Oh damn'd Hypocrisie Me of my lawful Pleasure she restrain'd And pray'd me oft forbearance did it with A Pudency so Rosie that sweet object Might well have warm'd old Saturn that I thought her As chast as un-Sunn'd Snow as pure as Vertue And lost my self in my imagin'd joys That 's as the hapless Merchant rash and young Listens to hear the charming Siren's charming Song His Soul is fetter'd and he fain wou'd get To the fair tempting Creature 's rocky Seat And to the Charmers swiftly strives to run Leaps on the fatal Shore and is undone So tempting Beauty did my Sense betray And faithless Woman stole my Soul away Exit SCENE III. A Rocky Cave Enter Belarius Arviragus and Palladour in wild Habits Belar THe Sun the glorious Monarch of the day Guilds all the Valleys and with chearful beams Smiles on the Persian who with prostrate Body Now pays his Adoration This instructs us How to admire the Heavens and bend our minds To a Mornings holy Office Come forth my Sons The blessings of my Age warmth of my Winter Come forth and with your customary Duties Pay Reverence to Heaven and the Morn Hail great Divinity Arvir. Hail gracious Heaven and our most noble Father Palla Hail Heaven and to the Parent of our Lives Bellar. Is not this Life better Than servilely attending for a Check Or be oblig'd to flatter some gross Fool That gives ye Food and Raiment Is it not richer Than thriving in contempt of Honesty Or proudly ruffling in unpaid for Silk When the poor Creditor Oft gains the Cap of him he has made fine Yet keeps his Books uncross'd Arvir. You told us Sir That Nature stamp'd all humane-kind like us Gan they resemble us and are not honest Bellar. The Face deceives all 't is the Nation 's Plague That he that looks most honest soonest wrongs ye Arvir. I hate a Villain as I love Vertue and cou'd wish A season to imploy my eager Courage And steep my Javelin in the reeking bloud Though of a Giant that had wrong'd my Father Bellar. 'T was kind but thou art young Arviragus a twig That shak'st with every blast art like a Woman But that I think thou hast not so much falshood Arvir. Why are there Women false too Bellar. False as Court-Promises Or the young Trader's Oath but that the fruit of Falshood Gains more than Vertue You may find by me My Honesty undid me my Body 's mark'd With Roman Weapons and my Fame was once First with the men of Note Cymbeline lov'd me And when a Souldier was the Theam my Name Was loud as any's Then was I as a Tree Whose Boughs did bend with fruit but in one night So ill did Fortune love me a rude Storm Shook down my mellow Blessings nay my Leaves And left me bare to weather Arvir. Uncertain Favour But cou'd you not revenge it Cou'd your great Soul suppress such Injuries Be mildly passive in a Cause so just Now by that Reverend Shape had I been wrong'd so I wou'd have sought my Enemies through dangers Numerous as Stars and though hemm'd round with Foes Feast my Revenge then smiling took my Fate Bellar. Arviragus Thou art too passionate thy fiery temper Will waste thee like a Feaver Pallad Be silent Brother and hear my Father's Story Bellar. My fault being nothing as I 've often told you But that two Villains hating me swore to Cymbeline I was Confederate with the Romans so Follow'd my Banishment and this 20 years This Rock and these Demeans have been my World Arvir. Death to your Honour Did you part so tamely Did you not kill the Villains Oh I tremble And all my Bloud 's on fire at th' apprehension Of your disgrace Such Injuries as these Require Bloud Ruine Desolation Fatal Destruction Death in thousand terrors Oh Heaven and Earth not kill him Pallad They were kill'd were they not Sir Bellar. They were tho' not by me But come the day grows old Now up to th' Mountains 't is the Hunter's language And he that strikes the Venison first shall be the Lord o' th' Feast Away I 'le meet you in the Valleys Pallad Come Brother I lodg'd a stately Stag last night A Pollard that has newly cast his head let 's go And chace him he is our Feast Arvir. No I have a nobler Game A Forest Boar Last night did cross my way and staring on me Grinding his foaming Tushes roar'd and fled My Javelin I swiftly darted at him Which glancing from his Shoulder cleft the ground And Night opposing with dark shades I lost What now will find and conquer Exeunt Bro Bellar. Heaven protect ye How hard it is to hide the Sparks of Nature These Boys know little they are Sons to th' King Nor does their Father dream they are alive They think they are mine and tho' bred up thus meanly They think and do like Princes Oh Cymbeline Heaven and thy Conscience knows Thou did'st unjustly banish me for which At three and two years old I stole thy Children Thinking to take from thee a Successor As thou my Lands from me 't is a Revenge Pleases my Age. Now to my brace of Princes Who swifter than two Roes leap o're the Hills And in their speedy Chace outstrip the Winds Exit Enter Pisanio and Eugenia in Mens Cloaths Pisanio has a Letter in 's hand Pisan. How Of Adultery and with a Galliaâ— Then all my Fears prove true and that tall Fellow I once saw with her proves the Villain I doubted Oh perjur'd Creature Eugen. This is a strange wild melancholy Place Good my Lord how far is 't now to Milford Why do you shun me so My Legs are weary In striving to o'retake ye Alas I know the trouble I bring upon you But for pity's sake Reflect not on it now You went this morning To meet the Post with Letters my heart pants I hope there 's no ill News Pisan. Oh Woman Woman Who ere cou'd learn thy deep Philosophy Or fathom thy unsounded Sea of Graft That Look of her's has power to cause sound Faith Revolt and make men fancy her a Saint This Letter proves a Devil Eugen. What Letter 's that Is 't from my Lord Pisan. From him that was your Lord Read it and when you have done prepare to die Eugen. To die Good Gods for what Pisan. Read there and blush instead of growing pale The Crime will give occasion Eugen. reads Pisanio My Wife has damn'd her self and Play'd the Strumpet in my Bed Oh gracious Heaven The testimonies whereof lye bleeding in me and a Fluttering Gallian is more grateful to her than Her unhappy Husband I write this from Proofs as strange as my Griefs therefore Kill her if thou lov'st me and send a Handkerchief Dipp'd in her bloud That done my Interest here shall Secure both thy Life and Fortune Ursaces I 'le kiss thy Name although it brings me death A cruel death to th' Innocent Oh my Fortune Swounds Pisan. Why there now There is
THE Injured Princess OR THE Fatal UUager As it was Acted at the Theater-Royal By His Majesties Servants By Tho. Durfey Gent. LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-street in Covent-Garden near the Piazza 1682. THE PROLOGUE OLd Plays like Mistresses long since enjoy'd Long after please whom they before had cloy'd For Fancy chews the Cudd on past delight And cheats it self to a new Appetite But then this second Fit comes not so strong Like second Agues neither fierce nor long What you have known before grows sooner stale And less provokes you than an untold Tale. That but refreshes what before you knew But this discovers something that is new Hence 't is that at new Plays you come so soon Like Bride-grooms hot to go to Bed ere noon Or if you are detain'd some little space The stinking Footman 's sent to keep your place But when a Play 's reviv'd you stay and dine And drink till three and then come dropping in As Husband after absence wait all day And decently for Spouse till Bed-time stay So ere the Brethren's liberal Fit was spent The first wise Nonconformist underwent With ease and batten'd in Imprisonment For greater gains his zeal refus'd the less Each day to him was worth a Diocess But he who now in hopes of equal gain Will needs be Pris'ner tryes the Trick in vain He melts in durance half his Grease away To get like us poor twenty Pounds a day Drammatis SCENE Luds-Town alias London Cymbeline King of Britain Ursaces A noble Gentleman married to the Princess Eugenia Pisanio Confident and Friend to Ursaces Cloten A Fool Son to the Queen by a former Husband Iachimo A roaring drunken Lord his Companion Silvio Another Companion Shattillion An opinionated Frenchman Beaupre Don Michael His Friends Bellarius An old Courtier banish'd by Cymbeline Palladour Arviragus Two young Princes Sons to Cymbeline bred up by Bellarius in a Cave as his own Lucius General to Augustus Caesar. Women The Queen Eugenia The Princess Clarina Her Confident Sophronia Aurelia Women one to the Queen the other to the Princess THE Unequal Match OR THE Fatal Wager ACT I. Enter Ursaces Eugenia and Pisanio Clar. Lelia Pisan. HEll now has done its worst the meagre Furies have open'd all their Viols of black Malice and shed the utmost drop Is 't possible What Commission from the King to seize and banish my dearest Friend Who would be good or vertuous if this be the reward Can it be true What banish'd Eugen. Oh killing Sound The greatest pang of death is easie to this Torment Ursa 'T is my Fortune But Oh ye immortal Powers what is my sin To merit this thy worst of punishments Eugen. If it be sin to love we are past mercy For never hearts were swell'd with that true passion As was Ursaces and Eugenia's Pisan. Hell swallow thee quick that causest this Separation Thou hast the old man's Curse I hope 't will speed thee To weep is but in vain Ursa My Queen my Mistress Stop these warm bubling Springs that melt my heart Those Currents dearer than the Wealth of Ganges Now flowing down the Rosie Fields of Beauty And listen to my Vow I will continue The truest Husband that ere plighted faith My Residence in Galia at Beaupre's My Father's Friend Thither write my Soul And I will feed upon each Character And wear the Paper out with eager Kisses Eugen. So will I yours with keeping in my bosom Here near my heart O the sad thought of parting Ursa It must be so Eugen. Nay stay a little longer Were you but riding out to take the Air Such parting were too slight See here my Love This Diamond was my Mothers wear it for me And keep it till you wooe another Wife When poor Eugenia's dead Ursa Another Wife Why my best Life Oh why that cruel word Another Wife No you supream Directors Give me my own let me enjoy but this And freeze up my Embraces of a next With Death's cold Icicle Remain thou here while Sence can keep it on And Sweetest Dearest As I my poor self did exchange for you To your so infinite loss so in our Trifles I still wâ—â— of you for my sake wear this Bracelet It has a Charm 'gainst Levity and Jealousie 'T will keep me in your mind Eugen. It shall grow to me and from my Arm Never shall be separated Ha my Father When my Ursaces shall we meet again Ursa When Heaven can tell Enter Cymbeline Queen and Train Cym. Still dar'st thou with thy baseness wound my eyes Mechanick Wretch lost both in birth and merit Can thy plum'd Insolence dare to soar so high As to contemn my Orders Ursa Royal Sir Grace but my Story with a minutes audience Cym. Ha! Wouldst thou speak And shall I patient hear my own dishonour Having yet bleeding Wounds new prob'd What listen To my Daughters Infamy and shall a Vassal The Creature of my Charity insolently dare To stamp his plebeian Image on my Coyn Yet live untortur'd Oh ye Powers have patience Queen Mercy Sir adds lustre to a Crown 'T is lost on stubborn minds Cym. Hence from my sight If after the next dawn within my Kingdom Appears so vile a Creature as Ursaces That moment is thy last of Life Away Thou poyson to my Bloud Ursa Heaven keep your Majesty And may your years and joys numerous as sands Crowd happily upon you So poor Offenders trembling meet their doom Punish'd by death yet fear a worse to come Exit Eugen. So breaks the dear strings of the panting heart When the lov'd life flyes from it Oh Clarin. Was ever Scythian Cruelty like this Or long Divorce so bitter Cymb. Was ever King so wretched in his Off-spring Or ever careful Father curs'd as I Queen Are you not mighty Shall the lofty Oak Stoop to the Shrub beneath it No rather root it up O that my Spirit lodg'd within your Bosom I would not counsel but command Obedience Eugen. Madam I must believe you are my Step-mother Better known to me by that title than your Love Cymb. She is your Queen whose Son you might have married Had wisdom guided thy unskilful youth Design'd to make thee happy Eugen. Happy Queen Nay let her use her pleasure A Jewel of true worth exceeding lustre Sure need not court the wearer nor shall my Son By humble flattery sooth her pride and vainness If as her Equal she think fit to treat him My voice is his but I 'le have no Submissions But I shall court occasion to consider This sly contempt You shall know who I am Eugen. I do too well Cymb. Thou too well know'st thy shame but from this moment I charge thee on thy life not shed a Tear Nor breath a Sigh But entertain the Prince As he deserves with the best face of Smiles Bury in black oblivion that low Fellow That exil'd Wretch Ursaces forget for ever Or by the Gods of Britain by my Crown And my Queens
Stranger of me we are familiar at first sight Shatt. With five times so much Rhetorick I should get ground of your fair Mistress nay perhaps make her go back even to the yielding had I admittance and opportunity to befriend me Ursa No no. Shatt. Come I 'le make a bold Proposition I will lay the Moiety of my Estate to your Ring which in my opinion overvalues it something that I can win your Lady I make this Wager now rather against your Confidence than her Reputation and to bar your offence herein too I durst attempt it against any Lady in the World Ursa Come Sir you abuse your self and wou'd I doubt not sustain what you deserve by such an Attempt Shatt. What 's that Ursa Why a shameful repulse tho' your attempt deserves more a punishment too Shatt. As how Sir Ursa To have your Nose slit cross your sland'rous Tongue pull'd out by the roots torn mangl'd cut to atomes and blown like common filth into the Air. Shatt. And who should do this Ursa I were I concern'd Come Sir hold your Tongue or by Heaven I shall Both offer to draw Shatt. What a sleepy Britain I 'le try that Beaup. Hold Gentlemen and as you are my Friends forbear there has been too much said it came in suddenly let it die as it was born I beseech you be reconcil'd D. Mich. The Gentleman was a little too free in language Shatt. Mor dieu Would I had my Estate and my Friend 's on confirmation of what I speak Ursa That you would win my Lady Shatt. Yours to choose who in Constancy you think stands so fair Come Sir let us lay by this petty Brawl I will lay you 10000 Duckats to your Ring that commend me to the Court where your Lady is and with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second Conference I will bring from thence that Honour of hers which you imagine so reserv'd Ursa I will wage Gold against your Gold my Ring I hold as dear as my Finger 't is part of it Shatt. Oh you are a great Courtier Sir and know that to buy Ladies Flesh at millions a dram is cheap tho' you cannot keep it from tainting but I see you have some Religion in you that you fear Ursa Faith I fear Religion much more than your Prowess And now to reclaim your vanity let there be Covenants drawn between us and I will accept your Wager Come now I dare you to 't there 's my Ring Gives it Beaupre Shatt. 'T is done Beaup. I will have it no Lay. Shatt. By the Gods 't is one If I bring you not sufficient testimony that I have enjoy'd the dearest bodily part of your Mistress my 10000 Duckats are yours so is your Diamond too but if I thrive in my Enterprize this your Jewel is mine provided I have a Letter of Recommendation for my better Entertainment Ursa I embrace the Conditions only thus far you shall answer If you attempt her and give direct proof you have prevail'd I am no further your Enemy she is not worth a Quarrel but if she remain chast you not making it appear otherwise then for the ill Opinion and the Assault you have made to her Chastity you shall answer me with your Sword Shatt. Your Hand my Honour on 't I 'le fetch my Gold have our two Wagers recorded and then away for Britain And if I lose I must prove dumb or blind Ursa If win there is no Hell like Womankind Exeunt The End of the First Act. ACT II. Enter behind Cymbeline Queen a Purse Pisanio Doctor and Guards a Viol Mrs. Holten Sue Cym. NOt seen nor to be spoke with Queen She 's too haughty And since the exile of her abject Minion Proves a stranger both to Manners and Obedience Cym. She shall be forc'd to Duty What disobey her Father slight her Queen Now by the awful Powers that sway the Heavens Paternal Love and Mildness I disclaim And as a Corrasive to my sick heart Hold her for ever Pisan. Please your Majesty Cym. Pisanio do not speak I have with watchful eye observ'd thy actions Oft prob'd thy heart and found it still corrupted Still link'd and fetter'd to that banish'd Fellow Maugre our strict Commands and deep Resentments Why dost thou shame thy Age and smile upon us Bend low thy knees as loyal that art known A Rebel to our Peace Come this is not well Pisan. Royal Sir and my most honour'd Master In whose bless'd favour I was ever happy Whom I have lov'd from my hearts core obey'd with joy As King and Genius of the War followed through death And as a God ador'd for Clemency Queen O smooth-tongu'd Vice O Flatterer Aside to the King Pisan. Brand not your poor old Souldier I beseech you With breach of Loyalty I rebel to your Peace These Cheeks that have been furrow'd in your Service This Body scarr'd with wounds these low sunk Tapers Now dully shining in their wither'd Sockets And spent with watching in cold Winter Camps Have still been careful to preserve your Peace Not to disturb it How then am I a Rebel Plebeian Sound it freezes all my bloud And adds a sharper Winter to my Age. Queen The silver Hairs that grace thy Reverend Head Should grow in Wisdoms Soyl thou shouldst be Loyal But who can tell a Murderer by his Face Or know when Treason 's candi'd o're with Vertue 'T is said you love Ursaces wish him King In hopes to make your self and Daughter mighty But these are but Reports and claim small credit Pisan. Slanders hellish Slanders The poys'nous Bite of some detracting Villain That thinks my glass of Life has run too long So may my better part my immortal Soul That guides the Orders of this aged Body And dignifies it from the sordid Bruit Return to its first Seat its primitive Glory As I have always wish'd my Soveraign's Life And oft with hazard of my own defended it 'T is true I love Ursaces Queen Ha mind that Sir Cymb. You love him then and tho' your enervate power Dare not oppose our rage you wish him well Pisan. As he deserves Sir modestly I think His Vertues merit some small approbation He 's honest valiant and what 's more judicious Wife to his Youth and temperate to his Judgement I once remember Sir when the great Cassibelan Sent me against the stubborn Cambria Rebels Then up in Arms headed by old Bellarius At Milford-haven I took Ursaces with me Who tho' a beardless Boy of 16 years Show'd many signal proofs of manly Valour Flesh'd his young Arm and dy'd his virgin Sword In the best bloud of your proud Enemies This was some proof of Vertue and deserves Sure some applause Queen He was rewarded for it His Majesty heap'd daily favours on him Bless'd him with smiles and gave him the permission Like a young Bird to wanton in his shine And grow even till he grew insolent And like a Bruit Sullied the Royal Spring that
Taper More bright than yours that lights that World of Beauty Shou'd I swear this 't were fit all Plagues of Hell Shou'd bribe my Perjury Eug. Why has my Lord has my Ursaces sworn this Shatt. I wou'd he had not Had I not heard it he has so fair an outside Belief cou'd not have enter'd me Eug. Oh misery Shatt. Unhappy I that tell you this sad Story But Heaven knows my just and good design I cou'd not see you wrong'd and keep you ignorant Eug. Then is there nothing in Mankind but Vice No Faith no Honour Ye swift-footed hour Ye silent Witnesses of my true passion Call back his Oaths How often has he sworn To be for ever constant Shatt. Oh he will swear extreamly He takes a kind of pleasure to be perjur'd Eug. And will he kiss those Creatures Shatt. Kiss 'um Madam Alas wou'd that were all there 's no great fault in kissing Eug. Let me hear no more be dumb to th' rest for ever Shatt. I know he hates ye he has almost own'd as much When fir'd with Wine and Lust he told your fondness In sport to his new Mistress Eug. Oh hellish Act Oh curs'd Ingratitude Shatt. I swear your sad Misfortunes strike a heart That here vows to your service Be reveng'd Madam The way is easie Eug. Reveng'd Alas how shou'd I Unless upon my self by sighs and weepings For loving that false man Shatt. Another way Courts your acceptance Eug. How Sir Shatt. 'T is the secret'st and the sweetest way I dedicate my self thus to your pleasure Thus pay my adoration to your Beauty I am a man born nobler than Ursaces As young as vigorous and far more constant And will continue fast to your affection Still close and sure Eug. Oh Heaven Is 't possible And will you love me too Shatt. Love thee I better than my Soul Were I assur'd of celestial Joys Long as its Immortality love thee The tender Mother loves not her first-born The Poet Fame or the sick Youth his health With half that zeal Kind Fate she comes she yields Oh glorious Conquest Let me seal my Passion Upon thy snowy hands transported then rove higher And ransack this white Magazine of Beauty Here I shall find Eug. That which thou meritest Death Offers a Dagger at him Detested Wretch practis'd in Villany How I condemn my credulous Ears that have So long been Traitors Wert thou honourable Thou wou'dst have told me this for Vertues sake And not for such base Ends. Who 's there Clarina The King my Father shall be made acquainted Of this presumption and by punishment Equal to the Crime reward thy brutal folly Shatt. ' D's heart this won't do I must shift quickly or I 'me ruin'd Give me your gracious pardon What I have spoke was by your Lord's Command To try your Constancy and find if distance Cou'd play the Traitor with your faith and memory Which now I know unshook'd and shall acquaint him Eug. Can this be true Cou'd my Lord doubt me then Shatt. Alas you know Madam fierce Loves have still some jealousie He is a man of that clear equal temper That he inchants Societies unto him He sits amongst 'um like a descended God He has a kind of Grandeur sets him off More than a Mortal seeming Be not angry then Oh chastest of thy kind that I have adventur'd To try your Vertue by a false Report Being oblig'd by Oath and my design so honest Eug. I 'me satisfied you appear clear again Pray use my Power i' th' Court Shatt. My humble thanks I had almost forgot To entreat your Highness in a small Request And yet of moment too for it concerns Your Lord my self and other noble Friends That share in the design Eug. Pray what is 't Shatt. A dozen of us Gentlemen and your Lord The best feather of our Wing have mingled Sums To buy a Present for the Roman Emperor Which I the Factor for the rest have done in Britain here 'T is Plate of rare device and Jewels Of rich and exquisite form their value's great And I am something curious being a Stranger To have them in safe custody May it please ye To take 'um in protection Eug. Willingly Since 't is my Lord's Concern I 'le have 'um kept Here in my Apartment Shatt. They are in a Chest Attended by my Men I will presume To send them to ye only for this night I must aboard to morrow Eug. So soon Shatt. Indeed I must Therefore I shall beseech you if you please To greet your Lord by writing do it to night For I 've outstay'd the time that is material To th' tender of our Present Eug. I 'le instantly about it Send your Chest to me I 'le take care of it And see it safe return'd Shatt. Your Highness faithful Servant Exeunt Enter Queen Pisanio and Attendants A Viol. Queen 'T was but a gust of Passion in the King That like a ruffling Storm shakes the tall Grove Yet in a moment's gone and all is calm Pisan. I am much a debtor to your Majesty Queen Besides you shou'd consider he is old Peevish with sickness scarce had liv'd till now But for these Helps of Nature this rich Cordial Which I have made through providence to help him This Glass is worth a Kingdom to the Sick I give it thee Pisanio I give it as an Earnest Of future favour when thou art ill drink this 'T will conquer the Disease nay tho' given o're By all Physicians 't will renew thy health Pisan. Your Majesty 's too gracious but like the Sun Display your beams and shed your kindly blessings Upon a wither'd stump that cannot grow Tho' you can influence this rich Cordial Tho' of this heavenly nature can but add A minute more to th' snuff of my life's Taper That yet must out at last Queen We all must die my Lord But 't is no harm sure to prolong a life When living we do well therefore preserve it 'T is worth your care The King 's in bed good night My Lord. Pisan. Blessings still crown your Majesty Queen On him or Eugenia if it work I 'me happy Exit Pisan. There is a mystery in her tide of Favours Heaven will not let me know She always hated me 'Cause I mislik'd her Son yet now show'rs down All Kindnesses commends me to the King takes care Of my health and gives me here a Cordial to preserve it But why may not all this be as a hook and bait To get me from my Element of Honesty Hah it is it must I have it Hah beware then And tho' in Exile show thou lov'st Ursaces That good that brave young man I wish Eugenia Deserve him I have some fears I saw a Stranger A tall hot-blouded fluttering Fellow An hour ago strutting from her Apartment And as he went the perfum'd Pulvillio left a scent behind him Enough to choak a Civet-Cat I always thought her innocent Pray Heaven she prove so for if the Woman 's Fickle
mean Habit. Clar. Look on my tears and let them melt your heart Your rocky hearts yet harder far than Stone For Stones melt when relenting Heavens weeps But you grow more obdurate with my tears Iachimo Tears Why thou canst not oblige me more than to Weep soundly it makes the flame of Love more Vigorous Oh I like a passâ—â—â—â—â— Woman in that Business extreamly she haâ—â—â—nest ways With her Clar. Think you not on your Souls Alas when I am dead As I will ne're outlive so black a Villany My Ghost will fright you your wounded Consciences Lash and torment you like a thousand Furies Clot. Ghost A pox o' thy Ghost Prithee art thou such a Fool to think we fear the Devil Iachimo show Her the contrary rowze her towze her Boy I 'le Do thee an honourable kindness and pimp for thee For fear of disturbance Iachimo A very friendly part faith my Lord Come Madam You and I must be more familiar nay nay no Strugling my heart 's a flame and you must quench the fire Clar. Rather be burn'd to ashes barbarous Wretch help help Oh Heaven send down thy Thunder dash me to the Earth Rather than suffer this Help help Enter Pisanio Pisan. What pitious Cry was that sure 't was a Woman's voice By the shrill sound Good Gods what 's this I see My Daughter here Clarin. Mercy unlook'd for 'T is he Oh my dear Father Runs and embraces him In a bless'd minute are you come to save me Pisan. Ha! Lord Cloten too Then all 's discover'd and I 'me lost Cloten See Iachimo yonder 's that old Traitor too luckily Faln into our snare Go go take his Daughter From him and ravish her before his face Iachimo With all my heart I 'le not lose for a million Pisan. He comes upon his death that touches her Base men Have you no humane Nature Cloten Does he expostulate Kill kill the Slave Pisan. I first shall see thy death Cloten No Thou shalt never see agen for when I have conquer'd thee With my Sword 's point I 'le dig out both thy eyes Then drag thee to my Mother to be tortur'd Iachimo I 'le do his business presently Fight Pisanio wounded Pisan. Fly Daughter fly whilst my remains of Life I render for thy safety Clarin. Oh save my Father Heaven save him save him Exit Fights still Pisanio kills Jachimo then falls down with him and Cloten disarms him Pisan. Thou hast it now I think Iachimo A Plague on him he has kill'd me Oh Dyes Cloten Curs'd Misfortune He 's dead but I 'me resolv'd to Be thy true Prophet however thou shalt not See my death unless with other eyes Puts out his eyes Pisan. Hell-born Fury Oh Cloten So now smell thy way out of the Wood whilst I follow thy Daughter find her and cut her piece-meal I 'le sacrifice her to the Ghost of Iachimo Exit Pisan. All dismal dark as Night or lowest Shades The Regions of the Dead or endless Horror The Sun with all his light now gives me none But spreads his beamy Influence in vain And lends no Glimpse to light my Land of darkness Sure near this Place there lyes a Sword Crawls about to find his Sword I 'le try if I can find it Pitiless Fate Wilt thou not guide my hand My Wound 's not mortal And I shall yet live Ages True sign of Grief When we do wish to die before our time I 'le crawl into some Bush and hide my self Till Fate 's at leisure there To the dumb Grove recount my Miseries Weep Tears of bloud from Wounds instead of Eyes Crawls out SCENE IV. Enter Bellarius from the Cave Bellar. TUrning my head towards you point o' th' Sea Methoughts I heard a noise of Drums and Trumpets With shouts of men as of an Army landed Perhaps 't is so indeed I know the Romans Have long watch'd an advantage and wou'd run With joy the race great Caesar once begun Enter Palladour Arviragus and Eugenia Pallad You are not well pray stay here in the Cave Bellar. Go you to Hunting Sons I 'le stay with him Eugen. I beseech you do not nay then you 'l make me blush To think how much I trouble ye Let me beg ye Stick to your Journal Course the breach of Custom Is breach of all I am ill but your being by me Is not medicinable Society is no comfort neither To one not sociable Pray go and trust me here I 'le rob none but my self and if my self The theft's so poor 't is not worth punishing Pallad There 's so much vertue in his Love and Actions It more and more does steal away my heart Eugen. Kind Heaven preserve you both Oh sacred Providence Who cou'd have thought to find such gentle Creatures In a wild rustick Cave by Nature only taught I am sick still Very sick now Pisanio I 'le taste thy Cordial I never had more cause Exit Eugen. Bellar. Let 's to our Silvian sport How now who 's that Exit Enter Cloten Cloten I cannot find this Fugitive sure the Devil Has lent her wings to fly and cross my purpose Cloten Hah What are you that fly me thus Some Villain Outlaws I 've heard of such What Slave art thou Arvir. A thing more slavish did I ne're then answering A Slave without a Knock. Cloten Thou art a Robber I 'le murder thee Arvir. Ye lye you wonot you cannot nor you shan't I 'le beat your Brains out first S'death have not I An Arm as long as thine a Heart as big Thy words may appear bigger but I wear not My Dagger in my mouth Cloten A plaguy little Whipster this Why thou Abject Villain Knows me not by my Cloaths Arvir. No I say how shou'd I Cloten Then hear my Name and tremble Arvir. I tremble at nothing but the Thunder And that I 'me sure thou canst not do What 's thy Name Cloten Cloten thou Villain Arvir. Cloten Then double Villain be thy Name I care not Were it Toad Spider or Adder ' Twou'd move me sooner Cloten To thy Confusion know I am Son to th' Queen Arvir. I am sorry for 't not seeming so worthy As thy Birth Cloten Does thou not fear Arvir. Those that I reverence those I fear the Wise All Fools I scourge and laugh at Cloten Y' are witty are you but I 'le fetch ye out of Your Jest presently Sirrah I 'le slay thee with this hand and when thou Art dead Upon the Gates of Ludds-Town set thy Head Arvir. It stands yet on my Shoulders come come on Sir They fight Cloten lets fall his Sword and runs out Enter Bellarius and Pallador Bellar. No Company 's abroad Pallad Not a man stirring You did mistake him sure Bellar. No I am firm 't was he Pallad In this Place we left ' um I wish my Brother make good party with him You say he 's very strong Bellar. I have often heard so Pallad He look'd but like a Fool. But see our Fears may vanish here