live I will Nay weep not gentle Boy 'T is more than time Thou didst attend the Princess Bel. I am gone But since I am to part with you my Lord And none knows whether I live shall to do More Service for you take this little Prayer Heaven bless your Loves your Fights all your Designs May sick Men if they have your wish be well And Heaven hate those you curse tho' I be one Exit Phi. The Love of Boys to their dear Lords is strange I have read Wonders of it Yet this Boy For my sake if a Man may judge by looks And speech would out-do story I may see A Day to pay him for his Loyalty Exit Phi. Enter Pharamond Pha. Why should these Ladies stay so long They must come this way I know the Princess employs 'em not for the reverend Mother sent me word they would be all for the Garden If they should all prove honest now I were in a fair taking Enter Galatea crossing the Stage in haste Pha. So here 's one bolted Now for a fair Chace Aside Whither so fast fair Lady What running Races to catch Hearts Gal. Catch Hearts Catch Woodcocks Pha. How Madam Are poor Lovers Gal. O' th' two the more brainless Animals Pha. Nay Madam speak not so contemptibly Of your poor Captives nor that noble Passion Love It is the daily Work of your Creation Those Eyes can't look abroad without inspiring A Thousand Sighs and melting Souls No Madam Those lovely Eyes with all their Heaven of Charms Must have one starry Spark of Mercy shine too Yes you can love a little Gal. I love Yes Sir most passionately I love a Mornings Ramble an Evening's Play gay Mirth and flowing Joys soft Hours sweet sleeps and golden Dreams to crown 'em provided I have neither Fops Fools nor Fiddles to wake me out of ' em Pha. Nay Madam if Fops and Fools are only excluded then Wit and Sense belike those happier Favourites may hope a kinder Treatment Gal. Nay Sir I cant tell that neither For Wit and Sense are such Strangers to this part of the World that I declare I am that young Traveller as never went far enough to meet with either of ' em Pha. Nay my fair Critick now you are too severe But Madam not to lose th' important Minute But come a little seriously To the great business Love and Beauty 's born for Should a bold pushing Lover pitch before you What with a fair Challenge and a fair Field is there no hopes of drawing you to a fair Battel too Gal. Faith Sir none at all For to answer you in your own Martial Dialect there 's Policy in Love as well as War And wise Ladies act like prudent Generals we love as they fight never engage but upon Advantage Pha. Nay then there 's no way left but down-right Canonading Gal. Nay troth Sir that will do but little service neither For to tell you the Truth what between a little natural Pride feminine Honour and some other Virgin Ramparts about me my Out-works are so very strong that all your Canonading will do but feeble Execution Pha. This is a crafty Wench I like her Wit well She 's a Danae and must be courted in a Shower of Gold Madam look here all these and more Gal. What have you there my Lord Gold Now as I live 't is fair Gold you would have Silver for it to Play with the Pages you could not have taken me in a worse time But if you have present use my Lord I 'll send my Man with Silver and keep your Gold for you Pha. Lady Lady Gall. She 's coming Sir behind will take white Money Yet for all this I 'll watch ye Exit Gal. behind the Hangings Pha. If there be but two such more in this Kingdom and near the Court we may ev'n hang up our Harps ten such Champhier Constitutions as this would call the Golden Age again in question Enter Megra Here 's another Many fair Mornings Lady Meg. As many Mornings bring as many Days Fair sweet and hopeful to your Grace Pha. She gives good Words yet sure this Wench is free If your more serious Business do not call you let me hold Quarter with you we 'll talk an Hour Out quickly Meg. What would your grace talk of Pha. Of some such pretty Subject as your self I 'll go no farther than your Eye or Lip There 's Theme enough for one Man for an Age. Meg. Sir they stand right and my Lips are yet even Smooth young enough ripe enough and red enough Or my Glass wrongs me Pha. O they are two twin Cherrries died in Blushes Which those fair Suns above with their bright Beams Reflect upon and ripen Sweetest Beauty Bow down those Branches that the longing taste Of the faint looker on may meet those Blessings And taste and live Meg. O delicate sweet Prince She that has Snow enough about her Heart To take the wanton Spring of ten such Lines off May be a Nun without Probation Pha. But we lose time dear Madam Can you love Meg. Love you my Lord How would you have me love you Pha. I 'le teach you in a short Sentence ' cause I will not load your Memory This is all love me and lye with me Meg. Was it lye with you that you said 'T is impossible Pha. Not to a willing Mind that will endeavour if I do not teach you to do it as easily in one Night as you 'll go to Bed I 'll lose my royal Blood for 't Meg. Why Prince you have a Lady of your own that yet wants teaching Pha. I 'll sooner teach a Mare the old measures than teach her any thing belonging to the Function she 's afraid to lie with her self if she have but any masculine Imaginations about her I know when we are married I must ravish her Meg. By my Honour that 's a foul Fault indeed Pha. And for any other I see excepting your dear self dearest Lady Meg. Has your Grace seen the Court-Star Galatea Pha. Out upon her she 's as cold of her Favour as an Apoplex she sail'd by but now Meg. And how do you hold her Wit Sir Pha. I hold her Wit The Strength of all the Guard cannot hold it if they were tied to it But speak sweet Lady shall I be freely welcome Meg. Whither Pha. To your Bed if you mistrust my Faith you do me the unnoblest Wrong Meg. I dare not Prince I dare not Pha. Make your own Conditions my Purse shall seal ' em Come I know you are bashful speak in my Ear will you be mine Keep this and with it me at Night I 'll visit you Meg. My Lord my Chamber 's most unsafe but when 't is Night I 'll find some means to slip into your Lodging till when Pha. Till when this and my heart go with thee Ex. several ways Enter Galatea from behind the Hangings Gal. Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince are these your Vertues Well if I
her Love to me by that Bel. Scarce like her Servant but as if I were Something allied to her Or had preserv'd Her Life three times by my Fidelity As Mothers fond do use their only Sons As I 'de use one left to my careful Trust For whom my Life should pay if he met harm So she does use me Phi. Why this is wondrous well But what kind Language does she feed thee with Bel. Why she does tell me she will trust my Youth With all her loving Secrets and does call me Her pretty Servant bids me weep no more For leaving you she 'll see my Services Rewarded and such words of that soft strain That I am nearer weeping when she ends Than e're she spake Phi. This is much better still Bel. Are you not ill my Lord Phi. Ill No Bellario Bel. Methinks your words Fall not from off your tongue so evenly Nor is there in your looks that quietness That I was wont to see Phi. Thou art deceiv'd Boy And she strokes thy head Bel. Yes Phi. And she does clap thy cheeks Bel. She does my Lord. Phi. And she does kiss thee Boy ha Bel. How my Lord Phi. She kisses thee Bel. Never my Lord by Heav'n Phi. That 's strange I know she does Bel. No by my life Phi. Why then she does not love me come she does I bad her do it I charg'd her by all charms Of love between us by the hope of peace We should enjoy to yield thee all delights Naked as to her Bed I took her oath Thou should'st enjoy her Tell me gentle Boy Is she not paralless is not her breath Sweet as Arabian winds Are not her Breasts Two Sunny Banks of Paradise Pillows For Revelling Love to melt a Soul in Extasies Is she not all a lasting Mine of Joy Bel. I now I see why my disturbed thoughts Where so perplext When first I went to her My heart held augury you are abus'd Some Villain has abus'd you now I fee To what you tend fall Rocks upon his head That put this to you 't is some subtle train To bring that noble Frame of yours to naught Phi. Thou think'st I will be angry with thee Come Thou shalt know all my drift I hate her more Than I love happiness and placed thee there To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds Hast thou discovered is she faln to lust As I would wish her speak some comfort to me Bel. My Lord you did mistake the Boy you sent Had she the lust of Sparrows or of Goats Had she a sin that way hid from the world Beyond the name of Lust I would not aid Her base desires but what I came to know As Servant to her I would not reveal To make my life last ages Phi. Oh! my heart This is a salve worse than the main disease Tell me thy thoughts for I will know the least That dwells within thee or will rip thy heart To know it I will see thy thoughts as plain As I do now thy face Bel. Why so you do She is for ought I know by all the Gods As chaste as Ice but were she foul as Hell And I did know it thus the breath of Kings The points of Swords Tortures nor Bulls of Brass Should draw it from me Phi. Then 't is no time to dally with thee I will take thy life for I do hate thee I could curse thee now Bel. If you do hate you could not curse me worse The Gods have not a punishment in store Greater for me than is your hate Phi. Fie fie so young and so dissembling Tell me when and where thou didst enjoy her Or let plagues fall on me if I destroy thee not Bel. By Heaven I never did and when I lie To save my life may I live long and loath'd Hew me asunder and whilst I can think I 'le love those pieces you have cut away Better than those that grow and kiss those limbs Because you made 'em so Phi. Fear'st thou not death Can Boys contemn that Bel. Oh what Boy is he Can be content to live to be a man That sees the best of men thus passionate Thus without Reason Phi. Oh but thou dost not know what 't is to die Bel. Yes I do know my Lord 'T is less than to be born a lasting sleep A quiet resting from all jealousie A thing we all pursue I know besides It is but giving over of a game That must be lost Phi. But there are pains false Boy For perjur'd Souls think but on those and then Thy Heart will melt and thou wilt utter all Bel. May they fall all upon me whilst I live If I be perjur'd or have ever thought Of that you charge me with if I be false Send me to suffer in those Punishments You speak of kill me Phi. Why who can but believe him He does swear So earnestly that if it were not true The Gods would not endure him Rise Bellario Thy Protestations are so deep and thou Dost look so truly when thou utterest them That though I know 'em false as were my hopes I cannot urge thee farther but thou wert Too blame to injure me It troubles me That I have call'd the Blood out of thy Cheeks 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 me mad If I behold thee If thou tender'st me Let me not see thee Bel. I will flie as far As there is Morning e're I give distaste To that most honoured Mind But through these Tears Shed at my hopeless parting I can see A world of Treason practised upon you And her and me Farewel for evermore If you shall hear that â—â—â—row struck me dead And after find me 〈…〉 there be A Tear shed from 〈…〉 memory And I shall rest at peace Exit Bel. Phi. Blessings be with thee What ever thou deservest Oh where shall I Go bathe this Body Nature too unkind That made no Medicine for a troubled Mind Enter Arethusa Are. I marvel my Boy comes not back again But that I know my Love will question him Over and over how I slept wak'd talk'd How I remember'd him when his dear Name Was last spoke and how when I sigh'd wept sung And ten thousand such I should be angry At his stay Enter King K. What at your Meditations Who attends you Are. None but my single self I need no Guard I do no wrong nor fear none K. Tell me have you not a Boy Are. Yes Sir K. What kind of Boy Are. A Page a waiting Boy K. A handsom Boy Are. I think he is not ugly Well qualified and dutiful I know him I took him not for Beauty K. He speaks and sings and plays Are. Yes Sir K. About eighteen Are. I never ask'd his age K. Is he full of service Are. By your pardon why do you ask K. Put him away Are. Sir K. Put him away h 'as done you that good service
of this brave Fellow Meg. A pretty talking Fellow hot at hand but eye yon Stranger is he not a fine compleat Gentleman O these Strangers I do affect them strangely as I live I could love all the Nation over and over for his sake Gal. Comfort your poor Head-piece Lady 't is a weak one Exeunt Ladies Dion See how his Fancy labours has he not Spoke home and bravely what a dangerous Train Did he give fire to How he shook the King Made his Soul melt within him and his Blood Run into Whay it stood upon his Brow Like a cold Winter Dew Phi. Gentlemen You have no suit to me I am no Minion Cle. How do you worthy Sir Phi. Well very well And so well that if the King please I find I may live many Years Di. The King must please Whilst we know what you are and who you are Your Wrongs and Injuries Shrink not worthy Sir But add the Merit of your Glories to you In whose fair Name we 'll waken all the Gods To arm for your Protection Phi. Friends no more Our Ears may be corrupted Do you love me Thra. Do we love Heav'n and Honour Phi. My Lord Dion you had A vertuous Gentlewoman call'd you Father Is she yet alive Dion Most honour'd Sir she is But for the Penance of an idle Dream Has undertook a tedious Pilgrimage Enter Galatea Phi. Is it to me or any of these Gentlemen you come Gal. To you my Lord The Princess would intreat Your present Company Phi. The Princess send for me You are mistaken Gal. If you be call'd Philaster 't is to you Ex. Gal. Phi. Kiss her fair Hand and say I will attend her Dion Do you know what you do Phi. Yes go to see a Woman Cler. But do you weigh the danger you are in Phi. Danger in a sweet Face By Jupiter I must not fear a Woman Thra. But are you sure it was the Princess sent It may be some soul Train to catch your Life Phi. I do not think it Gentlemen She 's Noble Hear Eye may shoot me Dead or those true red And white Fiends in her Face may steal my Soul out There 's all the Danger in 't but be what may Her single name has arm'd me Exit Phi. Dion Go on And be as truly Happy as th' art Fearless Exeunt Enter Arethusa and Galatea Are. Comes he not Gal. Madam Are. Will Philaster come Gal. Dear Madam you were wont To credit me at first Are. But didst thou tell me so I am forgetful and my Womans Strength Is so o'recharg'd with Dangers like to grow About my Marriage that these Under-things Dare not abide in such a troubled Sea How lookt he when he told thee he would come Gal. Why well Are. And not a little fearful Gal. Fear Madam sure he knows not what it is Are. You all are of his Faction the whole Court Is bold in Praise of him whilst I May live neglected and do noble things As Fools in Strife throw Gold into the Sea Drowned in the doing But I know he fears Gal. Fear Madam methought his looks had more Of Love than Fear Are. Of Love To whom To you Did you deliver those plain Words I sent With such a winning Gesture and quick Look That you have caught him Gal. Madam I mean to you Are. Of Love to me Alas thy Ignorance Lets thee not see the Crosses of our Births Nature that loves not to be questioned Why she did this or that but has her Ends And knows she does well never gave the World Two things so opposite so contrary As he and I am If a Bowl of Blood Drawn from this Arm of mine would poyson thee A Draught of his would cure thee Love to me Gal. Madam I think I hear him Are. Bring him in You Gods that would not have your Dooms withstood Whose holy Wisdoms at this time it is To make the Passions of a feeble Maid The way to your bright Justice I Obey Enter Philaster Gal. Here is my Lord Philaster Are. Oh 't is well Withdraw your self Exit Galatea Phi. Madam your Messenger Made me believe you wish'd to speak with me Are. 'T is true Philaster but the Words are such I have to say and do so ill beseem The Mouth of Woman that I wish them said And yet am loth to speak them Oh! Philaster Tho' by my own rich Veins born Heir to this Fair Cicily and by thy richer Glories Intituled to the no less Fair Calabria Yet that unsatisfied Ambition haunts me And whispers me I must enjoy thy Arragon Phi. My Arragon Are. Thine or I die by Heaven I die Philaster If I not calmly may enjoy thy Right Phi. I would do much to save that Noble Life Yet would be loth to have Posterity Find in our Stories that Philaster gave His Right to a Royal Scepter tho' a broken one To save a Ladies longing Are. Nay then hear I must and will have that and more Phi. What more Are. Or lose that little Life the Gods prepared To trouble this poor piece of Earth withal Phi. Madam what more Are. Turn then away thy Face Phi. No. Are. Do. Phi. Turn away my Face I never yet saw Enemy that lookt So dreadfully but that I thought my self As great a Basalisk as he or spake So horrible but that I thought my Tongue Bore Thunder underneath as much as his Nor Beast that I could turn from Shall I then Begin to fear sweet Sounds a Ladies Voice Whom I do love Say you would have my Life Why I will give it you for 't is of me A thing so loath'd and to your self that ask Of so poor use that I shall make no Price If you intreat I will unmov'dly hear Are. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks Phi. I do Are. Then Know I must have that and thee Phi. And me Are. Thy Love without which all the Land Discover'd yet will serve me for no use But to be buried in Phi. Is 't possible Are. Now my Philaster if my blushing Weakness Has not made cheap the easy Heart I 've given thee I have unript my Breast Phi. Madam you are too full of noble thoughts To lay a Train for so contemn'd a Life Which you may have for asking to suspect Were base where I deserve no ill love you By all my Hopes I do above my Life But how this generous Goodness should proceed From you those lovely Eyes to smile so kind And shine so warm upon the lost Philaster By Heav'n is all amazing Are. Another Soul into my Body shot Could not have fill'd me with more Strength and Spirit Than this thy Breath But spend not hasty time In seeking how I came thus 'T is the Gods The Gods that make me so and sure our Love Will be the nobler and the better blest In that the secret Justice of Heaven Is mingled with it Thou hast been wrong'd Philaster And fated by the Powers that reward Vertue 'T is
Thing As Virtue but will second your Attempts Phi. What do I live to hear Oh! Gentlemen As you would have your Names your deathless Names Fill the fair Annals of recorded Glory Blot not your Memories with a Stain so impious Dion No thou too matchless Honour can we live Those Galless-doves thus to behold such Virtue Loaded and crusht beneath thy Weight of Injuries Phi. My Injuries No my too generous Friends I have no Wrongs you do not hear me murmur Dion No Wrongs And such prodigious Services Thus barbarously paid thy Toyls thy Victories A conquer'd Kingdom and so lean a Harvest From such a Field of Lawrels Phi. Conquer'd Name it not The Chance of War meer Providence Consider It was my stars that battel'd and not I. But say that I have conquer'd grant me all Your utmost love can give Say I 've won Empires Worn Crowns upon my Sword in your King's Cause And he perhaps forgets me 'Las Gentlemen I want not his Remembrance If I 've done well the Glory of well-doing Repays it self Virtue 's its own Reward In its rich self a fair and ample Patrimony And stands above the poor and sordid thought Of mercenary Hope Dion Oh thou bright Miracle Of unexampled Worth Suppose that we Can bear thy Wrongs can we support our own Those poor Hen-hearted Slaves that abject Patience To see the fair Succession of a Crown Power 's Soveraign Regalia made th' Inheritance Of Lust and Shame Perhaps a base-got Brood Rais'd up to tread upon the Necks of Honour The Princess Sir that once lov'd Beauty now The universal Hate Phi. Why what of her Dion Is loath'd as much as he Phi. By what strange means Dion She 's known a Whore Phi. Thou liest Dion My Lord Phi. Thou liest And thou shalt feel it I had thought thy Mind Had been of Honour Thus to rob a Lady Of her good Name is an infectious Sin Not to be pardon'd be it false as Hell 'T will never be redeem'd if it be sown Amongst the People fruitful to increase All evil they shall hear Let me alone That I may cut off falshood whilst it springs Set Hills on Hills betwixt me and the Man That utters this and I will scale them all And from the utmost Top fall on his Neck Like Thunder from a Clowd Dion This is most strange Sure he does love her Phi. I do love fair Truth She is my Mistress and who injures her Draws Vengeance from me Sirs let go my Arms. Thra. Nay good my Lord. be patient Cler. Sir remember this is your honour'd Friend That comes to do his Service and will shew you Why he utter'd this Phi. I ask you Pardon Sir My Zeal to Truth made me unmannerly Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you Behind your back untruly I had been As much distemper'd and enrag'd as now Dion But this my Lord is Truth Phi. O say not so good Sir forbear to say so Is it then truth that Woman-kind is false Urge me no more it is impossible Why should you think the Princess light Dion Why she was taken at it Phi. 'T is false by Heaven 't is false It cannot be Can it Speak Gentlemen for Heaven's Love speak Is 't possible can Women all be damn'd Dion Why no my Lord Phi. Why then it cannot be Dion And she was taken with her Boy Phi. What Boy Dion A Page a Boy that serves her Phi. Oh good Gods a little Boy Dion I know you him my Lord Phi. Hell and Sin know him Sir you are deceiv'd I 'll reason it a little coldy with you If she were lustful would she take a Boy That knows not yet desire She would have one Should meet her Thoughts and know the Sin he acts Which is the great delight of Wickedness You are abus'd and so is she and I. Dion How you my Lord Phi. Why all the World 's abus'd In an unjust Report Dion Oh noble Sir your Vertues Can't look into the subtle Thoughts of Woman In short my Lord I took them I my self Phi. Now all the Devils thou didst fly from my Rage Would thou hadst ta'ne Furies ingendring Plagues When thou didst take them hide thee from my Eyes Would thou hadst taken Thunder on thy Breast When thou didst take them or been strucken Dumb For ever that this foul Deed might have slept In silence Thra. Have you known him so ill temper'd Cler Never before Phi. The Winds that are let loose From the Four several Corners of the Earth And spread themselves all over Sea and Land Kiss not a chaste one What Friend bears a Sword To run me through Dion Why my Lord are you so mov'd at this Phi. When any fall from Vertue I am distracted I have an Interest in 't Dion But good my Lord recall your self And think what 's best to be done Phi. I thank you I will do it Please you to leave me I 'll consider of it To-morrow I will find your Lodging forth And give you answer Dion All the Gods direct you The readiest way Thra. He was extream impatient Cler. It was his Virtue and his noble Mind Ex. Dion Cler. Thra. Phi. I had forgot to ask him where he took them I 'll follow him O that I had a Sea Within my Breast to quench the Flames I feel More Circumstances will but fan this Fire It more afflicts me now to know by whom This Deed is done than simply that ' t is done And he that tells me this is honourable As far from lies as she is far from truth O that like Beasts we could not grieve our selves With that we see not Bulls and Rams will fight To keep their Females standing in their sight But take 'em from them and you take at once Their Spleens away and they will fall again To their fair Pastures growing fresh and fat And taste the Waters of the Springs as sweet As 't was before They find no start in sleep Enter Bellario But miserable Man See see you Gods He walks still and the Face you let him wear When he was Innocent is still the same Not blasted Is this Justice Do you mean To intrap Mortality that you allow Treason so smooth a Brow I cannot now Think he is guilty Bel. Health to you my Lord The Princess does commend her Love her Life And this to your dear Hand Phi. Oh Bellario Now I perceive she loves me she does shew it In loving thee my Boy she has made thee brave Bel. My Lord she has attir'd me past my Wish Past my Desert most fit for her Attendant Tho' far unfit for me who do attend Phi. Thou art grown courtly Boy O let all Women That love black Deeds learn to dissemble here Here in this Paper She does write to me As if her Heart were Mines of Adamant To all the World besides but to me only A Maiden-snow that melted with my looks Tell me my Boy how does the Princess use thee For I shall guess
Shames me to speak of Are. Good Sir let me understand you K. If you fear me Shew it me in duty put away that Boy Are. Let me have reason for it Sir and then Your will is my command K. Do not you blush to ask it Cast him off Or I shall do the same to you Are. What have I done my Lord K. 'T is a new Language that all love to learn The common People speak it well already They need no Grammar understand me well There be soul wispers stirring cast him off And suddenly do it Farewel Exit King Are. Where may a Maiden live securely free Keeping her Honour fair Not with the living They feed upon Opinions Errors Dreams And make ' â—m Truths they draw a Nourishment Out of defamings grow upon disgraces And when they see a Virtue fortified Strongly above the batt'ry of their tongues Oh how they cast to sink it and defeated Soul-sick with poison strike the Monuments Where noble Names lie sleeping till they sweat And the cold Marble melt Enter Philaster Phi. Peace to your fairest thoughts my dearest Mistress Are. Oh my dear Servant I have a war within me Phi. He must be more than man that makes those Crystals Run into Rivers sweetest fair the cause And as I am your slâ—â—e tied to your goodness I 'le right your Honour Are. Oh my best Love that Boy Phi. What Boy Are. The pretty Boy you gave me Phi. What of him Are. Must be no more mine Phi. Why Are. They are jealous of him Phi. Jealous who Are. The King Phi. Oh my Fortune Then 't is no idle jealousie Let him go Are. Oh cruel Fate Are you hard-hearted too Who shall now tell you how I love you Who Shall Swear it to you and weep the Tears I send Who shall now bring you Letters Rings and Bracelets Lose his sweet Health in his dear Master's Service Wake tedious Nights in Stories of your Praise Who shall take up his Lute and touch it till He crown a silent Sleep upon my Eye-lids Making me dream and cry Oh my dear Dear Philaster Phi. Oh my Heart Would he had broken thee that made thee know This Lady was not Loyal Mistress forget The Boy I 'll get thee a far better Are. Oh never never such a Boy again As my Bellario Bel. 'T is but your fond Affection Are. With thee my Boy farewel for ever All Secresie in Servants farewel Faith And all desire to do well for it self Let all that shall succeed thee for thy Wrongs Sell and betray chast Love Phi. And all this Passion for a Boy Are. He was your Boy and Sir you put him to me And the loss of such a one must have a mourning for Phi. O thou forgetful Woman Are. How my Lord Phi. False Arethusa Hast thou a Medicine to restore my Wits When I have lost ' em If not leave to talk And do thus Are. Do what Sir Phi. Oh you Gods Give me a worthy Patience Have I stood Naked alone the Shock of many Fortunes Have I seen Mischiefs numberless and mighty Grow like a Sea upon me Have I taken Danger as stern as Death into my Bosom And laught upon it made it but a Mirth And flung it by And must I sink at length Under a Woman's falshood Oh that Boy That cursed Boy none but a Villain Boy To meet your shame Are. Nay then I am betray'd I feel the Plot cast for my overthrow Oh I am wretched Phi. Now you may take your Cicily and Calabria And give 'em to your Joy your darling Joy For I have no Joy left Some distant Place Where never Womankind durst set her Foot For bursting with her Poysons must I seek And live to curse you There dig a Cave and preach to Birds and Beasts What Woman is and help to save them from you How Heaven is in your Eyes but in your Hearts More Hell than Hell has How your Tongues like Scorpions Both heal and poyson How that foolish Man That reads the Story of a Woman's Face And dies believing it is lost for ever How all the Good you have is but a Shadow I' th' Morning with you and at Night behind you Past and forgotten How you are being taken all together A meer Confusion and so dead a Chaos That Love cannot distinguish These sad Texts Till my last Hour I am bound to utter of you So farewel all my Woe all my Delight Exit Phi Are. Be merciful ye Gods and strike me dead What way have I deserv'd this make my Breast Transparent as pure Crystal that the World Jealous of me may see the foulest Thought My Heart holds Where shall a Woman turn her Eyes Enter Bellario To find out constancy Save me how black And guiltily methinks that Boy looks now Oh thou Dissembler that before thou spak'st Wert in thy Cradle false sent to make Lies And betray Innocents Thy Lord and thou May Glory in the Ashes of a Maid Fool'd by her Passion But the Conquest is Nothing so great as wicked Fly away Let my Command force thee to that which Shame Would do without it If thou understoodst The most loath'd Office thou hast undergone Why thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of Hills Lest Men should dig and find thee Bel. Oh! what God Angry with Men has sent this strange Disease Into the noblest Minds Madam this Grief You add to me 's no more than Drops to Seas For which alas they are not seen to swell My Lord has struck his Anger through my Heart And let out all the hope of future Joys You need not bid me flie I came to part To take my latest leave Farewel for ever I durst not run away in honesty From such a Lady like a Boy that stole Or made some grievous Fault The Power of Gods Assist you in your Sufferings hasty time Reveal the Truth to your abus'd dear Lord And mine That he may know your worth whilst I Go seek out some forgotten Place to die Ex. Bel. Are. Peace guide thee Thou hast overthrown me once Yet if I had another Troy to lose Thou or another Traytor with thy looks Might talk me out of it and send me naked My Hair dishevel'd through the fiery Streets Enter a Lady La. Madam the King would hunt and calls for you Are. I am in tune to hunt Diana if thou canst rage with a Maid As with a Man let me discover thee Bathing and turn me to some fearful Hind That I may dye pursued by cruel Hounds And have my Story written in my Wounds Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter King Pharamond Arethusa Galatea Megra Dion Cleremont Trasilin and Attendants King VVHat are the Hounds before and all the Woodmen Dion All Sir King You 're cloudy Sir Come we have forgotten your venial Trespass let not that sit heavy to Phar. upon your Spirit None dare utter it Dion He looks like an old surfeited Stallion after his leaping Dull as a Dormouse See how he sinks
Age of woe Areth. Is Death the only cure No healing Balm For thy sick mind but the cold sleep of Death Phil. Oh Never never No thou fair destroyer Beyond the Grave there 's Peace on this side none Areth. But will there be no Slanders No Jealousies in th' other World no ill there Phil. None Areth. Then thus to that blest World I 'll lead the way Falls on his Sword Phil. Horror and Furies What has thy rash Hand done Areth. Sought Peace and found it The unkind World and thy unkinder Jealousie Had barr'd all Joys on Earth and therefore what Life has not I have woo'd kind Death to give me But Oh my unkind unbelieving Lord Shall I be Innocent now Phil. Innocent Thou fairest whiteness dearest Angel Martyr More Heav'n than all Heav'n holds Areth. Then I am happy But does my kind Lord weep Now you 're too good Oh my Philaster one rich Pearl from those Dear Eyes o'er-pays the worthless Life that buys it My Veins are all too poor for such a Purchase Phil. But Oh this crimson Stream Dear all Divine Cou'd nothing but thy Death convert an Infidel Areth. Call it not Death when it brings back thy Heart For Oh what vaster Charms 'tis to dye lov'd Then to live hated But I care no more Cherish my Memory when I am Dust And I shall sleep all Blest Faints away as if she dyed Phil. And I wake damn'd She 's gone She 's gone Yes thou Barbarian Brute The fairest Truth that monster Man e're wrong'd Has mounted Heav'n to leave eternal Hells The just Reward of an ungrateful Infidel Thou dear Remains Of the most faithful Love if from these cold Cold Lips such Guilt as mine dare steal a kiss 'T is my last Crime and I shall Sin no more Kneels to kiss her Enter Bellario Bell. 'T was too unkind thou pityless Bellario To leave thy poor Lords Heart thus wrackt thus tortur'd And all for a rash Vow No I 'll return and fall at his dear Feet Own my true Sex and cure his wounded Peace Phil. Sweets Divine Sweets But if in Death so fragrant Oh what eternal Roses had those dear Lips bloom'd had the fair Tree but lived to bear 'em But does her Murtherer live This fatal point All reeking with the Blood of Sacred Innocence Dares Guilt and Treason live No thou crown'd Saint Look down and see this just pursuing Vengeance Goes to fall on his Sword Bellario beats it away Bell. Heav'n guard my Noble Lord Good Gods my Royal Mistriss Murder'd Phil. Murder'd Bellario by this curst hand Murder'd Bell. Oh what has your transported frenzy done The fairest Virtue and the tenderest Love That e'er blest Man how has thy Rage rewarded Phil. Yes how indeed Bellario Bell. Cruel Prince When shall I sound in thy alarmed Ears The story of her Wrongs which this curst Tongue Now comes to speak too late Phil. No more no more Call not my torturing Shame to my remembrance For I have been false to a pair of the most trusty ones That ever the Earth bore For which my Soul Must sink as low in Hell as that fair Saint Sits high in Heav'n But give me back that Instrument of Death That I may rip this bloody Tygers heart out A sacrifice to that dear Martyr'd Innocence Enter Thraselin Cleremont and Woodmen Trasil What do we see Phil. A sight would blast a Cannibal Oh Gentlemen If you have hearts that can weep Blood now look down And melt 'em there Cleremon Good Gods the Princess Murder'd Phil. My Arm prevented Yes the Gods are just By my own hand like an old Roman Fall Had been a Fate to Glorious No Arethusa now I 'll do thee nobler Justice Jayls and Dungeons A Headsman and an Ax Scaffolds and Pinnacles Recorded shame and ever branding Infamy Come Sirs make short your weeping Ceremonies For you have more important Work to do Take up that load of Honour and perform This cruel Duty to your King Bear that Too killing Object to a mourning Father And with her this vile Brand of black Damnation Then for her last just Rites the opening Veins Of her curst Murderer erect a Scaffold High as the Clouds and sound a Trump so loud If possible the Summon'd World may call Invite 'em to a Feast and Gorge 'em all Exeunt Philaster and Amendants carrying off the Princess Bell. Sola Why was I born for the accursed Cause Of all this heap of Ruines Poor Philaster Thine's but the Hand and Sword 't is I am the Murderer For Oh with one kind word one gentle Breath How had I stopt this hideous Scene of Death But 't is too late the golden Minute 's fled Undone Philaster thy too dear lov'd Head How have I wrapt in everlasting Woe But is the bitter Draught all thine Oh no! The Druggs the Gall and Poyson fill'd by me I mixt it and must drink more deep than thee Exit The End of the Fourth ACT. ACT V. Enter Dion Trasilin Cleremont Thra. THe Princess dead And by Philaster's hand Nay and what 's worse to yield himself a Prisoner To run into the Jaws of yawning Death His offer'd Throat so tame a Sacrifice Cler. Ay Gentlemen given up into the Hands Of the enraged King whose threatning Arm of Vengeance Hangs o'er his Head like a prodigious Meteor And now too late what Power what help can save him Alas what hopes Thra. Hopes Truly none at all Nay were there hopes has not himself destroy'd ' em Is there that Sword wou'd strike for his deliverance That himself has not chain'd the hand should draw it Has not his own accusing Tongue so blacken'd him Painted her Murder with a face so monstrous As lulls his sleeping Friends into a Lethargy Till scarce their Pity wakes to mourn him lost A Womans Death A Deed of that dishonour Dion Dishonour Hold my Masters you 're a little Too hot and run too fast He has kill'd a Woman True and the story sounds at the first hearing A Deed below a Man much more a Prince Well but what Woman has he kill'd How kill'd her Ay there 's the Point my Friends No doubt he took her Seiz'd the fair Brute with all her bestial shame In the foul Deed with her lascivious Boy And with the falling weight of Sacred Justice Roll'd like a Bolt of Royal Thunder down And crush'd th' engendring Basilisk Thra. Fy my Lord How can you load her Name with so much Infamy When his own free Confession has proclaim'd her All Innocence all Saint Dion All Rage all Frenzy The common Lunacy of doating Fools Honour and Vengeance struck the noble blow And whining Love denies it To be short He wrongs himself and Us and all Mankind And 't is high time to undeceive the World Now Gentlemen if I 've spoke Reason Cler. Reason By this fair Light you breath the voice of Oracles Which every honest heart must hear and reverence Dion Say are we Men then Thra. All that Hands and Hearts Resolv'd