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You have put hills of fire into this breast,
Coun. God uds? me, I understand you not ; Not to be quench'd with tears; for which may but guilt
I know the rogue has hurt you. Sit on your bosoms! at your meals and beds Phi. Pursue thy own affairs : It will be ill Despair await you! What! before my face? To multiply blood upon my head; Poison of asps between your lips! Diseases Which thou wilt force me to. Be your best issues! Nature make a curse, Coun. I know not your rhetoric; but I can lay And throw it on you!
it on, if you touch the woman. [They fight. Are. Dear Philaster, leave
Phi. Slave, take what thou deservest. To be enraged, and hear me.
Are. Heavens guard my lord ! Phi. I have done :
Coun. Oh, do you breathe ? Forgive my passion. Not the calmed sea,
Phi. I hear the tread of people. I am hurt: When Æolus locks up his windy brood,
The gods take part against me. Could this boor Is less disturb'd than I : I'll make you know it. Have held me thus else? I must shift for life, Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword,
Though I do loathe it. I would find a course And search how temperate a heart I have; To lose it rather by my will, than force. Then you, and this your boy, may live and reign
[Exit PHILASTER. In lust without control. Wilt thou, Bellario? I pr’ythee kill me: thou art poor, and may'st Coun. I cannot follow the rogue. I pray thee, Nourish ambitious thoughts when I am dead: wench, come and kiss me now. This way were freer. Am I raging now? If I were mad I should desire to live.
Enter PHARAMOND, Diox, CLEREMONT, and Sirs, feel my pulse: whether have you known
Pha. What art thou ?
Coun. Almost kill'd I am for a foolish woman; Phi. You will not kill me, then ?
a knave has hurt her. Are. Kill you?
Pha. The princess, gentlemen! Where's tho Bel. Not for a world.
wound, madam ? Phi. I blame not thee,
Is it dangerous ? Bellario: thou hast done but that, which gods
Are. He has not hurt me. Would have transformed themselves to do. Be
Coun. l' faith she lies; he has hurt her in the Leave me without reply ; this is the last (gone;
look else. Of all our meeting.. [Exit BELLARIO.]-Kill me
Pha. Oh, sacred spring of innocent blood! with this sword;
Dion. 'Tis above wonder! Who should dare Be wise, or worse will follow. We are two
this? Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do,
Are. I felt it not. Or suffer,
Pha. Speak, villain, who has hurt the princess? Are. If my fortune be so good to let me fall
Coun. Is it the princess ? Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death.
Dion. Ay. Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders,
Coun. Then I have seen something yet.
Pha. But who has hurt her?
Coun. I told you, a rogue; I ne'er saw him beAre. Show me, then, the way.
fore, I. Phi. Then guide my feeble hand, [Draws.
Pha. Madam, who did it? You that have power to do it, for I must
Are. Some dishonest wretch; Perform a piece of justice !-If your youth
Alas! I know him not, and do forgive him. Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers
Coun. He's hurt too; he cannot go far. I Short and effectual reconcile you to it.
made my father's old fox fly about his ears. Are. I am prepared.
Pha. How, will you have me kill him?
Are. Not at all;
'Tis some distracted fellow. Coun. I'll see the king, if he be in the forest.
Pha. By this hand, I'll leave ne'er a piece of I have hunted him these two hours; if I should
him bigger than a nut, and bring him all to you come home and not see him, my sisters would
in my hat. laugh at me. I can see nothing but people better
Are. Nay, good sir, horsed than myself, that outride
me; I can hear If you do take him, bring him quick 3 to me, nothing but shouting. These kings had need of
And I will study for a punishment good brains; this whooping is able to put a mean
Great as his fault.
Pha. I will. man out of his wits. There's a courtier with his
Are. But swear. sword drawn; by this hand, upon a woman, I think.
Pha. By all my love, I will.—Woodmen, conPhi. Are you at peace ?
duct the princess to the king, and bear the Are. With heaven and earth.
wounded fellow to dressing.--Come, gentlemen, Phi. May they divide thy soul and body!
we'll follow the chase close. [Wounds her.
[Exeunt all but second Woodman and Coun. Hold, dastard, strike a woman! Thou
Countryman. art a craven, I warrant thee: Thou would'st be loath to play half a dozen of venies at wasters 1 Coun. I pray you, friend, let me see the king. with a good fellow for a broken head.
2 Wood. That you shall, and receive thanks. Phi. Leave us, good friend.
Coun. If I get clear with this, I'll go to see no Are. What ill-bred man art thou, to intrude more gay sights.
[Exeunt. thyself Upon our private sports, our recreations?
1 uds-judge. (?)
2 for-broadsword. I venies at wasters-bouts at cudgels.
ACT IV.-SCENE IV.
Enter PHARAMOND, Dion, CLEREMONT, and
Pha. To this place we have track'd him by
his blood. Enter BELLARIO, and lies down.
Cle. Yonder, my lord, creeps one away.
Dion. Stay, sir! what are you? Bel. A heaviness near death sits on my brow,
Bel. A wretched creature wounded in these And I must sleep. Bear me, thou gentle bank,
woods For ever, if thou wilt. You sweet ones all,
By beasts. Relieve me, if your names be men, Let me unworthy press you: I could wish, Or I shall perish. I rather were a corse strew'd o'er with you,
Dion. This is he, my lord, Than quick above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes, Upon my soul, that hurt her. 'Tis the boy, And I am giddy. Oh that I could take
That wicked boy, that served her. So sound a sleep, that I might never wake!
Pha. Oh, thou damn'd in thy creation! What [Falls asleep.
cause could'st thou shape to hurt the princess ? Enter PHILASTER.
Bel. Then I am betray'd.
Dion. Betrayed! no, apprehended. Phi. I have done ill; my conscience calls me Bel. I confess, false,
Urge it no more, that, big with evil thoughts,
This weary flesh with tortures.
Pha. Revenge! for what? Should be so sound; and mine, whom thou hast Bel. It pleased her to receive wrong'd,
[Cry within. Me as her page, and, when my fortunes ebb’d, So broken.-Hark! I am pursued. Ye gods, That men strid o'er them careless, she did shower I'll take this offer'd means of my escape :
Her welcome graces on me, and did swell They have no mark to know ine, but my wounds, My fortunes, till they overflow'd their banks, If she be true; if false, let mischief light
Threat ning the men that crost 'em; when as On all the world at once! Sword, print my swift wounds
As storms arise at sea, she turn'd her eyes Upon this sleeping boy! I have none, I think, To burning suns upon me, and did dry Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. The stream she had bestow'd; leaving me worse
(Wounds BELLARIO. And more contemn'd, than other little brooks, Bel. Oh! death, I hope, is come. Blest be Because I had been great. In short, I knew that band.
I could not live, and therefore did desire
[Falls. Pha. If tortures can be found,
The utmost rigour. Is he that struck thee: take thy full revenge ;
[PHILASTER creeps out of a bush. Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death :
Cle. Help to lead him hence. I'll teach thee to revenge. This luckless hand Phi. Turn back, you ravishers of innocence! Wounded the princess, tell my followers,' Know ye the price of that you bear away Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, So rudely? And I will second thee: get a reward.
Pha. Who's that ? Bel. Fly, fly, my lord, and save yourself.
Dion. 'Tis the Lord Philaster. Phi. How's this?
Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all kings in one, Wouldst thou I should be safe?
The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl Bel. Else were it vain
That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh down For me to live. These littlo wounds I have, That virtue! It was I that hurt the princess. Have not bled much; reach me that noble hand; | Place me, some god, upon a pyramid, I'll help to cover you.
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice Phi. Art thou true to me?
Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence Bel. Or let me perish loath'd! Come, my good I may discourse to all the under-world lord,
The worth that dwells in him!
Weary of life, that would be glad to die.
[PHILASTER creeps into a bush. Phi. By all the oaths that men ought most to Within. Follow, follow, follow! that way they keep,
And gods do punish most when men do break, Bel. With my own wounds I'll bloody my own He touch'd her not.—Take heed, Bellario, sword.
How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows
shown That I can stand no longer.
With perjury.-By all that's good, 'twas I!
Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge.
Cle. It was Philaster.
Dion. Is't not a brave boy?
AOT V.-SCENE II.
Enter PHILASTER, ARETHUSA, and BELLARIO. Phi. Then show it: Some good body lend a hand to draw us nea
Are. Nay, dear Philaster, grieve not; we are
well. Would you have tears shed for you when you
Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear; we are wondie?
drous well. Then lay me gently on his neck, that there
Phi. Oh, Arethusa! oh, Bellario! I may weep floods, and breathe forth my spirit.
Leave to be kind : 'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold Lock'd in the heart of earth, can buy away
I shall be shut from heaven, as now from earth,
If you continue so. I am a man, This armful from me. This had been a ransom
False to a pair of the most trusty ones To have redeem'd the great Augustus Cæsar,
That ever earth bore: can it bear us all ? Had he been taken. You hard-hearted men,
Forgive and leave me! But the king hath sent More stony than these mountains, can you see
To call me to my death; oh, show it me, Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your
And then forget me! And for thee, my boy, flesh
I shall deliver words will mollify To stop his life? To bind whose bitter wounds,
The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their
Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing tears
Worthy your noble thoughts. 'Tis not a life; Bathe 'em.-Forgive me, thou that art the wealth
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. Of poor Philaster!
Should I outlive you, I should then outlive
If ever I shall close these eyes but once,
May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste my limbs to nothing!
Are. And I (the wofullst maid that ever was,
Forced with my hands to bring my lord to death) King. The fellow, that did fight with him, will tell us that.
Do, by the honour of a virgin, swear Are. Ah me! I know he will.
To tell no hours beyond it.
Phi. Make me not hated so.
Are. Come from this prison, all joyful to our
deaths. He was disguised. Phi. I was so.--Oh, my stars!
Phi. People will tear me, when they find ye true That I should live still.
To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath'd. King. Thou ambitious fool!
Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I Thou hast laid a train for thy own life!
For ever sleep forgotten with my faults! Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk.
Every just servant, every maid in love,
Will have a piece of me, Bear them to prison.
ye be true.
Are. My dear lord, say not so.
Bel. A piece of you?
He was not born of woman that can cut I should to earth go weeping. Grant me, then
It and look on. (By all the love a father bears his child), Their custodies, and that I may appoint
Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you, for my
heart Their tortures and their deaths.
Will break with shame and sorrow. Dion. Death? Soft! our law will not reach that for this fault.
Are. Why, 'tis well.
Bel. Lament no more. King. 'Tis granted; take 'em to you, with a guard.—
Phi. What would you have done Come, princely Pharamond, this business past,
If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found We may with more security go on
Your life no price, compared to inine ? For love,
sirs, To your intended match.
Cle. I pray that this action lose not Philaster Deal with me truly. the hearts of the people.
Bel. 'Twas mistaken, sir. Dion. Fear it not; their over-wise heads will
Phi. Why, if it were ? think it but a trick.
Bel. Then, sir, we would have ask'd you pardon.
Bel. We would, my lord.
Phi. Forgive me, then.
Are. So, so.
Bel. 'Tis as it should be now.
[Ezeunt Thra. Has the king sent for him to death? Dion. Yes; but the king must know 'tis not in his power to war with Heaven.
ACT V.-SCENE III. Cle. We linger time; the king sent for Philaster and the headsman an hour ago.
A State-room in the Palace. Thra. Are all his wounds well?
Dion. All; they were but scratches; but the Enter King, Dion, CLEREMONT, and TARASTLINE loss of blood made him faint.
King. Gentlemen, who saw the prince ?
Cle. So please you, sir, he's gone to see the city, Dion. Wo’ll scuffle hard, before he perish.
And the new platform, with some gentlemen Chaf'd among dogs, or robb’d of his dear young, Attending on him.
The same, enforced more terrible, more mighty, King. Is the princess ready
Expect from me! To bring her prisoner out?
Are. Sir, by that little life I have left to swear by, Thra. She waits your grace.
There's nothing that can stir me from myself. King. Tell her we stay.
What I have done, I have done without repentDion. King, you may be deceived yet: [.4side. ance; The head you aim at cost more setting on For death can be no bugbear unto me, Than to be lost so lightly. If it must off,
So long as Pharamond is not my heartsman. Like a wild overflow, that swoops before him Dion. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy A golden stack, and with it shakes down bridges, maid, Cracks the strong hearts of pines, whose cable roots Whene'er thou diest! For this time I'll excuse Held out a thousand storms, a thousand thunders, thee, And, so made mightier, takes whole villages Or be thy prologue. Upon his back, and, in that heat of pride,
Phi. Sir, let me speak dext; Charges strong towns, towers, castles, palaces, And let my dying words be better with you And lays them desolate; so shall thy head, Than my dull living actions. If you aim Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands, At the dear life of this sweet innocent, That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice, You are a tyrant and a savage monster; In thy red ruins.
Your memory shall be as foul behind you, Enter PHILASTER, ARETHUSA, and BELLARIO in a
As you are, living; all your better deeds robe and garland.
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble;
No chronicle shall speak you, though your own, King, How now! what a masque is this? But for the shame of men. No monument Bel. Right royal sir, I should
(Though high and big as Pelion) shall be able Sing you an epithalamium of these lovers,
To cover this base murder. Make it rich But, having lost my best airs with my fortunes,
With brass, with purest gold, and shining jasper, And wanting a celestial harp to strike
Like the pyramids; lay on epitaphs, This blessed union on, thus in glad story
Such as make great men gods; my little marble I give you all. Those two fair cedar branches, The noblest of the mountain, where they grew
(That only clothes my ashes, not my faults)
Shall far outshine it. And, for after issues, Straightest and tallest, under whose still shades
Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms, The worthier beasts have made their lairs, and
That they will give you more for your mad rage slept Free from the Sirian' star, and the fell thunder- | Yourself, that in his birth shall strangle you.
Tocut off, unless it be somesnake, or something like stroke, Free from the clouds,
Remember my father, king! There was a fault,
But I forgive it. Let that sin persuade you When they were big with humour, and deliver'd,
To love this lady: if you have a soul, In thousand spouts, their issues to the earth :
Think, save her, and be saved. For myself, Oh, there was none but silent quiet there !
I have so long expected this glad hour, Till never-pleased Fortune shot up shrubs,
So languish'd under you, and daily wither'd, Base under-brambles, to divorce these branches;
That, Heaven knows, it is a joy to die;
I find a recreation in't.
Enter a Messenger.
King. Here. And now a gentle gale hath blown again,
Mes. Get you to your strength, That made these branches meet, and twine to And rescue the prince Pharamond from danger: gether,
He's taken prisoner by the citizens,
Dion. Oh, brave followers!
In honour of your mistresses.
[weapons Are. Sir, if you love it, in plain truth (For now there is no masking in't) this gentleman,
Enter another Messenger. The prisoner that you gave me, is become
Mes. Arm, arm, arın! My keeper, and through all the bitter throes
King. A thousand devils take 'em! Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him, Dion. A thousand blessings on 'em! Thus nobly hath he struggled, and at length Mes. Arm, O king! The city is in mutiny, Arrived here my dear husband.
Led by an old grey ruffian, who comes on King. Your dear husband !
In rescue of the lord Philaster.
[Erit. Call in the captain of the citadel ;
King. Away to th' citadel: I'll see them safe, There you shall keep your wedding. I'll provide And then cope with these burghers. Let the guard A masque shall make your Hymen turn his
saffron And all the gentlemen give strong attendance. Into a sullen coat, and sing sad requiems
[Exit with ARETHUSA, PHILASTER, BELLARIO, To your departing souls. Blood shall put out
guarded. Your torches; and, instead of gaudy flowers Cle. The city up! this was above our wishes. About your wanton necks, an axe shall hang Dion. Ay, and the marriage too. By my life, Like a prodigious meteor,
This noble lady has deceived us all. Ready to crop your loves' sweets. Hear, ye gods !
A plague upon myself, a thousand plagues, From this time do I shake all title off
For having such unworthy thoughts of her dear of father to this woman, this base woman;
honour! And what there is of vengeance, in a lion
2 foremen-see note 9, col. 1, next page.
Oh, I could beat myself ! or, do you beat me, And though I find it last, and beaten to it,
And be what you were born to. Take your love, Dion. You say true. Are your swords sharp? And with her my repentance, all my wishes, Well, my dear countrymen, What-ye-lacks, if | And all my prayers. By the gods, my heart you continue, and fall not back upon the first speak this; broken skin, I'll have you chronicled and chro And if the least fall from me not perform'd, nicled, and cut and chronicled, and sung in all- May I be struck with thunder! to-be-praised sonnets, and graveda in new brave Phi. Mighty sir, ballads, that all tongues shall troules you in I will not do your greatness so much wrong, sæcula sæculorum,“ my kind can-carriers.
As not to make your word truth. Free the Thra. What if a toys take 'em i' th' heels now, princess, and they run all away, and cry, 'The devil take And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock the hindmost?'
Of this mad sea-breach; which I'll either turn, Dion. Then the same devil take the foremost Or perish with it. too, and souse him for his breakfast! If they all King. Let your own word free them. prove cowards, my curses fly amongst them, and Phi. Then thus I take my leave, kissing your be speeding! May they have murrains rain to hand, keep the gentlemen at home, unbound in easy And hanging on your royal word. Be kingly, frieze! May the moths branch their velvets, And be not moved, sir : I shall bring you peace, and their silks only be worn before sore eyes! Or never bring myself back. May their false lights undo 'em, and discover King. All the gods go with thee! [Exeunt. presses, holes, stains, and oldness in their stuffs, and make them shop-rid! May they keep whores and horses, and break; and live mewed up with
ACT V.-SCENE IV. necks of beef and turnips! May they have many
A Street. children, and none like the father! May they know no language but that gibberish they prattle Enter an old Captain and Citizens, with to their parcels; unless it be the goatish' Latin
PHARAMOXD. they write in their bonds; and may they write that false, and lose their debts!
Cap. Come, my brave myrmidons, let us fall on!
Let our caps swarm, my boys, and your nimble Enter the KING.
tongues King. Now the vengeance of all the gods con
Forget your mother gibberish, of what do you
lack' hum they raise! Devils choke your wild throats! Fall frighted, half a fathom past the curu found them; how they swarm together! What a
And set your mouths up, children, till your palates If a man had need to use their valours, he must
Of bay-salt and gross pepper. And then cry pay a brokage for it, and then bring 'em on, and
Philaster! brave Philaster! Let Philaster they will fight like sheep.. 'Tis Philaster, none but Philaster, must allay this heat. They will not
Be deeper in request, my ding-dongs, hear me speak, but fling dirt at me, and call me
My pairs of dear indentures, kings of clubs, '
Than your cold water-camlets, or your paintings tyrant. Oh, run, dear friend, and bring the lord Philaster. Speak him fair; call him prince; do Spitted? with copper. Let not your hasty silks,
Or your branch'd cloth of bodkin, or your tissues, him all the courtesy you can; commend me to
Dearly beloved of spiced cake and custard, him! Oh, my wits, my wits! [Exit CLEREMONT. Dion. Oh, my brave countrymen! as I live, i Your Robinhoods, Scarlets and Johns,* tie your
affections will not buy a pin out of your walls for this.
In darkness to your shops. No, dainty duckers, 5 Nay, you shall cozen me, and I'll thank you; and send you brawn and bacon, and soil ® you every
Up with your three-piled spirits, your wrought
valours; long vacation a brace of foremen, that at Michaelmas shall come up fat and kicking.
And let your uncut choler make the king feel King. What they will do with this poor prince The measure of your mightiness. Philaster! the gods know, and I fear.
Cry, my rose-nobles, cry!
All. Philaster! Philaster! Dion. Why, sir, they'll flay him, and make church-buckets on's skin, to quench rebellion ;
Cap. How do you like this, my lord prince? then clap a rivet in's sconce, and hang him up
These are mad boys, I tell you: these are things for a sign.
That will not strike their top-sails to a foist;8
And let a man-of-war, an argosy,
1 clubs—the favourite weapons of the apprentices. To bring a greater danger. Be yourself
2 Spitted-grossly stitched.-COTGRAVE. Still sound amongst diseases. I have wrong'd * cloth of boukin (or bandkin)--the richest kind of stuff, you,
the web being gold, and the woof silk, with embroidery. -NARES, who derives it from Bagdad.
4 Scarlet and John were two of Robin Hood's favourite 1 What-ye-lacks — i.e. shopkeepers, from the phrase dependents. they used to passers-by.
duckers—those who duck or bow, cringers. 2 graved-Dyce reads bauled.
6 three-piled-applied originally to velvet, and used 3 iroule or troul—to push about the glass in drinking; metaphorically for anything of superior quality. here to sing, or push about the song.
A rose-noble was a gold coin, originally struck in 4 To all eternity.'
Edward in's reign, and stamped with a rose, worth 5 toy--whim.-DYCE.
6s. 8d.; in our author's time worth far more.-WEBER. 6 branch-cut into branches or figures.
6 foist—a small vessel with sails and oars: fuste in goatish.-Gothic is another reading; goatish means French. The text evidently alludes to the Lord Mayor's rank, barbarous.
or any other barge gorgeously painted, in reference to 6 soil-fatten.
the gaudy apparel and effeminacy of Pharamond. foremen-Dyce thinks this a cant term for geese. cry cockles, according to Grose, is to be hanged. Hull 10 sconce-head.
means to float.