
my
knowledge
,
I'le
say
I
know
it
,
i'le
sweare
I
saw
it
,
CLE.
It
will
be
best
.
Enter
PHILASTER
.
TRAS.
Twill
moue
him
.
CLE.
Here
he
comes
.
Good
morrow
to
your
honor
:
We
haue
spent
some
time
in
seeking
you
.
PHI.
My
worthy
friends
,
you
that
can
keepe
your
memories
,
to
know
your
friend
in
miseries
,
and
cannot
frame
on
men
disgrace
for
vertue
,
a
good
day
attend
you
all
,
what
seruice
may
I
doe
worthy
your
acceptation
.
LEON
.
My
Lord
,
wee
come
to
vrge
that
vertue
which
wee
know
liues
in
your
breast
:
forth
,
rise
,
make
a
head
,
the
nobles
and
the
people
are
all
dull
with
this
vsurping
king
,
and
not
a
man
that
euer
heard
the
word
,
knowes
such
a
thing
as
vertue
,
but
will
second
your
attempts
,
PHI.
How
honourable
is
this
loue
in
you
to
me
,
That
haue
deserued
more
,
know
my
friends
,
You
that
were
borne
to
shame
your
poore
Phylaster
,
With
too
much
courtesie
,
I
could
affoord
to
melt
my selfe
To
thankes
,
but
my
designes
are
not
yet
ripe
sufficient
,
That
ere
long
I
shall
imploy
your
loues
,
But
yet
the
time
is
short
of
what
I
would
.
LEON
.
The
time
is
fuller
then
you
expect
,
That
which
hereafter
perhaps
be
reacht
by
violence
,
May
now
be
caught
,
as
for
the
King
you
know
The
people
long
haue
hated
him
,
but
now
The
Princesse
whom
they
lou'd
.
PHI.
Why
,
what
of
her
?
TRA.
Is
loathed
as
much
as
he
.
PHI.
By
what
strange
meanes
?
LEON
.
Shee's
knowne
a
whore
.
PHI.
Thou
lyest
!
LEON
.
My
Lord
—
PHY.
Thou
liest
,
and
thou
shalt
feele
it
,
I
had
thought
,
He
offers
to
draw
his
sword
,
&
is
held
.
Thy
minde
had
beene
of
honour
,
then
to
rob
a
Lady
Of
her
good
name
,
is
an
infectious
sin
,
not
to
be
pardon'd
,
Be
it
false
as
hell
,
twill
neuer
be
redeemd
,
If
it
be
sowne
amongst
the
people
,
faithfull
to
increase
,
All
euill
they
shall
he
are
.
Let
me
alone
,
that
I
May
cut
out
falsehood
where
it
growes
,
set
hils
on
hils
,
Betwixt
me
and
that
man
that
vtters
this
,
and
I
will
scale
them
all
,
And
from
the
vtmost
top
fall
on
his
necke
,
like
thunder
from
a
clowde
.
LEON
.
This
is
most
strange
,
sure
he
dos
loue
her
.
PHY.
I
doe
loue
faire
truth
,
she
is
my
mistresse
,
&
who
iniuries
her
,
drawes
vengeance
from
me
.
Sirs
,
let
goe
my
armes
.
TRA.
Nay
,
good
my
Lord
be
patient
.
CLE.
Sir
,
remember
this
is
your
honor'd
friend
,
that
comes
to
doe
his
seruice
,
and
will
shew
you
why
he
vttered
this
.
PHI.
I
aske
your
pardon
sir
,
My
zeale
to
truth
makes
me
vnmannerly
,
Should
I
haue
heard
dishonour
spoke
of
you
,
behind
your
backs
,
vntruely
,
I
had
beene
as
much
distempered
and
inrag'd
,
as
now
.
LEON
.
But
this
my
Lord
,
is
truth
.
PHI.
Oh
say
not
so
,
Good
sir
forbeare
to
say
so
,
tis
then
truth
that
women
all
are
false
,
vrge
it
no
more
,
tis
impossible
,
why
should
you
thinke
the
Princesse
light
?
LEON
.
Why
she
was
taken
at
it
.
PHI.
Tis
false
,
by
heauen
tis
false
,
it
cannot
be
,
Can
it
,
speake
Gentlemen
?
Can
women
all
be
damn'd
?
TRA.
Why
then
it
cannot
be
.
CLE.
And
she
was
taken
with
her
boy
.
PHI.
What
boy
?
LEON
.
A
Page
,
a
boy
that
serues
her
.
PHY.
Oh
good
gods
,
a
little
boy
.
LEON
.
I
,
know
you
him
my
Lord
?
PHY.
Hell
and
sin
know
him
:
Sir
you
are
deceiu'd
,
I'le
reason
it
a
little
milder
with
you
,
If
she
were
lustfull
,
would
shee
take
a
boy
that
knowes
not
yet
desires
,
shee
would
haue
one
should
meete
her
thoughts
,
and
know
the
sinne
shee
acts
,
which
is
the
great
delight
of
wickednesse
,
you
are
abus'd
,
and
so
is
she
and
I
.
CLE.
How
,
you
my
Lord
?
PHI.
Why
all
the
worlds
abusd
,
in
an
vniust
report
.
LEON
.
O
noble
sir
,
your
vertues
cannot
looke
Into
the
subtile
thoughts
of
women
.
In
short
my
Lord
,
I
tooke
them
,
I
my selfe
.
PHI.
Now
all
the
diuels
thou
didst
,
flie
from
my
rage
,
Would
thou
hadst
tane
diuels
ingendring
plagues
,
When
thou
didst
take
them
:
hide
thee
from
mine
eyes
,
Would
thou
hadst
taken
daggers
in
thy
breast
,
When
thou
didst
take
them
,
Or
beene
strucke
dumbe
for
euer
,
that
this
fault
might
haue
slept
in
silence
.
CLE.
Haue
you
knowne
him
so
ill
temper'd
?
TRA.
Neuer
before
.
PHI.
The
winds
that
are
let
loose
from
the
foure
corners
Of
the
earth
,
and
spreads
them selfe
all
ouer
sea
and
land
,
Meetes
not
a
fayre
on
,
what
friend
beares
a
sword
,
To
runne
me
thorow
?
TRA.
Why
my
Lord
,
are
you
so
mooued
at
this
?
PHI.
When
any
fall
from
vertue
I
am
distracted
,
I
haue
interest
in't
.
LEON
.
But
good
my
Lord
recall
your selfe
,
and
thinke
what's
best
to
be
done
,
PHI.
I
thanke
you
,
I
will
do't
,
Please
you
to
leaue
me
I'le
consider
of
it
,
To morrow
i'le
finde
your
lodgings
,
and
giue
you
answer
.
OMNES
.
All
the
gods
direct
you
the
readiest
way
.
Exit
three
Gent.
PHI.
I
had
forgot
to
aske
vm
where
he
tooke
her
,
I'le
follow
him
.
Oh
that
I
had
a
sea
within
my
breast
,
To
quench
the
fire
I
feele
,
more
circumstances
Would
but
flame
this
fire
:
it
more
afflicts
me
now
,
To
know
by
whom
the
deede
is
done
,
then
simply
,
That
it
is
done
,
and
he
that
tels
me
this
,
is
honourable
,
As
farre
from
lies
,
as
she
is
farre
from
truth
,
O
that
like
beasts
we
could
not
grieue
our selues
With
that
we
see
not
,
buls
and
rammes
will
fight
,
To
keepe
their
females
standing
in
their
sight
,
But
take
them
from
them
,
and
you
take
at
once
Their
spleenes
away
,
and
they
will
fall
againe
Vnto
their
pastures
,
growing
fresh
and
fat
,
And
taste
the
waters
ofthe
of
the
springs
as
sweete
as
'twas
before
.
Finding
no
start
in
sleepe
,
but
miserable
man
,
Enter
boy
.
See
,
see
,
you
gods
he
walkes
still
,
and
the
face
you
let
him
weare
When
he
was
innocent
,
is
still
the
same
,
not
blush
.
Is
this
iustice
?
do
you
meane
to
intrap
mortalitie
,
That
you
allow
treason
so
smooth
a
brow
:
I
cannot
now
thinke
he
is
guilty
.
BOY
.
Health
to
you
my
Lord
:
The
Princesse
doth
commend
her
loue
,
her
life
,
and
this
vnto
you
.
He
giues
him
a
letter
.
PHI.
O
Bellario
,
now
I
perceiue
she
loues
me
,
She
dos
shew
it
in
louing
thee
my
boy
,
She
has
made
thee
braue
.
BOY
.
My
Lord
,
she
has
attir'd
me
past
wish
,
Past
my
desert
,
more
fit
for
her
attendant
,
But
far
vnfit
for
me
that
doe
attend
.
PHI.
Thou
art
growne
Courtly
my
boy
.
O
let
all
women
that
loue
black
deedes
,
learne
to
dissemble
here
,
Heere
,
with
this
paper
,
she
dos
write
to
me
As
if
her
heart
were
twines
of
Adamant
To
all
the
world
besides
,
but
vnto
me
a
maiden
snow
,
That
melted
with
my
lookes
:
tell
me
my
boy
,
How
dos
the
Princesse
vse
thee
?
BOY
.
Scarce
like
her
seruant
,
but
as
if
I
were
Something
alied
to
her
,
or
had
preserued
her
life
Three
times
by
my
fidelity
:
as
mothers
fond
,
Doe
vse
their
onely
sonnes
,
as
I'de
vse
one
that's
left
vnto
my
trust
,
For
whom
my
life
should
pay
,
If
he
meete
harme
:
so
she
dos
vse
me
.
PHI.
Why
tis
wondrous
well
,
But
what
kinde
language
dos
she
feede
thee
with
?
BOY
.
Why
she
dos
tell
me
she
will
trust
my
youth
with
al
her
maiden
store
,
and
dos
call
mee
her
pretie
seruant
,
bids
mee
weepe
no
more
for
leauing
you
,
she'le
see
my
seruice
rewarded
,
&
such
words
of
that
soft
straine
,
that
I
am
neerer
weeping
when
she
ends
,
then
ere
she
speakes
.
PHI.
This
is
much
better
still
.
BOY
.
Are
you
not
well
my
Lord
?
PHI.
Ill
,
no
Bellario
.
BOY
.
Me thinkes
your
words
fall
out
from
your
tongue
,
so
vneuenly
,
nor
is
there
in
your
looks
that
quicknesse
that
I
was
wont
to
see
.
PHI.
Thou
art
deceiued
boy
.
And
she
strokes
thy
head
.
BOY
.
Yes
.
PHI.
And
she
dos
clap
thy
cheekes
.
BOY
.
She
dos
my
Lord
.
PHY.
And
she
dos
kisse
thee
boy
,
ha
.
BOY
.
How
my
Lord
?
PHY.
She
kisses
thee
.
BOY
.
Neuer
my
Lord
,
by
heauen
.
PHY.
That's
strange
,
I
know
she
dos
.
BOY
.
No
by
my
life
.
PHY.
Why
then
she
dos
not
loue
me
,
Come
she
dos
,
I
bid
her
do't
:
I
charg'd
her
by
all
charmes
of
loue
betweene
vs
,
by
the
hope
of
peace
wee
should
inioy
,
to
yeeld
thee
all
delight
,
naked
as
to
her
Lord
.
I
tooke
her
oath
thou
shouldst
inioy
her
.
Tell
mee
gentle
boy
,
is
shee
not
paradise
:
is
not
her
breath
sweete
as
Arabian
winds
when
fruites
are
ripe
,
are
not
her
breasts
two
lickquid
Iuory
bals
?
is
she
not
all
a
lasting
mine
of
ioy
?
BOY
.
Yes
,
now
I
see
why
my
discurled
thoughts
were
so
perplext
.
When
first
I
went
to
her
my
heart
held
augeries
:
you
are
abus'd
,
some
villaine
has
abus'd
you
,
I
doe
see
where
you
tend
.
Fall
rocks
vpon
his
head
,
that
put
this
to
you
,
tis
some
subtile
traine
to
bring
that
noble
friend
of
yours
to
naught
.
PHY.
Thou
thinkst
I
will
bee
angry
with
thee
,
come
thou
shalt
know
all
my
drift
.
I
hate
her
more
then
I
loue
happinesse
,
and
plac't
thee
there
to
pry
with
sparrowes
eyes
,
into
her
deedes
,
hast
thou
discouered
,
is
shee
falne
to
lust
,
as
I
would
wish
her
,
speake
some
comfort
to
me
.
BOY
.
My
Lord
you
did
mistake
the
boy
you
sent
,
Had
she
the
lust
of
sparrowes
and
of
goates
,
Had
she
a
sin
that
weighed
from
the
world
,
beyond
the
name
of
lust
,
I
would
not
aide
her
base
desires
,
But
what
I
come
to
know
as
seruant
to
her
,
I
would
not
reueale
,
to
make
my
life
last
ages
.
PHI.
Oh
my
heart
!
This
is
a
salue
worse
then
the
maine
deceit
,
Tell
me
thy
thoughts
,
for
I
will
know
the
least
That
dwels
within
thee
,
or
will
rip
thy
heart
,
To
know
it
,
I
will
see
thy
thoughts
as
plaine
,
As
I
doe
now
thy
face
.
BOY
.
Why
so
you
doe
:
she
is
for
ought
I
know
,
by
all
the
gods
,
As
chast
as
ice
:
but
were
she
foule
as
hell
,
And
I
did
know
it
thus
,
the
breath
of
Kings
,
The
points
of
swords
,
tortures
,
nor
buls
of
brasse
,
Should
wrack
it
from
me
.
PHI.
Then
tis
no
time
to
dallie
with
thee
,
I
will
take
thy
life
,
For
I
doe
hate
thee
,
I
could
curse
thee
now
.
BOY
.
If
you
do
hate
me
,
you
could
not
curse
me
worse
,
The
gods
haue
not
a
punishment
in
store
,
To
me
,
then
is
your
hate
.
PHI.
Fie
,
fie
,
so
young
and
so
dissembling
,
tell
me
when
&
where
,
Thou
didst
inioy
her
,
or
let
plagues
fall
vpon
me
,
If
I
destroy
thee
not
.
He
drawes
his
sword
.
BOY
.
By
heauen
I
neuer
did
,
and
when
I
lie
to
saue
my
life
,
May
I
liue
long
and
loathed
,
hew
me
asunder
,
And
whilst
I
can
thinke
,
i'le
loue
those
pieces
you
haue
cut
away
Better
then
those
that
grow
,
and
kisse
those
limbes
Because
you
made
vm
so
.
PHI.
Fear'st
thou
not
death
,
can
boyes
contemne
that
.
BOY
.
Oh!
what
boy
is
he
could
be
content
to
liue
To
be
a
man
,
that
sees
the
best
of
men
thus
passionate
,
Thus
without
reason
.
PHI.
O
thou
dost
not
know
what
tis
to
die
.
BOY
.
Yes
,
I
doe
know
my
Lord
tis
lesse
then
to
be
borne
,
A
lasting
sleepe
,
a
quiet
resting
from
all
iealousie
,
A
thing
we
all
persue
:
I
know
besides
,
it
is
but
giuing
ore
againe
,
That
must
be
lost
.
PHI.
But
there
are
paines
false
boy
,
For
periur'd
,
soules
:
think
but
those
,
and
then
thy
heart
will
melt
,
And
then
thou
wilt
vtter
all
.
BOY
.
May
they
fall
all
vpon
me
,
whilst
I
liue
,
If
I
be
periur'd
,
or
haue
euer
thought
of
that
you
charge
me
with
,
If
I
be
false
,
send
mee
to
suffer
in
those
punishments
you
speake
of
Kill
me
.
PHI.
Oh!
What
should
I
doe
,
why
who
can
but
beleeue
him
?
Hee
dos
sweare
so
earnestly
,
that
if
it
were
not
true
,
the
gods
would
not
indure
him
.
Rise
Bellario
,
thy
protestaions
are
so
deepe
,
and
thou
dost
looke
so
truely
when
thou
vtterest
them
,
that
though
I
knew
vm
false
,
as
were
my
hopes
,
I
cannot
vrge
thee
further
,
but
thou
wert
too
blame
to
iniuie
me
:
for
I
must
loue
thy
honest
lookes
,
and
take
no
reuenge
vpon
thy
honest
lookes
:
a
loue
from
mee
to
thee
is
firme
,
what ere
thou
dost
,
it
troubles
me
,
that
I
haue
cald
thy
blood
out
of
thy
cheekes
,
that
did
so
well
become
thee
:
But
good
boy
let
me
not
see
thee
more
,
something
is
done
,
that
will
distract
me
,
that
will
make
mee
mad
,
if
I
behold
thee
,
if
thou
tenderest
mee
,
let
me
not
see
thee
.
BOY
.
I
will
flie
as
farre
,
As
there
is
morning
,
ere
I
giue
distaste
to
that
most
honord
frame
,
but
through
these
teares
shed
at
my
haplesse
parting
,
I
can
see
a
world
of
treason
practis'd
vpon
you
,
and
her
,
and
me
,
farewell
for
euermore
,
if
you
shall
heare
that
sorrowes
strucke
me
dead
,
and
after
finde
me
loyall
,
let
there
be
a
teare
shed
from
you
,
in
my
memory
,
and
I
shall
rest
at
peace
.
PHI.
Blessing
be
with
thee
what ere
thou
deseruest
.
O
where
shall
I
go
bathe
this
body
,
nature
too
vnkind
,
That
mad'st
no
medicine
to
a
troubled
minde
.
Exit
PHILASTER
.
Enter
Princesse
.
PRIN,
I
maruaile
my
boy
comes
not
backe
,
But
that
I
know
my
loue
will
question
him
ouer
and
ouer
,
How
I
slept
,
make
talke
how
I
remember
him
,
When
his
deere
name
was
last
spoken
,
And
how
spoke
when
I
sight
song
,
and
ten
thousand
such
,
I
should
be
angry
at
his
stay
.
Enter
King
.
KING
.
What
,
in
your
meditations
,
who
attends
you
?
PRIN.
None
but
my
single
selfe
,
I
neede
no
guard
,
I
doe
no
wrong
,
nor
feare
none
.
K.
Tell
me
,
haue
you
not
a
boy
?
PRIN.
Yes
Sir
.
K.
What
kinde
of
boy
?
PRIN.
A
page
,
a
waiting
boy
.
K.
A
hansome
boy
?
PRIN.
I
thinke
he
be
not
vgly
Sir
,
well
qualified
,
and
dutifull
,
I
know
him
,
I
tooke
him
not
for
beauty
.
K.
He
speakes
,
and
sings
,
and
plaies
?
PRIN.
Yes
Sir
.
K.
About
eighteene
?
PRIN.
I
neuer
askt
his
age
.
K.
Is
he
full
of
seruice
?
PRIN.
By
your
pardon
,
why
do
you
aske
?
K.
Put
him
away
.
PRIN.
Sir
.
KING
.
Put
him
away
I
say
,
has
done
you
that
good
seruice
,
Shames
me
to
speake
off
.
PRIN.
Good
sir
,
let
me
vnderstand
you
?
K.
If
you
feare
me
,
show
it
in
duty
?
put
away
that
boy
.
PRIN.
Let
me
haue
reason
for
it
,
and
then
your
wil
is
a
command
.
K.
Do
not
you
blush
to
aske
it
,
cast
him
off
:
OrI
shall
do
that
shame
to
you
,
ye
are
one
shame
with
me
,
And
so
neere
my selfe
,
that
by
the
gods
,
I'd
dare
not
tell
my selfe
,
what
you
my selfe
,
Haue
done
.
PRIN.
What
I
haue
done
?
KING
.
Tis
a
new
language
,
that
all
loue
to
learne
:
The
common
people
speake
it
well
already
,
They
neede
no
grammer
:
vnderstand
me
well
,
there
be
foule
Whispers
stirring
,
cast
him
off
,
and
suddenly
do
it
,
farewell
.
Exit
King
.
PRIN.
Where
may
a
maid
liue
securely
free
,
Keeping
her
honour
faire
,
not
with
the
liuing
,
They
feede
vpon
opinions
,
errors
,
dreames
,
and
make
vm
truth
,
They
draw
a
nourishment
out
of
defamings
,
Grow
vpon
disgraces
,
and
when
they
see
a
vertue
fortified
,
Strongly
aboue
the
battry
of
their
tongues
.
Oh
how
they
mind
to
sincke
it
,
and
defeated
foule
Sicke
with
poyson
,
stricke
the
mountaines
,
Where
noble
names
be
sleeping
,
till
they
sweate
,
And
the
cold
Marble
melt
.
Enter
PHILASTER
.
PHI.
Peace
to
your
fairest
thoughts
,
deerest
mistrisse
.
PRIN.
Oh
my
deerest
seruant
,
I
haue
a
warre
within
me
.
PHI.
He
must
be
more
then
man
that
makes
these
christals
runne
into
riuers
,
sweetest
faire
the
cause
,
and
as
I
am
your
slaue
,
tied
to
your
goodnesse
,
your
creature
made
againe
from
what
I
was
,
and
newly
spirited
,
I'le
right
your
honour
.
PRIN.
O
my
best
loue
,
that
boy
.
PHI.
What
boy
?
PRIN.
The
pretie
boy
you
gaue
me
,
PHI.
What
of
him
?
PRIN.
Must
be
no
more
mine
.
PHI.
Why
?
PRIN.
They
are
iealous
of
him
.
PHI.
Iealous
,
who
?
PRIN.
The
King
.
PHI,
Oh
my
misfortune
,
Then
tis
no
idle
iealousie
,
let
him
goe
.
PRIN.
O
cruell
,
are
you
hard
hearted
too
?
Who
shall
now
tell
you
how
much
I
loued
you
?
Who
shall
sweare
it
to
you
,
and
weepe
the
teares
I
send
?
Who
shall
now
bring
you
letters
,
rings
,
braslets
,
Loose
his
health
in
seruice
,
make
tedious
nights
,
In
stories
of
your
praise
?
Who
shall
now
sing
Your
crying
Elegies
,
and
strike
a
sad
soule
Into
senselesse
pictures
,
and
make
them
warme
?
Who
shall
take
vp
his
lute
,
and
touch
it
,
Till
he
crowne
a
silent
sleepe
vpon
my
eye-lids
,
Make
me
dreame
and
crie
:
O
my
deere
,
deere
Phylaster
.
PHI.
O
my
heart
,
would
he
had
broken
thee
,
That
made
thee
know
this
Lady
was
not
loyall
.
Mistresse
forget
the
boy
,
I'le
get
you
a
farre
better
.
PRIN.
Oh
neuer
,
neuer
,
such
a
boy
againe
,
as
my
Bellario
.
PHI.
Tis
but
your
fond
affection
.
PRIN.
With
thee
,
my
boy
,
fare
well
for
euer
,
All
seruice
in
seruants
,
farewell
faith
and
all
Desires
to
doe
well
,
for
thy
sake
,
let
all
that
Shall
succeede
thee
,
for
thy
wrongs
,
Sell
and
betray
chaste
loue
.
PHI.
And
all
this
passion
for
a
boy
.
PRIN.
He
was
your
boy
,
and
you
put
him
vnto
me
,
And
the
losse
of
such
must
haue
a
mourning
for
.
PHI.
O
thou
forgetfull
woman
.
PRIN.
How
,
my
Lord
?
PHI.
False
Arethusa
.
Hast
thou
a
medicine
to
restore
my
wits
,
When
I
haue
lost
vm
,
if
not
,
leaue
to
talke
,
and
doe
thus
.
PRIN.
Doe
what
sir
,
would
you
sleepe
?
For
euer
Arethusa
,
O
ye
gods
,
ye
gods
:
Giue
me
a
wealthy
patience
,
haue
I
stood
naked
Aboue
the
shocke
of
many
fortunes
?
haue
I
seene
mischiefe
,
Numberlesse
,
and
mighty
,
grow
like
a
sea
vpon
me
:
Haue
I
taken
danger
as
deepe
as
death
,
into
my
bosome
,
And
laught
vpon
it
,
made
it
but
a
mirth
,
And
flowing
it
by
,
do
I
liue
now
like
him
vnder
this
tyrant
King
,
That
languishing
heare
his
sad
bell
,
and
sees
his
Mourners
,
Doe
I
beare
all
this
brauely
?
and
sinke
at
length
Vnder
a
womans
falsehood
,
O
that
boy
,
that
cursed
boy
,
None
but
a
villaine
boy
,
to
ease
your
lust
.
PRIN.
Nay
,
then
I
am
betraid
,
I
feele
the
plot
cast
for
my
ouerthrow
:
O
I
am
wretched
.
PHI.
Now
you
may
take
that
little
right
I
haue
to
this
Poore
Kingdome
,
giue
it
to
your
Ioy
,
for
I
haue
no
ioy
in
it
:
Some
far
place
,
where
neuer
woman
kinde
durst
set
her
foote
,
For
bursting
with
her
poyson
must
I
seeke
,
And
liue
to
curse
you
,
and
there
dig
a
Caue
,
And
preach
to
beasts
and
birds
,
what
women
are
;
How
Heauen
is
in
your
eies
,
but
in
your
hearts
more
hell
,
Then
hell
has
:
How
your
tongues
,
like
Scorpyons
,
Both
heale
and
poyson
:
How
your
thoughts
wouen
,
With
thousand
changes
in
one
subtile
web
,
and
worne
by
you
:
How
that
foolish
men
that
reade
the
story
of
a
womans
face
,
And
dyes
beleeuing
it
is
lost
for
euer
:
How
all
the
good
you
haue
,
Is
but
a
shadow
,
i'th
morning
with
you
,
and
at
night
behind
you
,
Past
and
forgotten
:
How
your
vowes
are
frost
fast
,
for
a
night
,
And
with
the
next
Sunne
gone
;
How
you
are
,
Being
taken
altogether
.
A
meere
confusion
,
and
so
dead
a
Chaios
,
That
loue
cannot
distinguish
these
sad
texts
,
Till
my
last
houre
I
am
bound
to
vtter
of
you
,
So
farewell
all
my
wo
,
all
my
delight
.
Exit
PHYLASTER
.
PRIN.
Be
mercifull
you
gods
,
and
strike
me
dead
.
What
way
haue
I
deserued
this
?
make
my
breast
transparant
,
That
the
world
iealous
of
me
,
May
see
the
foulest
thought
my
heart
holds
:
Where
shall
women
turne
their
eies
to
finde
out
constancie
?
Enter
boy
.
Saue
me
,
how
black
and
vile
me thinkes
,
that
boy
lookes
now
!
Oh
thou
dissembler
,
that
before
thou
spokst
,
Wert
in
thy
cradle
false
,
sent
to
make
lies
,
And
to
betray
innocence
,
thy
Lord
and
thou
Maist
glory
in
the
ashes
of
a
maid
,
foold
by
her
passion
:
But
the
conquest
is
nothing
so
great
as
wicked
,
Flie
away
,
let
my
command
force
thee
to
that
,
Which
shame
would
doe
without
it
,
if
thou
vnderstoodst
.
The
loathed
office
thou
hast
vndertooke
,
Why
thou
wouldst
hide
thee
vnder
heapes
of
hils
,
Lest
we
should
dig
and
finde
thee
.
BOY
.
O
what
god
angry
with
me
,
hath
sent
this
strange
desease
Into
the
noblest
mindes
,
Madame
this
griefe
you
adde
vnto
me
,
Is
no
more
then
drops
to
seas
,
for
which
they
are
not
seen
to
swell
,
My
Lord
has
struck
his
anger
through
my
heart
,
And
let
out
all
the
hope
of
future
ioyes
,
Ye
neede
not
bid
me
flie
,
I
came
to
part
,
To
take
my
latest
leaue
,
Farewell
for
euer
.
I
durst
not
run
away
in
honesty
from
such
a
Lady
,
Like
a
boy
that
stole
,
or
made
some
greater
fault
,
The
power
of
gods
assist
you
in
your
suffering
:
Hasty
time
reueale
the
truth
to
your
abused
Lord
,
and
mine
,
That
he
may
know
your
worth
,
whilst
I
goe
seeke
Out
some
forgotten
place
to
die
.
Exit
BO
.
PRIN.
Peace
guide
thee
,
thou
hast
ouerthrowne
me
once
,
But
if
I
had
another
time
to
lose
,
Thou
,
or
another
villaine
with
thy
lookes
,
Might
take
me
out
of
it
,
and
send
me
naked
,
My
haire
desheueld
,
through
the
fiery
streetes
.
Enter
.
Wo.
Madame
,
the
king
would
hunt
,
And
cals
for
you
with
earnestnesse
.
PRIN.
I
am
in
tune
to
hunt
:
Diana
if
thou
canst
Rage
with
a
maid
,
as
with
a
man
,
let
me
discouer
thee
bathing
,
and
turne
me
to
a
fearefull
hind
,
That
I
may
die
pursu'd
by
cruell
hounds
,
And
haue
my
story
written
in
my
wounds
.
Exit
Princesse
.
Actus
4.
Scoen.
1.
Enter
the
King
,
PHARAMONT
,
Princesse
,
MEGRA
,
GALLATEA
,
LEON
.
CLE.
TRA.
and
two
Wood-men
.
KING
.
What
,
are
the
hounds
before
,
and
all
the
Woodmen
?
Our
horses
ready
,
and
our
bowes
bent
?
LEON
.
All
sir
.
KING
.
You
are
clowdy
sir
.
Come
we
haue
forgotten
your
veniall
trespasses
,
let
not
that
sit
heauy
vpon
your
spirit
,
Heres
none
dares
vtter
it
.
LEON
.
He
lookes
like
an
olde
surfeited
stallion
after
his
leaping
,
Dull
as
a
Dormouse
:
see
how
he
sinckes
,
the
wench
has
shot
him
betweene
wind
and
water
,
and
I
hope
sprung
a
lake
.
CLE.
He
needes
no
teaching
,
he
strikes
sure
enough
,
His
greatest
fault
is
,
he
hunts
too
much
in
the
purlewes
,
Would
he
would
leaue
off
poaching
.
TRA.
And
for
his
horne
,
has
left
it
at
the
lodge
where
he
lay
late
:
Oh
hee's
a
pernitious
limhound
,
turne
him
vpon
the
pursue
of
any
Lady
,
and
if
hee
lose
her
,
hang
him
vp
i'th
slip
:
when
my
foxe
bith
bewty
growes
prowd
,
I'le
borrow
him
.
KING
.
Is
your
boy
turnde
away
?
PRIN.
You
did
command
sir
,
and
I
obeyed
you
.
KING
.
Tis
well
done
,
harke
ye
furder
.
LEON
.
I'st
possible
this
fellow
should
repent
,
Me thinkes
that
were
not
noble
in
him
,
And
yet
he
lookes
like
a
mortified
member
,
As
if
he
had
a
sicke
mans
salue
in's
mouth
,
If
a
worse
man
had
done
this
fault
now
,
Some
physicall
Iustice
or
other
,
would
presently
Without
the
helpe
of
an
Almanacke
,
Haue
opened
the
obstructions
of
his
liuer
,
And
let
him
bloud
with
a
dog-whip
.
TRA.
See
,
see
,
how
modestly
yon
Lady
lookes
,
As
if
she
came
from
churching
with
her
neighbours
,
Why
what
a
diuell
can
you
see
in
her
face
,
But
that
shee's
honest
.
CLE.
Faith
no
great
matter
to
speake
of
:
a
foolish
twinckling
with
the
eie
,
that
spoyles
her
coat
,
but
hee
must
be
a
cunning
Herald
that
findes
it
.
TRA.
See
how
they
muster
on
another
,
O
thers
a
ranke
regient
,
where
the
diuell
carries
the
Culours
,
and
his
damn'd
drum
maior
.
Now
the
flesh
and
the
world
come
behinde
with
the
Carriage
.
LEON
.
Sure
this
Lady
has
a
good
turne
done
against
her
wil
,
before
she
was
common
talke
,
now
none
dares
say
Cantharides
can
stirre
her
,
her
face
lookes
like
a
warrant
,
willing
and
commanding
all
tongues
,
as
they
will
answere
it
,
to
be
tied
vp
,
and
boulted
,
when
this
Lady
meanes
to
let
her selfe
loose
,
as
I
liue
,
shee
has
got
a
goodly
protection
,
and
a
gratious
:
and
may
vse
her
body
discretely
,
for
her
health
sake
,
once
a
weeke
,
except
lent
and
dog-dayes
.
O
if
they
were
to
be
got
for
money
,
what
a
large
summe
would
come
out
of
the
Citie
,
for
these
Licences
.
KING
.
To
horse
,
to
horse
,
we
loose
the
morning
Gentlemen
.
1
WOOD.
What
,
haue
you
log'd
the
Deere
below
?
Exit
King
and
Lords
,
Manet
Wood-men
.
2
WOOD.
Yes
,
they
are
ready
for
the
bow
.
1
WOOD.
Who
shoots
?
2
The
Princesse
.
1
WOOD.
No
,
shee'le
hunt
.
2
WOOD.
Shee'le
take
a
stand
I
say
.
1
WOOD.
Who
else
?
2
WOOD.
Why
the
young
strange
Prince
.
1
WOOD.
He
shall
shoote
in
a
stone
bow
for
me
,
I
neuer
lou'd
his
beyond-sea-shippe
,
since
he
forsooke
the
Say
,
for
paying
ten
shillings
:
he
was
there
at
the
fall
of
a
Deare
,
and
would
needes
out
of
his
Mightinesse
,
giue
ten
groates
for
the
docets
;
mary
his
steward
would
haue
the
villuet
head
into
the
bargaine
,
to
turfe
his
hat
withall
,
I
thinke
he
should
loue
venery
:
he
and
old
Sir
Tristrum
:
for
if
ye
be
remembred
,
hee
forsooke
a
Stagge
once
,
to
strike
a
rascall
milking
in
a
meddow
,
and
her
hee
kild
i'the
eye
.
Who
shootes
else
?
2
WOOD.
The
Lady
Gallatea
.
1
WOOD.
That's
a
good
wench
,
an
shee
would
not
chide
vs
for
tumbling
of
her
women
in
the
brakes
,
she's
liberal
,
and
by
the
gods
,
they
say
honest
,
and
whether
that
be
a
fault
or
no
,
I
haue
nothing
to
do
,
there's
all
.
2
WOOD.
No
,
one
more
,
Megra
.
1
WOOD.
That's
a
firker
I'faith
boy
,
there's
a
wench
will
ride
her
hanches
as
hard
after
a
kennell
of
hounds
as
a
hunting
sadle
,
&
whē
she
comes
home
,
get
vm
clapt
,
and
all
is
well
againe
,
I
haue
knowne
her
lose
her selfe
three
times
in
one
after-noone
,
if
the
Woods
had
beene
answerable
,
and
has
bin
worke
enough
for
one
man
to
finde
her
,
and
has
swet
for't
:
shee
rides
well
,
and
shee
payes
well
,
harke
else
.
Enter
PHILASTER
solus
.
PHY.
Oh
that
I
had
beene
nourisht
in
the
woods
,
With
milke
of
goates
,
and
Acrons
,
and
not
knowne
The
right
of
Crownes
,
nor
the
dissembling
traines
Of
cruell
loue
:
but
dig'd
my selfe
a
Caue
,
Where
I
,
my
fire
,
my
Cattell
and
my
bed
,
Might
haue
beene
shut
together
in
one
shed
,
And
then
had
taken
me
some
mountaine
girle
,
Beaten
with
winds
,
chaste
as
the
rocke
whereon
she
dwelt
,
That
might
haue
strewd
my
bed
with
leaues
and
reedes
,
And
with
the
skins
of
beasts
our
neighbours
,
and
haue
borne
Out
her
big
breasts
,
my
large
course
issue
:
This
had
bin
a
life
free
from
vexation
.
Enter
BO
.
BOY
.
Oh!
wicked
men
,
an
innocent
may
walk
safe
amongst
beasts
,
Nothing
assaults
me
here
,
I
see
my
greeued
Lord
,
sits
as
His
soule
were
searching
out
a
way
to
leaue
his
body
.
Pardon
mee
that
brake
thy
last
commandement
,
for
I
must
speake
:
You
that
are
greeu'd
can
pittie
;
heare
my
Lord
.
PHY.
Is
there
a
creature
yet
so
miserable
that
I
can
pittie
?
BOY
.
O
my
noble
Lord
,
view
my
strange
fortunes
,
And
bestow
on
me
according
to
your
bounty
,
If
my
seruice
can
merit
nothing
,
so
much
as
may
serue
to
keepe
That
little
peece
I
hold
of
life
,
from
cold
and
hunger
.
PHI.
Now
by
the
gods
this
is
vnkindly
done
,
to
vex
me
With
thy
sight
,
thou
art
falne
againe
to
thy
dissembling
trade
,
How
shouldst
thou
thinke
to
cosen
me
againe
,
Remaines
there
yet
a
plague
vntride
for
me
.
Euen
so
Thou
wepst
,
and
lookst
,
and
spokst
,
when
I
first
tooke
thee
,
Curse
on
the
time
.
If
thy
commanding
teares
can
worke
On
any
other
,
vse
thy
art
,
I'le
not
betray
it
,
which
way
Wilt
thou
take
,
that
I
may
shun
thee
,
for
thine
eyes
are
Poyson
to
mine
,
and
I
am
loth
to
grow
in
rage
:
This
way
or
that
way
?
Exit
PHYLASTER
.
BOY
.
Any
will
serue
,
but
I
will
chuse
to
haue
That
path
in
chase
,
that
leades
vnto
my
graue
.
Exit
BO
.
Enter
LEON
,
CLE.
and
Wood-men
.
LEON
.
This
is
the
strangest
sodaine
chance
,
you
Wood-man
.
CLE.
My
Lord
Leon
—
LEON
.
Saw
you
a
Lady
come
this
way
,
on
a
sable
horse
,
starredyed
with
stars
of
white
?
1
WOOD.
Was
she
not
young
and
tall
?
LEON
.
Yes
,
rode
she
to
the
wood
,
or
to
the
plaine
?
2
WOOD.
Faith
my
Lord
,
we
saw
none
.
LEON
.
Pox
of
your
questions
then
:
What
,
is
she
found
?
CLE.
Nor
will
be
,
I
thinke
.
LEON
.
Let
him
seeke
his
daughter
himselfe
,
she
cannot
stray
About
a
little
necessary
naturall
businesse
:
But
the
whole
Court
must
be
in
armes
,
When
she
has
done
,
we
shall
haue
peace
.
CLE.
There's
already
a
thousand
fatherlesse
tales
amongst
vs
,
Some
say
,
her
horse
run
away
with
her
;
some
,
a
wolfe
pursu'd
her
;
Others
,
twas
a
plot
to
kill
her
,
and
that
armed
men
were
seene
In
the
wood
:
but
questionlesse
,
she
rode
away
willingly
.
Enter
the
King
,
TRA.
and
ther
Lords
.
KING
.
Where
is
she
?
LEON
.
Sir
,
I
cannot
tell
.
K.
Howe's
that
?
answere
me
so
againe
.
LEON
.
Sir
,
shall
I
lie
?
K.
Yes
,
lie
,
and
dam
,
rather
then
tell
me
that
:
I
say
againe
,
where
is
she
?
mutter
not
,
Sir
,
speake
you
,
where
is
she
?
LEON
.
Sir
,
I
doe
not
know
.
KING
.
Speake
that
againe
so
boldly
,
and
by
heauen
it
is
thy
last
.
You
fellowes
,
answere
me
,
where
is
shee
?
marke
mee
all
,
I
am
your
king
,
I
wish
to
see
my
daughter
,
shew
her
mee
,
I
doe
command
you
all
,
as
you
are
subiects
,
to
shew
her
mee
:
what
,
am
I
not
your
king
,
if
I
,
why
then
,
am
I
not
to
be
obay'd
?
LEON
.
Yes
,
if
you
command
things
possible
,
and
honest
.
KING
.
Things
possible
,
and
honest
,
heare
mee
then
,
thou
traytor
,
that
darst
confine
thy
king
,
to
possible
and
honest
,
things
shew
her
me
,
or
let
me
perish
,
if
I
couer
not
all
Cycele
with
blood
.
LEON
.
Faith
I
cannot
,
vnlesse
you'le
tell
me
where
she
is
.
KING
.
You
haue
betrayed
me
,
you
haue
let
me
loose
the
Iewell
of
my
life
,
goe
bring
her
mee
,
and
set
her
here
before
mee
,
tis
the
king
will
haue
it
so
,
whose
breath
can
still
the
winds
,
vnclowd
the
Sun
,
charme
downe
the
swelling
sea
,
and
stoppe
the
Flouds
of
heauen
:
speake
,
can
it
not
?
LEON
.
No
.
K.
No
,
cannot
the
breath
of
a
king
do
this
?
CLE.
No
more
smell
sweete
it selfe
,
if
once
the
lungs
bee
but
corrupted
.
K.
Take
you
heed
?
LEON
.
Take
you
heed
,
how
you
dare
the
powers
That
must
be
iust
.
K.
Alas
!
What
are
we
kings
,
why
do
you
gods
Place
vs
aboue
the
rest
,
to
be
serued
,
flattred
,
and
adord
,
Still
we
beleeue
we
hold
within
our
hands
your
Thunder
,
And
when
we
come
to
trie
the
power
we
thinke
we
haue
,
There's
not
a
leafe
shakes
at
our
threatnings
,
I
haue
sin'd
,
tis
true
,
and
here
I
stand
to
be
punisht
,
Yet
would
not
these
be
punisht
,
let
me
chuse
my
way
,
And
lay
it
on
.
LEON
.
He
articles
with
the
gods
,
would
some body
would
draw
bonds
,
for
the
performance
of
couenant
betwixt
them
.
Enter
PHARAMONT
,
GALLATEA
,
MEGRA
.
KING
.
What
,
is
she
found
?
PHA.
No
,
we
haue
tane
her
horse
,
hee
gallopt
empty
by
,
there's
some
treason
:
you
Gallatea
rode
into
the
Wood
with
her
,
Why
left
you
her
?
GAL.
She
did
command
me
.
PHA.
Command
,
you
should
not
.
GAL.
'Twould
ill
become
my
fortunes
,
and
my
birth
,
To
disobay
the
daughter
of
my
king
.
K.
O
y'are
all
cunning
to
obay
vs
,
for
our
hurts
,
But
I
will
haue
her
.
PHA.
If
I
haue
her
not
,
by
this
sword
,
there
shall
bee
no
more
Cycele
.
LEON
.
What
,
will
he
carry
it
to
Spaine
in's
pockets
?
PHA.
I
will
not
leaue
one
man
aliue
,
But
the
king
,
a
Cooke
,
and
a
Taylor
.
LEON
.
Yes
,
you
may
do
well
to
leaue
your
Lady
bedfellow
here
for
a
spincer
.
K.
I
see
the
iniuries
I
haue
done
,
must
be
reueng'd
.
LEON
.
Sir
,
this
is
not
the
way
to
finde
her
out
.
K.
Run
all
,
disperse
your selues
,
the
man
that
findes
her
,
or
if
shee
be
kild
,
the
traytor
,
I'le
make
him
great
.
LEON
.
I
,
some
would
giue
fiue
thousand
pounds
to
finde
her
.
K.
Come
,
let
vs
seeke
.
PHA.
Each
man
a
seuerall
way
,
here
I
my selfe
.
LEON
.
Come
Gentlemen
,
we
heere
.
CLE.
Lady
,
you
must
go
search
too
.
GAL.
I
had
rather
be
the
search
my selfe
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
Enter
the
Princesse
solus
.
PRIN.
Where
am
I
now
,
feete
finde
out
the
way
,
without
the
counsell
of
my
troubled
head
,
I'le
follow
you
boldly
about
these
woods
,
or
mountaines
,
through
brambles
,
pits
and
fluds
;
Heauen
I
hope
will
ease
me
,
I
am
sicke
.
She
sits
downe
,
Enter
BO
.
BOY
.
Yonder
my
Lady
is
,
gods
knowes
,
I
want
nothing
,
because
I
do
not
wish
to
liue
,
yet
I
will
trie
her
charity
.
O
heare
you
,
that
haue
plenty
from
that
flowing
store
,
drop
some
on
dry
grounds
,
see
the
liuely
red
is
gone
to
guard
her
heart
:
I
feare
she
faints
,
Madame
,
looke
vp
:
shee
breathes
not
;
open
once
those
rosie
twines
,
and
send
vnto
my
Lord
your
latest
farewell
:
O
shee
stirs
;
How
i'st
Madame
?
speake
comfort
.
PRIN.
Tis
not
gentlie
done
to
put
mee
in
a
miserable
life
,
and
hold
me
there
,
I
prethee
let
me
goe
,
I
shall
do
best
without
thee
.
Enter
PHYLASTER
.
PHI.
I
am
too
blame
to
be
so
much
in
rage
,
I'le
tell
her
coolely
,
when
and
where
I
heard
This
killing
truth
,
I
will
be
temperate
in
speaking
,
And
as
iust
in
hearing
;
O
monstrous
,
tempt
me
not
You
gods
,
good
gods
,
tempt
not
a
fraile
man
,
who's
hee
that
has
a
heart
,
but
he
must
ease
it
with
his
tongue
.
BOY
.
My
Lord
,
helpe
,
helpe
the
Princesse
.
PRIN.
I
am
well
,
forbeare
.
PHI.
Let
me
loue
lightnings
,
let
me
be
imbrast
and
kist
By
Scorpyons
,
or
adore
the
eyes
of
Basaliskes
,
Rather
then
trust
the
tongues
of
hell-bread
women
:
Some
good
god
looke
downe
,
and
shrinke
these
veines
vp
,
Sticke
me
here
a
stone
,
lasting
to
memory
of
this
damn'd
act
.
Heare
me
you
wicked
ones
,
you
haue
put
hils
of
fire
Into
my
breast
,
not
to
be
quencht
with
teares
,
For
which
may
guilt
sit
on
your
bosomes
,
at
your
meales
and
beds
,
Dispaire
awaite
you
,
what
,
before
my
face
,
Poyson
of
Aspes
betweene
your
lips
,
diseases
bee
your
best
issues
,
Nature
make
a
curse
and
throw
it
on
you
.
PRIN.
Deare
Phylaster
,
leaue
to
inrage
,
and
heare
me
.
PHI.
I
haue
done
,
Forgiue
my
passion
,
not
the
calmed
sea
,
when
Eolus
Locks
vp
his
windy
broode
,
is
lesse
disturb'd
then
I
,
I'le
make
you
know
,
deere
Arethusa
,
take
this
sword
,
And
search
how
temperate
a
heart
I
haue
,
then
you
,
And
this
your
boy
,
may
liue
and
raigne
in
Iust
,
without
controule
.
Wilt
thou
Bellario
,
I
prethee
kill
me
,
Thou
art
poore
,
and
maist
nourish
ambitious
thoughts
When
I
am
dead
,
thy
way
were
freer
,
am
I
raging
now
?
If
I
were
mad
,
I
should
desire
to
liue
:
Sirs
,
feele
my
pulse
,
Whether
you
haue
knowne
a
man
in
more
Equall
tune
to
die
.
PRIN.
Alas
my
Lord
,
your
pulse
keepes
madmens
time
,
So
dos
your
tongue
.
PHI.
You
will
not
kill
me
then
?
BOY
.
Kill
you
,
PRIN.
Not
for
the
world
.
PHI.
I
blame
not
thee
Bellario
,
thou
hast
done
but
that
Which
gods
would
haue
transformd
themselues
to
do
,
Be
gone
,
leaue
me
without
reply
,
this
is
the
last
Exit
BO
.
Of
all
our
meetings
,
kill
me
with
this
sword
,
be
wise
,
Or
worse
wil
follow
,
we
are
two
,
earth
cannot
beare
at
once
,
resolue
to
do
or
suffer
.
PRIN.
If
my
fortunes
be
so
good
to
let
me
sall
vpon
thy
hand
,
I
shall
haue
peace
with
earth
,
Yet
tell
me
this
,
there
will
be
no
slanders
,
no
iealousie
,
in
the
other
world
no
il
here
?
PHI.
No
.
PRIN.
Shew
me
the
way
to
ioy
.
PHI.
Then
guide
my
feeble
hand
,
you
that
haue
power
To
do
it
,
for
I
must
performe
a
piece
of
Iustice
:
If
your
youth
haue
any
way
offended
heauen
,
Let
prayers
short
and
effectuall
,
reconcile
you
to't
.
PRIN.
I
am
prepard
,
Enter
a
Countrey
Gallant
.
COVN.
I
will
see
the
king
if
he
be
in
the
Forrest
,
I
haue
hunted
him
this
two
houres
,
if
I
should
come
home
,
And
not
see
him
,
my
sisters
would
laugh
at
me
,
I
can
see
nothing
but
people
,
better
horst
then
my selfe
,
That
out
ride
me
,
I
can
heare
nothing
but
shouting
,
These
kings
had
neede
of
strong
braines
,
The
whooping
would
put
a
man
out
of
his
wits
:
Theres
a
Courtier
with
his
sword
drawne
,
by
this
hand
vpon
a
woman
,
I
thinke
.
PHI.
Are
you
at
peace
?
PHY.
wounds
her
.
PRIN.
With
heauen
and
earth
.
PHI.
Nay
,
they
diuide
thy
soule
and
body
.
COVN.
Hold
dastard
,
strike
a
woman
,
th'art
a
crauen
,
I
warrant
thee
,
thoud'st
be
loth
to
play
halfe
a
dozen
veneis
at
wasters
with
a
man
for
a
broken
head
.
PHI.
Leaue
vs
good
friend
.
PRIN.
What
ill
bred
man
art
thou
,
to
intrude
thy selfe
vpon
our
priuate
sports
,
our
recreations
.
COVN.
God
iudge
me
,
I
vnderstand
you
not
,
But
I
know
the
rogue
has
hurt
ye
.
PHI.
Pursue
thy
owne
affaires
,
it
will
be
ill
to
multiply
blood
vpon
my
head
,
which
thou
wilt
force
me
to
.
COVN.
I
know
not
your
Rethrack
,
but
I
can
lay
it
on
if
you
touch
the
woman
.
PHI.
Slaue
,
take
what
thou
deseruest
,
They
fight
.
PRIN.
Gods
guard
my
Lord
.
COVN.
O
,
do
you
breath
?
PHY.
I
heare
the
tread
of
people
,
I
am
hurt
,
the
gods
take
part
against
me
,
would
this
bore
haue
held
me
thus
else
:
I
must
shift
for
life
,
though
I
doe
lose
it
,
I
would
finde
a
course
,
To
lose
it
rather
by
my
will
,
then
force
.
COVN.
I
cannot
follow
the
rogue
,
Exit
PHY
.
I
prethee
wench
come
kisse
me
now
.
Enter
PHARAMONT
,
LEON
,
CLE.
TRA.
and
Wood-men
.
PHA.
What
art
thou
.
COVN.
Almost
kild
I
am
,
for
a
foolish
woman
,
A
knaue
has
hurt
her
.
LEON
.
The
Princesse
Gentlemen
.
Wheres
the
wound
Madame
,
Is
it
dangerous
.
PRIN.
He
has
not
hurt
me
.
COVN.
By
god
she
lies
,
has
hurt
her
i'the
breast
,
looke
else
.
PHA.
Oh
secret
spring
of
innocent
blood
.
LEON
.
Tis
aboue
wonder
,
who
should
dare
this
.
PRIN.
I
felt
it
not
.
PHA.
Speake
villaine
,
who
has
hurt
the
Princesse
?
COVN.
Is
it
the
Princesse
?
OMNES
.
I
.
COVN.
Then
I
haue
seene
something
yet
.
PHA.
But
who
has
done
it
?
COVN.
I
told
you
a
rogue
,
I
ne're
saw
him
before
,
I
.
LEON
.
Madame
,
who
did
it
?
PRIN.
Some
dishonest
wretch
,
alas
I
know
him
not
,
And
do
forgiue
him
.
COVN.
He's
hurt
too
,
he
cannot
go
farre
,
I
let
my
fathers
old
fox
flie
about's
eares
.
PHA.
How
,
will
you
haue
me
kill
him
?
PRIN.
Not
at
all
,
tis
some
distracted
fellow
.
PHA.
By
this
ayre
,
i'le
leaue
neuer
a
piece
bigger
then
a
nut
,
and
bring
him
all
in
my
hat
.
PRIN.
Nay
,
good
sir
,
if
you
do
take
him
,
bring
him
quick
to
mee
,
and
I
will
study
for
a
punishment
great
as
his
sinne
.
PHA.
I
will
.
PRIN.
But
sweare
.
PHA.
By
all
my
Loue
,
I
will
:
Wood-man
,
conduct
the
Princesse
vnto
the
king
,
and
beare
that
wounded
fellow
to
dressing
:
Come
Gentlemen
,
wee'le
follow
the
chase
close
.
Exit
COVN.
I
pray
you
friend
,
let
me
see
the
king
.
CLE.
That
you
shall
,
and
receiue
thankes
.
COVN.
If
I
get
cleere
of
this
,
I'le
see
no
more
gay
fights
,
Enter
the
BO
.
Exeunt
.
BOY
.
Oh
heauens
!
heauy
death
sits
on
my
brow
,
And
I
must
sleepe
,
beare
me
thou
gentle
banck
,
For
euer
if
thou
wilt
,
you
sweete
on
all
,
Let
me
vnworthy
presse
you
,
I
could
wish
,
I
rather
were
a
Corse
strew'd
o're
with
you
,
Then
quick
aboue
you
,
dulnesse
shuts
my
eyes
,
and
I
am
giddy
,
That
I
could
take
so
sound
a sleepe
,
That
I
might
neuer
wake
.
Enter
PHILASTER
.
PHI.
I
haue
done
ill
,
my
conscience
cals
me
false
,
To
strike
at
her
that
would
not
strike
at
me
,
When
I
did
fight
,
me thought
I
heard
her
pray
,
The
gods
to
guard
me
,
she
may
be
abus'd
,
And
I
a
loathed
villaine
if
she
be
,
she
will
conceale
Who
hurt
her
,
he
has
wounds
,
and
cannot
follow
,
Neither
knowes
he
me
.
Who's
this
?
Bellario
sleeping
,
If
thou
be'st
guilty
,
there
is
no
iustice
that
thy
sleepe
Should
be
so
sound
,
and
mine
whom
thou
hast
wrong'd
,
So
broken
.
Cry
within
.
Harke
I
am
pursu'd
,
you
gods
I'le
take
This
offerd
meanes
of
my
escape
.
They
haue
no
marke
to
know
me
,
but
my
blood
,
If
she
be
true
,
if
false
,
let
mischiefe
Light
on
all
the
world
at
once
.
Sword
print
my
wounds
vpon
his
sleeping
body
,
He
has
none
I
thinke
are
mortall
,
He
wounds
him
.
Nor
would
I
lay
greater
on
thee
.
BOY
.
O!
death
I
hope
is
come
,
blest
be
that
hand
,
it
wisht
me
well
againe
for
pittie
.
PHI.
I
haue
caught
my selfe
,
The
losse
of
blood
hath
stayed
my
flight
here
,
Phy.
falls
downe
.
Here
is
he
that
strooke
thee
,
take
thy
full
reuenge
,
Vse
me
as
I
did
meane
thee
,
worse
then
death
:
I'le
teach
thee
to
reuenge
.
This
lucklesse
hand
Wounded
the
Princesse
,
tell
my
followers
,
thou
Didst
receiue
these
hurts
in
staying
me
,
And
I
will
second
thee
:
get
a
reward
.
BOY
.
Hide
,
hide
my
Lord
,
and
saue
your selfe
.
PHI.
How
is
this
?
wouldst
thou
I
should
be
safe
?
BOY
.
Else
it
were
vaine
for
me
to
liue
.
These
wounds
I
haue
,
has
not
bled
much
,
Reach
me
that
noble
hand
,
I'le
helpe
to
couer
you
.
PHI.
Art
thou
then
true
to
me
?
BOY
.
Or
let
me
perish
loath'd
:
Come
my
Lord
,
Creepe
in
amongst
these
bushes
,
who
dos
know
But
that
the
gods
may
saue
your
breeth
in't
,
Shromd
,
PHI.
Then
I
shall
die
for
griefe
,
if
not
for
this
,
That
I
haue
wounded
thee
:
What
wilt
thou
do
?
BOY
.
Shift
for
my selfe
:
Well
,
peace
,
I
heare
vm
come
.
WITHIN
.
Follow
,
follow
,
that
way
they
went
.
BOY
.
With
my
owne
wounds
I'le
bloudy
my
owne
sword
,
I
neede
not
counterfeit
to
fall
,
heauen
knowes
,
I
can
stand
no
longer
.
Boy
falls
downe
.
Ent.
PHARAMONT
,
LEON
,
CLERAMONT
&
TRASALINE
.
PHA.
To
this
place
I
tract
him
by
his
blood
.
LEON
.
Yonder
my
Lord
,
creepes
one
away
.
CLE.
Stay
sir
,
what
are
you
?
BOY
.
A
wretched
creature
,
wounded
in
these
woods
by
beasts
,
Releeue
me
,
if
your
names
be
men
,
Or
I
shall
perish
.
TRA.
This
is
he
my
Lord
,
vpon
my
soule
that
hurt
her
,
It
is
the
boy
,
that
wicked
boy
,
that
seru'd
her
.
PHA.
O
thou
damn'd
in
thy
creation
,
what
cause
couldst
thou
shape
to
strike
the
Princesse
?
BOY
.
Then
I
am
betrayd
,
LEON
.
Betrayd
,
no
,
apprehended
.
BOY
.
I
confesse
,
vrge
it
no
more
,
that
big
with
euill
thoughts
,
I
set
vpon
her
,
and
did
make
my
ayme
her
death
:
For
charity
let
fall
at
once
,
the
punishment
you
meane
.
And
do
not
load
this
weary
flesh
with
tortour
,
PHA.
I
will
know
who
hir'd
thee
to
this
deed
.
BOY
.
My
owne
reuenge
.
CLE.
Reuenge
,
for
what
?
BOY
.
It
pleas'd
her
to
receiue
me
as
her
Page
,
And
when
my
fortunes
eb'd
,
that
men
strid
o're
them
carelesse
.
She
did
showre
her
welcome
graces
on
me
,
And
did
swell
my
fortunes
:
till
they
ouer-flowde
Their
bankes
,
threatning
the
men
that
crost
them
,
When as
swift
as
stormes
arise
at
sea
,
she
turnde
Her
eyes
to
burning
Sines
vpon
me
,
and
did
drie
the
streames
She
had
bestow'd
,
leauing
me
worse
,
and
more
contem'd
Then
other
little
brookes
,
Because
I
had
beene
great
,
In
short
,
I
knew
I
could
not
liue
:
And
therefore
did
desire
to
die
reueng'd
.
PHA.
If
tortures
can
be
found
,
long
as
thy
naturall
life
,
Resolue
to
feele
the
vtmost
vigor
.
CLE.
Helpe
to
leade
him
hence
.
PHILASTER
creepes
out
of
a
bush
.
PHI.
Turne
back
you
rauishers
of
innocents
,
Know
you
the
price
of
what
you
beare
away
So
rudely
.
PHA.
Who's
that
?
LEON
.
My
Lord
Phylaster
.
PHI.
Tis
not
the
treasure
of
all
the
Kings
in
one
,
The
wealth
of
Tagus
,
nor
the
rocks
of
pearle
,
That
paue
the
Court
of
Neptune
,
can
weigh
downe
That
vertue
.
It
was
I
that
hurt
the
Princesse
,
Place
me
some
god
,
on
a
Pyramades
,
higher
then
Hils
of
earth
:
and
lend
a
voyce
lowd
as
you
Thunder
to
me
,
that
from
thence
I
may
teach
The
vnder-world
,
the
worth
that
dwels
in
him
.
PHA.
How's
this
?
BOY
.
My
Lord
,
some
man
weary
of
life
that
would
be
glad
to
dy
.
PHI.
Leaue
this
vntimely
courtesie
Bellario
.
BOY
.
Alas
,
he's
mad
,
come
,
will
you
beare
me
hence
?
PHI.
By
all
the
oathes
that
men
ought
most
to
keepe
,
And
gods
to
punish
most
,
when
men
do
breake
.
He
toucht
her
nor
,
take
heede
Bellario
,
How
thou
doost
drowne
the
vertues
thou
hast
showne
,
With
periurie
,
by
all
the
gods
twas
I
,
You
know
she
stood
betwixt
me
and
my
right
.
PHA.
Thy
owne
tongue
be
thy
Iudge
.
LEON
.
It
was
Phylaster
.
TRA.
I'st
not
a
braue
boy
?
Well
,
I
feare
me
sir
,
we
were
deceiued
.
BOY
.
Haue
I
no
friend
here
?
LEON
.
Yes
.
BOY
.
Then
shew
it
some
good
body
,
lend
a
hand
to
draw
vs
neerer
:
Would
you
haue
teares
shed
for
you
,
when
you
die
?
then
lay
me
gentlie
on
his
neck
,
that
there
I
may
weep
flouds
,
and
breath
forth
my
spirit
.
Not
all
the
wealth
of
Pluto
,
nor
the
gold
locked
in
the
heart
of
earth
,
can
buy
away
this
arm-full
from
me
;
this
had
beene
a
ransome
to
haue
redeem'd
the
great
Augustus
Cesar
,
had
hee
beene
taken
;
you
hard-hearted
men
,
more
stony
then
these
Mountaines
,
can
you
see
such
a
cleere
pure
bloud
drop
,
and
not
cut
your
flesh
to
stop
his
life
,
to
binde
whose
bitter
wounds
,
Queenes
ought
to
teare
their
haires
,
and
with
their
teares
bathe
them
:
forgiue
me
thou
that
art
the
wealth
of
poore
Phylaster
,
Enter
the
King
,
Princesse
,
and
a
guard
.
KING
.
Is
the
villaine
tane
?
LEON
.
Sir
,
here
be
two
confesse
the
deed
,
but
sute
it
was
Phylaster
.
KING
.
Question
it
no
more
,
it
was
.
PHA.
The
fellow
that
did
fight
with
him
,
will
tell
vs
that
.
PRIN.
Ay
me
,
I
know
him
well
.
KING
.
Did
not
you
know
him
?
PRIN.
Sir
,
if
it
were
he
,
he
was
disguis'd
.
PHI.
I
was
so
:
Oh
my
starres
,
that
I
should
liue
still
.
KING
.
Thou
ambitious
foole
,
thou
that
hast
layd
a
trayne
for
thy
owne
life
,
now
I
doe
meane
to
doe
,
I'le
leaue
to
talke
,
beare
them
to
prison
.
PRIN.
Sir
,
they
did
plot
together
,
to
take
hence
this
harmelesse
life
,
should
it
passe
vnreuengd
,
I
should
to
earth
,
weeping
.
Grant
mee
then
,
by
all
the
loues
a
father
beares
his
child
,
their
custodies
,
that
I
may
appoint
their
tortures
,
and
their
deathes
.
LEON
.
Death
,
soft
your
law
will
not
reach
that
for
this
fault
.
KING
.
Tis
granted
,
take
vm
to
you
with
a
guard
.
Come
Princely
Pharamont
,
this
businesse
past
,
We
shall
with
more
security
go
on
With
our
intended
match
.
Exit
King
and
PHARAMONT
.
LEON
.
I
pray
that
this
action
loose
not
Phylastor
the
hearts
of
the
people
.
CLE.
Feare
it
not
,
their
ouer-wise
heads
Will
thinke
it
but
a
trick
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
5.
Scoen.
1.
Enter
LEON
.
CLE.
and
TRA.
LEON
.
Has
the
king
sent
for
him
to
death
?
CLE.
Yes
,
but
the
king
must
know
,
'tis
not
in
his
powor
to
warre
with
heauen
.
TRA.
We
linger
time
,
the
king
sent
for
Phylastor
,
and
the
headsman
,
an
houre
agoe
.
LEON
.
Are
all
his
wounds
well
?
TRA.
All
,
they
were
but
scratches
,
but
the
losse
of
blood
made
him
faint
.
CLE.
We
dally
Gentlemen
.
LEON
.
Away
.
Exit
.
TRA.
Wee'le
shufle
hard
before
he
perish
.
Enter
PHYLASTER
,
Princesse
,
BOY
,
in
prison
.
PRIN.
Nay
,
faith
Phylaster
,
grieue
not
,
we
are
well
.
BOY
.
Nay
,
good
my
Lord
forbeare
,
we
are
wondrous
well
.
PHI.
Oh
Arethusa
and
Bellario
,
Leaue
to
be
kinde
,
I
shall
be
shut
from
heauen
,
If
you
continue
so
,
I
am
a
man
false
to
a
paire
Of
the
truest
ones
that
euer
earth
bore
.
Can
it
beare
vs
all
?
forgiue
me
,
and
leaue
me
;
But
the
King
hath
sent
to
call
me
to
my
death
,
Oh
shew
it
me
,
and
then
forget
me
:
and
for
thee
my
boy
,
I
shall
deliuer
words
,
will
mollifie
the
hearts
of
beasts
,
To
spare
thy
innocence
.
BOY
.
Alas
,
my
Lord
:
My
life
is
not
a
thing
worthy
Your
noble
thoughts
,
tis
not
a
life
,
tis
but
a
peece
Of
child-hood
throwne
away
:
should
I
out
liue
you
,
I
should
out
liue
vertue
and
honour
:
And
when
that
day
come
,
if
euer
I
shall
close
These
eyes
but
once
;
may
I
liue
spotted
for
my
periurie
,
And
waste
by
time
to
nothing
.
PRIN.
And
I
the
wofulst
maide
that
euer
liu'd
,
Forc't
with
my
hands
to
bring
my
Lord
to
death
,
Do
by
the
honour
of
a
Virgin
sweare
.
To
tell
no
houre
behind
it
.
PHI.
Make
me
not
hated
so
.
PRIN.
Come
from
this
prison
,
all
ioyfull
to
our
deaths
.
PHI.
People
will
teare
me
,
when
they
finde
you
true
,
To
such
a
wretch
as
I
,
I
shall
die
loath'd
.
Inioy
your
Kingdome
peaceably
,
whilst
I
for
euer
sleepe
,
Forgotten
with
my
faults
.
Euery
iust
maiden
,
euery
maide
in
loue
,
Will
haue
a
peece
of
me
,
if
you
be
true
.
PRIN.
My
deerest
,
say
not
so
.
BOY
.
A
peece
of
you
,
he
was
not
borne
of
woman
,
that
can
cut
it
,
and
looke
on
.
PHI.
Take
me
in
teares
betwixt
you
,
For
my
heart
will
breake
with
shame
and
sorrow
.
PRIN.
Why
?
tis
well
.
BOY
.
Lament
no
more
.
PHI.
Why
?
what
would
you
haue
done
?
If
you
had
wrong'd
me
basely
,
and
had
found
My
life
no
whit
compar'd
to
yours
for
loue
,
Sirs
,
deale
with
me
truely
.
BOY
.
'Twas
mistaken
Sir
.
PRIN.
Why
,
if
it
were
?
BOY
.
Then
sir
we
would
haue
askt
you
pardon
.
PHI.
And
haue
hope
to
inioy
it
.
PRIN.
Inioy
it
,
I
.
PHI.
Would
you
indeed
?
be
plaine
.
PRIN.
We
would
my
Lord
.
PHI.
Forgiue
me
then
.
PRIN.
So
,
so
.
BOY
.
Tis
as
it
should
be
now
.
PHI.
Leade
to
my
death
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
King
,
LEON
;
CLE.
TRA.
and
a
guard
.
KING
.
Gentlemen
,
who
saw
the
Prince
?
LEON
.
So
please
you
Sir
,
he's
gone
to
see
the
Citie
,
And
the
new
Plot-forme
,
with
some
Gentlemen
Attending
on
him
.
KING
.
Is
the
Princesse
ready
to
bring
her
prisoner
out
?
CLE.
She
waites
your
grace
.
KING
.
Tell
her
we
stay
.
Exit
TRA.
LEON
.
King
,
you
may
be
deceiu'd
yet
,
the
head
you
ayme
at
,
Cost
more
setting
on
,
then
to
lose
it
so
lightly
:
aside
.
If
it
must
off
like
a
wild
ouer-flow
,
that
soopes
before
him
,
A
golden
stocke
,
and
with
it
shakes
downe
bridges
,
Cracks
the
strong
hearts
of
Pynes
,
whose
cable
rootes
Held
out
a
thousand
stormes
,
a
thousand
thunders
,
And
so
made
weightier
,
takes
whole
villages
vpon
his
back
,
And
in
the
heate
of
pride
charges
strong
Townes
,
Towers
,
Castels
,
Pallaces
,
and
leaues
them
desolate
.
So
shall
thy
head
,
thy
noble
head
,
bury
the
liues
Of
thousands
,
that
must
bleed
with
thee
like
a
sacrifice
,
In
thy
red
ruines
.
Enter
PHI.
Princesse
,
BOY
,
with
a
garland
of
flowers
on's
head
.
KING
.
How
now
,
what
maske
is
this
?
BOY
.
Right
royall
Sir
,
I
shal
sing
you
an
Epethelamon
,
but
hauing
lost
my
best
aires
with
my
fortunes
,
and
wanting
a
celestiall
harpe
to
strike
this
blessed
vnyon
;
thus
in
glad
story
I
giue
you
all
these
two
faire
Caedor
branches
.
The
noblest
of
the
mountaines
where
they
grew
,
straightest
and
tallest
,
vnder
whose
still
shades
,
the
worthier
beasts
haue
made
their
layers
,
and
slept
free
from
the
firuer
of
the
Serian
starre
,
and
the
fell
thunder-stroke
,
free
from
the
Clouds
,
when
they
were
big
with
humour
,
and
deliuer
in
thousand
spouts
,
that
issues
to
the
earth
:
O
there
was
none
but
silent
quiet
there
,
till
neuer-pleased
fortune
shot
vp
shrubs
base
vnder
branches
,
to
deuour
these
branches
,
and
for
a
while
they
did
so
,
and
did
raigne
ouer
the
Mountaine
,
and
did
choake
vp
his
beauty
with
brakes
,
rud
,
thornes
and
thistles
,
till
the
Sunne
scorcht
them
to
the
roote
,
and
dride
vm
there
,
and
now
a
gentle
gaile
has
blowne
againe
,
that
made
these
branches
meete
and
twine
together
,
neuer
to
be
vnarmde
:
The
god
that
sings
his
Number
ore
marriage
beds
,
has
knit
their
noble
hearts
,
and
heere
they
stand
,
your
children
,
worthy
king
,
and
I
haue
done
.
KING
.
How
,
how
?
PRIN.
Sir
,
if
you
loue
it
in
plaine
truth
,
for
now
there
is
no
masking
in't
,
this
gentleman
the
prisoner
that
you
gaue
mee
,
is
become
my
keeper
.
And
through
all
the
bitter
threats
,
your
Iealousies
,
and
his
il
fate
,
haue
wrought
him
,
thus
nobly
hath
hee
strugled
,
and
at
length
arriued
here
:
My
deere
husband
.
KING
.
Your
deere
husband
.
Call
in
the
Captaine
of
the
Citadell
,
where
you
shall
keepe
your
wedding
,
I'le
prouide
a
maske
shall
make
your
Hymen
turne
his
saffron
into
a
sullen
coate
,
and
sing
sad
requiems
to
your
departing
soules
,
blood
shal
put
out
your
torches
,
and
insteed
of
gawdy
flowers
about
your
wanton
necks
,
an
Axe
shall
hang
,
like
a
prodigious
Metour
,
ready
to
crop
your
loues
sweetes
.
Heare
you
gods
:
From
this
time
do
I
shake
all
title
off
of
father
to
this
woman
,
this
base
woman
,
and
what
there
is
of
venge
in
a
Lyon
chast
amongst
dogs
,
or
rob'd
of
his
deere
young
,
the
same
inforc't
more
terrible
,
more
mighty
,
looke
from
me
.
PRIN.
Sir
,
by
that
little
life
that
I
haue
left
to
sweare
by
,
There's
nothing
can
stirre
me
from
my selfe
.
What
I
haue
done
,
I
haue
done
,
without
repentance
,
For
death
to
me
can
be
no
bugbare
,
as
long
as
Pharamont
,
Is
not
my
heads-man
.
LEON
.
Sweete
peace
vpon
thy
soule
thou
worthy
maid
,
When
ere
thou
diest
,
for
this
time
I'le
excuse
thee
ore
by
thy
prologue
.
PHI.
Sir
,
let
me
speake
next
,
And
let
my
dying
words
be
better
with
you
Then
my
dull
liuing
actions
:
If
you
aime
at
the
life
Of
this
sweete
innocent
,
you
are
a
tyrant
and
a
sauage
monster
,
That
feedes
vpon
the
blood
you
gaue
a
life
to
,
Your
memory
shall
be
as
foule
behind
you
as
you
are
liuing
:
All
your
better
deedes
shall
be
in
water
writ
;
But
this
in
marble
.
No
Chronicle
shall
speake
you
,
Though
your
owne
,
but
for
a
shame
of
men
:
No
Monument
,
though
high
and
big
as
Pelion
,
Shalbe
able
to
couer
this
base
murder
,
make
it
rich
with
brasse
,
Gold
and
shining
Iasper
,
like
the
Pyramides
;
Lay
on
Epitaphes
,
such
as
make
great
men
gods
,
My
little
Marble
,
that
onely
clothes
my
ashes
,
not
my
faults
,
Shall
farre
out
shine
it
:
and
for
after
issues
,
Thinke
not
so
madly
of
the
heauenly
wisedomes
,
That
they
will
giue
you
more
,
for
your
mad
rage
to
cut
off
:
Vnlesse
it
be
some
snake
,
or
something
like
your selfe
,
That
in
his
birth
shall
strengle
you
:
Remember
my
father
king
,
There
was
a
fault
,
but
I
forgiue
it
,
let
that
sinne
Perswade
you
to
loue
this
Lady
,
if
you
haue
a
soule
.
Thinke
,
saue
her
and
be
saued
,
for
my selfe
,
I
haue
so
long
Expected
this
glad
houre
,
so
languisht
vnder
you
,
And
dayly
withered
,
that
by
the
gods
,
it
is
a
ioy
to
die
,
I
finde
a
recreation
in't
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
MES.
Where's
the
King
?
KING
.
Heere
.
MES.
Get
to
your
strength
,
And
rescue
the
Prince
Pharamont
from
danger
,
He's
taken
prisoner
by
the
Citizens
,
For
the
Lord
Phylaster
.
LEON
.
O
braue
fellowes
;
Muteny
my
fine
deere
countrimen
,
Muteny
.
Now
my
braue
valiant
formen
,
show
your
weapons
In
honour
of
your
Mistresses
.
2
MES.
Arme
,
arme
,
arme
.
KING
.
A
thousand
diuels
take
these
Citizens
.
LEON
.
A
thousand
blessings
on
them
.
MES.
Arme
,
O
king
,
the
Citie
is
in
Muteny
.
Led
by
an
old
gray
Ruffin
,
who
comes
on
In
rescue
of
the
Lord
Phylaster
.
KING
.
Away
to
the
Citadell
,
I'le
see
them
safe
,
And
then
cope
with
these
burgers
,
let
the
guard
And
all
the
Gentlemen
giue
strong
attendance
.
Exit
King
,
Manet
LEON
,
CLE.
and
TRA.
CLE.
The
Citie
vp
,
this
was
aboue
our
wishes
.
LEON
.
I
,
and
the
marriage
too
,
by
al
the
gods
,
this
noble
Lady
has
deceiued
vs
all
,
a
plague
vpon
my selfe
,
a
thousand
plagues
,
for
hauing
such
vnworthy
thoughts
of
her
deare
Honor
:
O
,
I
could
beat
my selfe
,
or
doe
you
beat
mee
,
and
I'le
beat
you
,
for
wee
had
all
one
thought
.
CLE.
No
,
no
,
'twill
but
lose
time
.
LEON
.
You
say
true
,
are
your
swords
sharpe
:
Well
my
deere
Countrimen
what
you
lackes
,
if
you
continue
,
and
fall
not
Backe
,
vpon
the
first
broken
skin
,
I'le
see
you
Chronicled
,
And
Chronicled
,
and
cut
and
Chronicled
,
and
all
to
be
prais'd
,
And
sung
in
sonets
,
and
bath'd
in
braue
new
ballads
,
That
all
tongues
shall
troule
you
in
Secula
seculorum
,
My
kinde
Countrimen
.
TRA.
What
if
a
toy
take
vm
i'ch
hee
les
now
,
and
they
run
all
away
,
and
cry
,
the
diuell
take
the
hindmost
.
LEON
.
Then
the
same
diuell
take
the
formost
too
,
and
sawce
him
for
his
breakefast
,
if
they
all
prooue
cowards
,
my
curses
flush
amongst
vm
,
and
ill
speeding
:
may
they
haue
iniurious
raine
to
keepe
the
Gentlemen
at
home
in
rasine
freeze
,
may
the
moth
branch
their
veluets
,
and
their
silkes
onely
bee
worne
before
sore
eies
,
may
their
false
lights
vndoe
vm
,
and
discouer
preases
,
holes
,
staines
,
and
oldnesse
in
their
stuffes
,
and
make
them
shop-rid
,
may
they
keepe
whoores
,
and
horses
,
and
breake
,
and
liue
mued
vp
with
necks
of
beefe
and
turnups
;
May
they
haue
many
children
,
and
none
like
the
father
,
and
know
no
language
but
that
gibberish
they
pratle
to
their
parsels
,
vnlesse
it
be
the
gotish
latine
they
write
in
their
bonds
,
and
may
they
write
that
false
,
and
lose
their
debts
.
Enter
the
King
.
KING
.
Now
the
vengeance
of
all
the
gods
confound
them
,
How
they
swarme
together
,
what
a
hum
they
raise
.
Diuels
choake
your
wide
throates
,
if
a
man
had
neede
To
vse
your
valours
,
we
must
pay
a
brokadge
for't
,
And
then
bring
on
,
and
you
will
fight
like
sheepe
:
Tis
Phylaster
,
none
but
Phylaster
must
allay
this
heate
,
They
will
not
heare
me
speake
,
but
fling
durt
at
me
,
And
call
me
tyrant
.
O
run
deere
friend
,
and
bring
the
Lord
Phylaster
,
speake
him
well
,
call
him
Prince
,
Do
him
all
the
courtesies
you
can
,
commend
me
to
him
,
Oh!
my
wits
,
my
wits
.
LEON
.
O
my
braue
Citizens
,
as
I
liue
I
will
not
buy
a
pin
Out
of
your
walls
for
this
:
nay
,
you
shall
cosen
me
,
And
I'le
thanke
you
,
and
send
you
brawne
and
bakon
,
Euery
long
vocation
;
and
foule
shall
come
vp
fat
And
in
braue
liking
.
KING
.
What
they
wil
do
with
that
poore
Prince
,
the
gods
know
,
I
feare
.
LEON
.
Why
,
they'le
flea
him
,
and
make
Church
buckets
on's
skin
,
to
quench
rebellion
,
then
clap
a
reuit
in's
sconce
,
and
hang
him
vp
for
a
signe
.
Enter
PHYLASTER
.
KING
.
O
worthy
Sir
,
forgiue
me
:
Do
not
make
your
miseries
And
my
faults
meete
together
,
to
bring
a
greater
danger
,
Be
your selfe
still
sound
amongst
diseases
,
I
haue
wrong'd
you
,
And
though
I
finde
it
last
,
and
beaten
to't
,
Let
me
your
goodnesse
know
,
calme
the
people
,
and
be
What
you
were
born
to
,
take
your
loue
,
&
with
her
my
repentance
,
All
my
wishes
,
and
all
my
prayers
,
by
the
gods
,
My
heart
speakes
all
this
,
and
if
the
least
fall
from
me
,
Not
perform'd
,
may
I
be
strooke
with
thunder
.
PHI.
Mighty
Sir
,
I
will
not
doe
your
greatnesse
so
much
wrong
,
As
not
to
make
your
word
truth
,
free
the
Princesse
and
the
boy
,
And
let
me
stand
the
shock
of
this
mad
sea-breach
,
Which
I'le
either
turne
,
or
perish
with
it
.
KING
.
Let
your
owne
word
free
her
.
PHI.
Then
thus
I
take
my
leaue
,
kissing
your
hand
,
And
hanging
on
your
noble
word
,
be
Kingly
,
And
be
not
moou'd
Sir
,
I
shall
bring
you
peace
,
Or
neuer
bring
my selfe
back
.
KING
.
Now
all
the
gods
go
with
thee
.
Enter
an
olde
Captaine
,
with
a
crew
of
Citizens
,
leading
PHARAMONT
prisoner
.
CAP.
Come
my
braue
Mermedons
,
fal
on
,
let
your
caps
swarm
,
&
your
nimble
tongues
forget
your
gibrish
,
of
what
you
lack
,
and
set
your
mouthes
ope'
children
,
till
your
pallats
fall
frighted
halfe
a
fathom
past
the
cure
of
bay-salt
&
grosse
pepper
;
and
then
crie
Phylaster
,
braue
Phylaster
.
Let
Phylaster
be
deep
in
request
,
my
ding-adings
,
my
paire
of
deare
Indentures
:
King
of
clubs
,
thē
your
cut-water-chamlets
,
and
your
painting
:
let
not
your
hasty
silkes
,
deerly
belouers
of
Custards
&
Cheescakes
,
or
your
branch
cloth
of
bodkins
,
or
your
tyffenies
,
your
robbin-hood
scarlet
and
Iohns
,
tie
your
affections
in
durance
to
your
shops
,
my
dainty
duckers
,
vp
with
your
three
pil'd
spirits
,
that
right
valourous
,
and
let
your
accute
colours
make
the
King
to
feele
the
measure
of
your
mightinesse
;
Phylaster
,
cry
,
myrose
nobles
,
cry
.
OMNES
.
Phylaster
,
Phylaster
.
CAP.
How
doe
you
like
this
,
my
Lord
prisoner
?
These
are
mad
boyes
I
can
tell
you
,
These
bee
things
that
will
not
strike
top-sayle
to
a
Foyst
,
And
let
a
Man
of
warre
,
an
Argosea
,
Stoope
to
carry
coales
.
PHAR.
Why
,
you
damn'd
slaues
,
doe
you
know
who
I
am
?
CAP.
Yes
,
my
pretie
Prince
of
puppits
,
we
do
know
,
and
giue
you
gentle
warning
,
you
talke
no
more
such
bugs
words
,
lest
that
sodden
Crowne
should
be
scracht
with
a
musket
;
deare
Prince
pippin
,
I'le
haue
you
codled
,
let
him
loose
my
spirits
,
and
make
a
ring
with
your
bils
my
hearts
:
Now
let
mee
see
what
this
braue
man
dares
doe
:
note
sir
,
haue
at
you
with
this
washing
blow
,
here
I
lie
,
doe
you
huffe
sweete
Prince
?
I
could
hock
your
grace
,
and
hang
you
crosse
leg'd
,
like
a
Hare
at
a
Poulters
stall
;
and
do
thus
.
PHAR.
Gentlemen
,
honest
Gentlemen
—
1
SOVL.
A
speakes
treason
Captaine
,
shal's
knock
him
downe
?
CAP.
Hold
,
I
say
.
2
SOVL.
Good
Captaine
let
me
haue
one
mal
at's
mazard
,
I
feele
my
stomacke
strangely
prouoked
to
bee
at
his
Spanish
pot-nowle
,
shal's
kill
him
?
OMNES
.
I
,
kill
him
,
kill
him
.
CAP.
Againe
I
say
hold
.
3
SOVL.
O
how
ranke
he
lookes
,
sweete
Captaine
let's
geld
him
,
and
send
his
dowsets
for
a
dish
to
the
Burdello
.
4
SOVL.
No
,
let's
rather
sell
them
to
some
woman
Chymist
,
that
extractions
,
shee
might
draw
an
excellent
prouocatiue
oyle
from
vseth
them
,
that
might
be
very
vsefull
.
CAP.
You
see
,
my
scuruy
Don
,
how
precious
you
are
in
esteem
amongst
vs
,
had
you
not
beene
better
kept
at
home
,
I
thinke
you
had
:
must
you
needes
come
amongst
vs
,
to
haue
your
saffron
hide
taw'd
as
wee
intend
it
:
My
Don
,
Phylaster
must
suffer
death
to
satisfie
your
melancholly
spleene
,
he
must
my
Don
,
he
must
;
but
we
your
Physitians
,
hold
it
fit
that
you
bleede
for
it
:
Come
my
robusticks
,
my
braue
regiment
of
rattle
makers
,
let's
cal
a
common
cornuted
counsell
,
and
like
graue
Senators
,
beare
vp
our
brancht
crests
,
in
sitting
vpon
the
seuerall
tortures
we
shall
put
him
to
,
and
with
as
little
sense
as
may
be
,
put
your
wils
in
execucion
.
SOME
CRIES
.
Burne
him
,
burne
him
.
OTHERS
.
Hang
him
,
hang
him
.
Enter
PHYLASTER
.
CAP.
No
,
rather
let's
carbinade
his
cods-head
,
and
cut
him
to
collops
:
shall
I
begin
?
PHI.
Stay
your
furies
my
louing
Countrimen
.
OMNES
.
Phylaster
is
come
,
Phylaster
,
Phylaster
.
CAP.
My
porcupines
of
spite
,
make
roome
I
say
,
that
I
may
salute
my
braue
Prince
:
and
is
Prince
Phylaster
at
liberty
?
PHI.
I
am
,
most
louing
countrimen
.
CAP.
Then
giue
me
thy
Princely
goll
,
which
thus
I
kisse
,
to
whom
I
crouch
and
bow
;
But
see
my
royall
sparke
,
this
head-strong
swarme
that
follow
me
humming
like
a
master
Bee
,
haue
I
led
forth
their
Hiues
,
and
being
on
wing
,
and
in
our
heady
flight
,
haue
seazed
him
shall
suffer
for
thy
wrongs
.
OMNES
.
I
,
I
,
let's
kill
him
,
kill
him
.
PHI.
But
heare
me
,
Countrimen
.
CAP.
Heare
the
Prince
,
I
say
,
heare
Phylaster
.
OMNES
.
I
,
I
,
heare
the
Prince
,
heare
the
Prince
.
PHI.
My
comming
is
to
giue
you
thankes
,
my
deere
Countrimen
,
whose
powerfull
sway
hath
curb'd
the
prossecuting
fury
of
my
foes
.
OMNES
.
We
will
curb
vm
,
we
will
curb
vm
.
PHI.
I
finde
you
will
,
But
if
my
intrest
in
your
loues
be
such
,
As
the
world
takes
notice
of
,
Let
me
craue
You
would
deliuer
Pharamont
to
my
hand
,
And
from
me
accept
this
Giues
vm
his
purse
.
Testimonie
of
my
loue
.
Which
is
but
a
pittance
of
those
ample
thankes
,
Which
shall
redowne
with
showred
courtesies
.
CAP.
Take
him
to
thee
braue
Prince
,
and
we
thy
bounty
thankefully
accept
,
and
will
drinke
thy
health
,
thy
perpetuall
health
my
Prince
,
whilst
memory
lasts
amongst
vs
,
we
are
thy
Mermidons
,
my
Achillis
:
we
are
those
will
follow
thee
,
and
in
thy
seruice
will
scowre
our
rusty
murins
and
our
bill-bow-blades
,
most
noble
Phylaster
,
we
will
:
Come
my
rowtists
let's
retyer
till
occasion
calls
vs
to
attend
the
noble
Phylaster
.
OMNES
.
Phylaster
,
Phylaster
,
Phylaster
.
Exit
CAPTAINE
,
and
Citizens
.
PHAR.
Worthy
sir
,
I
owe
you
a
life
,
For
but
your selfe
theres
nought
could
haue
preuail'd
.
PHI.
Tis
the
least
of
seruice
that
I
owe
the
King
,
Who
was
carefull
to
preserue
ye
.
Exit
.
Enter
LEON
,
TRASILINE
,
and
CLERIMON
.
TRA.
I
euer
thought
the
boy
was
honest
.
LEON
.
Well
,
tis
a
braue
boy
Gentlemen
.
CLE.
Yet
you'ld
not
beleeue
this
.
LEON
.
A
plague
on
my
forwardnesse
,
what
a
villaine
was
I
,
to
wrong
vm
so
;
a
mischiefe
on
my
muddy
braines
,
was
I
mad
?
TRA.
A
little
frantick
in
your
rash
attempt
,
but
that
was
your
loue
to
Phylaster
,
sir
.
LEON
.
A
pox
on
such
loue
,
haue
you
any
hope
my
countinance
will
ere
serue
me
to
looke
on
them
?
CLE.
O
very
well
Sir
.
LEON
.
Very
ill
Sir
,
vds
death
,
I
could
beate
out
my
braines
,
or
hang
my selfe
in
reuenge
.
CLE.
There
would
be
little
gotten
by
it
,
ene
keepe
you
as
ye
are
.
LEON
.
An
excellent
boy
,
Gentlemen
beleeue
it
,
harke
the
King
is
comming
,
Cornets
sounds
.
Enter
the
King
,
Princesse
,
GALLATEA
,
MEGRA
,
BELLARIO
,
a
Gentlewoman
,
and
other
attendants
.
K.
No
newes
of
his
returne
,
Will
not
this
rable
multitude
be
appeas'd
?
I
feare
their
outrage
,
lest
it
should
extend
With
dangering
of
Pharamonts
life
.
Enter
PHILASTER
with
PHARAMONT
.
LEON
.
See
Sir
,
Phylaster
is
return'd
.
PHI.
Royall
Sir
,
Receiue
into
your
bosome
your
desired
peace
,
Those
discontented
mutineares
be
appeasde
,
And
this
fortaigne
Prince
in
safety
.
K.
How
happie
am
I
in
thee
Phylaster
?
Whose
excellent
vertues
begets
a
world
of
loue
,
I
am
indebted
to
thee
for
a
Kingdome
.
I
here
surrender
vp
all
Soueraignetie
,
Raigne
peacefully
with
thy
espoused
Bride
,
Deliuers
his
Crowne
to
him
.
Assume
my
Son
to
take
what
is
thy
due
.
PHA.
How
Sir
,
yer
son
,
what
am
I
then
,
your
Daughter
you
gaue
to
me
.
KIN.
But
heauen
hath
made
asignement
vnto
him
,
And
brought
your
contract
to
anullity
:
Sir
,
your
entertainment
hath
beene
most
faire
,
Had
not
your
hell-bred
lust
dride
vp
the
spring
,
From
whence
flow'd
forth
those
fauours
that
you
found
:
I
am
glad
to
see
you
safe
,
let
this
suffice
,
Your selfe
hath
crost
your selfe
.
LEON
.
They
are
married
sir
.
PHAR.
How
married
?
I
hope
your
highnesse
will
not
vse
me
so
,
I
came
not
to
be
disgraced
,
and
returne
alone
.
KING
.
I
cannot
helpe
it
sir
.
LEON
.
To
returne
alone
,
you
neede
not
sir
,
Here
is
one
will
beare
you
company
,
You
know
this
Ladies
proofe
,
if
you
Fail'd
not
in
the
say
taging
.
ME.
I
hold
your
scoffes
in
vildest
base
contempt
,
Or
is
there
said
or
done
,
ought
I
repent
,
But
can
retort
euen
to
your
grinning
teeths
,
Your
worst
of
spights
,
tho
Princesse
lofty
steps
May
not
be
tract
,
yet
may
they
tread
a
wry
,
That
boy
there
—
BEL.
If
to
me
ye
speake
Lady
,
I
must
tell
you
,
you
haue
lost
your selfe
In
your
too
much
forwardnesse
,
and
hath
forgot
Both
modesty
and
truth
,
with
what
impudence
You
haue
throwne
most
damnable
aspertions
On
that
noble
Princesse
and
my selfe
:
witnesse
the
world
;
Behold
me
sir
.
Kneeles
to
LEON
,
and
discouers
her
haire
.
LEON
.
I
should
know
this
face
;
my
daughter
.
BEL.
The
same
sir
.
PRIN.
How
,
our
sometime
Page
,
Bellario
,
turn'd
woman
?
BEL.
Madame
,
the
cause
induc't
me
to
transforme
my selfe
,
Proceeded
from
a
respectiue
modest
Affection
I
bare
to
my
my
Lord
,
The
Prince
Phylaster
,
to
do
him
seruice
,
As
farre
from
any
laciuious
thought
,
As
that
Lady
is
farre
from
goodnesse
,
And
if
my
true
intents
may
be
beleeued
,
And
from
your
Highnesse
Madame
,
pardon
finde
,
You
haue
the
truth
.
PRIN.
I
doe
beleeue
thee
,
Bellario
I
shall
call
thee
still
.
PHI.
The
faithfullest
seruant
that
euer
gaue
attendance
.
LEON
.
Now
Lady
lust
,
what
say
you
to'th
boy
now
;
Doe
you
hang
the
head
,
do
ye
,
shame
would
steale
Into
your
face
,
if
ye
had
grace
to
entertaine
it
,
Do
ye
slinke
away
?
Exit
MEGRA
hiding
her
face
.
KING
.
Giue
present
order
she
be
banisht
the
Court
,
And
straightly
confinde
till
our
further
Pleasure
is
knowne
.
PHAR.
Heres
such
an
age
of
transformation
,
that
I
doe
not
know
how
to
trust
my selfe
,
I'le
get
me
gone
to
:
Sir
,
the
disparagement
you
haue
done
,
must
be
cald
in
question
.
I
haue
power
to
right
my selfe
,
and
will
.
Exit
PHARAMONT
.
KING
.
We
feare
ye
not
sir
.
PHI.
Let
a
strong
conuoy
guard
him
through
the
Kingdome
,
With
him
,
let's
part
with
all
our
cares
and
feare
,
And
Crowne
with
ioy
our
happy
loues
successe
.
KING
.
Which
to
make
more
full
,
Lady
Gallatea
,
Let
honour'd
Clerimont
acceptance
finde
In
your
chast
thoughts
.
PHI.
Tis
my
sute
too
.
PRIN.
Such
royall
spokes-men
must
not
be
deni'd
.
GAL.
Nor
shall
not
,
Madame
.
KING
.
Then
thus
I
ioyne
your
hands
.
GAL.
Our
hearts
were
knit
before
.
They
kisse
.
PHI.
But
tis
you
Lady
,
must
make
all
compleat
,
And
giues
a
full
peryod
to
content
,
Let
your
loues
cordiall
againe
reuiue
,
The
drooping
spirits
of
noble
Trasiline
.
What
saies
Lord
Leon
to
it
?
LEON
.
Marry
my
Lord
I
say
,
I
know
she
once
lou'd
him
.
At
least
made
shew
she
did
,
But
since
tis
my
Lord
Phylasters
desire
,
I'le
make
a
surrender
of
all
the
right
A
father
has
in
her
;
here
take
her
sir
,
With
all
my
heart
,
and
heauen
giue
you
ioy
.
KING
.
Then
let
vs
in
these
nuptuall
feastes
to
hold
,
Heauen
hath
decreed
,
and
Fate
stands
vncontrold
.
FINIS
.