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Pha. Why, you rude slave, do you know what Pha. Good gods, consider me! I shall be tor

tured. Cap. My pretty prince of puppets, we do know; 1 Cit. Captain, I'll give you the trimmings of And give your greatness warning, that you talk your two-hand sword, No more such bug-words, or that soldered crown And let me have his skin to make false scabbards. Shall be scratch'd with a musquet. Dear prince 2 Cit. He has no horns, sir, has he? Pippin,

Cap. No, sir, he's a pollard. What wouldst Down with your noble blood; or, as I live,

thou do I'll have you coddled.-Let him loose, my spirits! With horns ?. Make us a round ring with your bills, a my Hectors, 1 Cit. Oh, if he had, I would have made And let us see what this trim man dares do. Rare hafts and whistles of 'em; but his shin-bones, Now, sir, have at you! Here I lie,

If they be sound, shall serve me. And with this swashing blow (do you see, sweet prince?)

Enter PHILASTER. I could hock your grace, and hang you up cross All. Long live Philaster, the brave prince Philegg'd,

laster! Like a hare at a poulter's, and do this with this Phi. I thank you, gentlemen. But why are these wiper.

Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your Pha. You will not see me murder'd, wicked hands villains ?

Uncivil trades? 1 Cit. Yes, indeed, will we, sir. We have not Cap. My royal Rosiclear,? . seen one for a great while.

We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy roarers ! Cap. He would have weapons, would he ? And when thy noble body is in durance, Give him a broadside, my brave boys, with your Thus do we clap our musty murrionsa on, pikes;

And trace the streets in terror. Is it peace, Branch me his skin in flowers like a sattin, Thou Mars of men ? is the king sociable, And between every flower a mortal cut.

And bids thee live? art thou above thy foemen, Your royalty shall ravel! Jag him, gentlemen: And free as Phoebus? Speak. If not, this stand I'll have him cut to the kell,3 then down the seams. Of royal blood shall be abroach, a-tilt, Oh, for a whip to make him galloon-laces ! And run even to the lees of honour. I'll have a coach-whip.

Phi. Hold, and be satisfied; I am myself; Pha. Oh, spare me, gentlemen!

Free as my thoughts are. By the gods, I am. Cap. Hold, hold;

Cap. Art thou the dainty darling of the king? The man begins to fear, and know himself; Art thou the Hylas to our Hercules? He shall for this time only be seel'dup, Do the lords bow, and the regarded scarlets With a feather through his nose, that he may only Kiss their gumm'd golls, and cry, "We are your See heaven, and think whither he's going. Nay, servants?' My beyond-sea sir, we will proclaim you. You Is the court navigable, and the presence stuck would be king!

With flags of friendship? If not, we are thy Thou tender heir-apparent to a church-ale, s

castle, Thou slight prince of single sarcenet;

And this man sleeps. Thou royal ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing

Phi. I am what I do desire to be, your friend; But poor men's poultry, and have every boy I am what I was born to be, your prince. Beat thee from that too with his bread and butter! Pha. Sir, there is some humanity in you;

Pha. Gods keep me from these hell-hounds! You have a noble soul; forget my name, 2 Cit. Shall's geld him, captain ?

And know my misery. Set me safe abroad Cap. No, you shall spare his dowcets, my dear From these wild cannibals, and, as I live, donsels."

I'll quit this land for ever. There is nothing, As you respect the ladies, let them flourish: Perpetual imprisonment, cold, hunger, sickness The curses of a longing woman kill

Of all sorts, of all dangers, and all together, As speedy as a plague, boys.

The worst company of the worst men, madness, 1 Cit. I'll have a leg, that's certain.

age, 2 Cit. I'll have an arm.

To be as many creatures as a woman, 3 Cit. I'll have his nose, and at mine own charge And do as all they do; nay, to despair; build

But I would rather make it a new nature, A college, and clap it upon the gate.

And live with all those, than endure one hour 4 Cit. I'll have his little gut to string a kit 8 with; Amongst these wild dogs. For, certainly, a royal gut will sound like silver. Phi. I do pity you.- Friends, discharge your

Pha, 'Would they were in thy belly, and I past fears; My pain once!

Deliver me the prince: I'll warrant you, 5 Cit. Good captain, let me have his liver to feed I shall be old enough to find my safety. ferrets.

3 Cit. Good sir, take heed he does not hurt you: Cap. Who will have parcels else? speak. He is a fierce man, I can tell you, sir.

Cap. Prince, by your leave, I'll have a sur

cingle, I bug-words-ugly words, calculated to frighten and And mail you like a hawk. disgust; same as bug in bug-bear.

2 bills-pikes or halberds. a kell-eaul.

1 scel'd-a term in falconry. When a hawk is first taken, Rosiclear was a knight of romance, brother to the a thread is run through its eyelids, so that she may see Knight of the Sun. very little, to make her the better endure the hood. 2 murrions or morions - steel caps or plain open THEOBALD.

helmets.--NARES. Schurch-alema church festival.

golls_hands or paws, which they gummed with some & ring-tail-a sort of kite with a whitish tail.—THEO kind of perfuine. JALD

4 surcingle generally means the cincture or girdle of * donsels-youths; old Fr. damoisel, low Lat. domi a cassock, but Weber thinks it here means the hood in cellus.

which the hawk was mailed or shrouded; Dyce thinks Skit-a small violin.

the Captain merely means to say he would pinion him,


Phi. Away, away; there is no danger in him: Meg. Others took me, and I took her and him
Alas, he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. At that all women may be ta'en some time.
Look ye, friends, how gently he leads. Upon Ship us all four, my lord; we can endure
my word,

Weather and wind alike.
He's tame enough, he needs no further watching. King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me for
Good my friends, go to your houses,

And by me have your pardons, and my love; Are. This earth, how false it is! What means
And know there shall be nothing in my power

is left for me
You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes. To clear myself? It lies in your belief.
To give you more thanks, were to flatter you. My lords, believe me; and let all things else
Continue still your love; and, for an earnest, Struggle together to dishonour me.
Drink this.

Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great king, that I may
All. Long may'st thou live, brave prince! brave speak
prince! brave prince!

As freedom would; then I will call this lady [Exeunt PHILASTER and PHARAMOND. As base as are lier actions! Hear me, sir : Cap. Go thy ways! Thou art the king of Believe your heated blood when it rebels courtesy !

Against your reason, sooner than this lady. Fall off again, my sweet youths. Come,

Meg. By this good light, he bears it handAnd every man trace to his house again,

somely, And hang his pewter up; then to the tavern, Phi. This lady? I will sooner trust the wind And bring your wives in muffs. We will have With feathers, or the troubled sea with pearl, music;

Than her with any thing. Believe her not! And the red grape shall make us dance, and rise, Why, think you, if I did believe her words, boys.

[Exeunt. I would outlive 'em? Honour cannot take

Revenge on you; then, what were to be known

But death?

King. Forget her, sir, since all is knit

Between us. But I must request of you
The Palace.

One favour, and will sadly be denied.

Phi. Command, whate'er it be. CLEREMONT, Dion, THRASILINE, BELLARIO, To what you promise.

King. Swear to be true and Attendants.

Phi. By the powers above,
King. Is it appeas'a ?

Let it not be the death of her or him,
Dion. Sir, all is quiet as the dead of night, And it is granted.
As peaceable as sleep. My lord Philaster

King. Bear away that boy
Brings on the prince himself.

To torture: I will have her cleard or buried. King. Kind gentlemen!

Phi. Oh, let me call my words back, worthy I will not break the least word I have given

sir ! In promise to him: I have heap'd a world Ask something else! Bury my life and right Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope

In one poor grave; but do not take away
To wash away.

My life and fame at once.

King. Away with him! It stands irrevocable.

Phi. Turn all your eyes on me : Here stands Cle. My lord is come.

a man, King. My son !

The falsest and the basest of this world.
Blest be the time, that I have leave to call Set swords against this breast, some honest man,
Such virtue mine! Now thou art in mine arms, For I have lived till I am pitied!
Methinks I have a salve unto my breast,

My former deeds were hateful, but this last
For all the stings that dwell there. Streams of Is pitiful; for I, unwillingly,

Have given the dear preserver of my life That I have wrong'd thee, and as much of joy Unto his torture! Is it in the power That I repent it, issue from mine eyes :

Of flesh and blood to carry this, and live ? Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take

[Offers to kill himself. her; She is thy right too; and forget to urge

Are. Dear sir, be patient yet! Oh, stay that My vexed soul with that I did before.

hand. Phi. Sir, it is blotted from my memory,

King. Sirs, strip that boy.
Past and forgotten.-For you, prince of Spain, Dion. Come, sir; your tender flesh
Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave Will try your constancy.
To make an honourable voyage home.

Bel. On, kill me, gentlemen!
And if you would go furnish'd to your realm Dion. No!-Help, sirs.
With fair provision, I do see a lady,

Bel. Will you torture me ?
Methinks, would gladly bear you company: King. Haste there!
How like you this piece?

Why stay you?
Meg. Sir, he likes it well;

Bel. Then I shall not break my vow, For be bath tried it, and found it worth

You know, just gods, though I discover all. His princely liking.

King. How's that? Will be confess ? I know your meaning. I am not the first

Dion. Sir, so he says. That Nature taught to seek a fellow forth:

King. Speak then.
Can shame remain perpetually in me,

Bel. Great king, if you command
And not in others ? or, have princes salves This lord to talk with me alone, my tongue,
To cure ill names, that meaner people want? Urged by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts

Phi. What mean you?
Meg. You must get another ship,
To bear the princess and her boy together.

I will sadly be denied--shall be very sorry to be denied.
Dion. How now!


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My youth hath known; and stranger things than Are. And for me, these

I have a power to pardon sins, as oft You hear not often.

As any man has power to wrong me. King. Walk aside with him.

Cle. Noble and worthy! Dion. Why speak'st thou not?

Phi. But, Bellario, Bel. Know you this face, my lord ?

(For I must call thee still so) tell me why Dion. No.

Though didst conceal thy sex? It was a fault; Bel. Have you not seen it, nor the like? A fault, Bellario, though thy other deeds

Dion. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily Of truth outweigh'd it. All these jealousies I know not where.

Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discover'd Bel. I have been often told

What now we know.
In court of one Euphrasia, a lady,

Bel, My father oft would speak
And daughter to you; betwixt whom and me Your worth and virtue; and, as I did grow
They, that would flatter my bad face, would | More and more apprehensive," I did thirst

To see the man so praised; but yet all this
There was such strange resemblance, that we Was but a maiden longing, to be lost

As soon as found; till sitting in my window. Could not be known asunder, dress'd alike. Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, Dion. By heaven! and so there is.

I thought (but it was you), enter our gates.
Bel. For her fair sake,

My blood few out, and back again as fast,
Who now doth spend the springtime of her life As I had puff'd it forth, and suck'd it in
In holy pilgrimage, move to the king

Like breath. Then was I call'd away in haste That I may 'scape this torture.

To entertain you. Never was a man, Dion. But thou speak'st

Heaved from a sheep-cote to a sceptre, raised As like Euphrasia, as thou dost look.

So high in thoughts as I. You left a kiss, How came it to thy knowledge that she lives Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep In pilgrimage ?

From you for ever. I did hear you talk, Bel. I know it not, my lord ;

Far above singing! After you were gone, But I have heard it; and do scarce believe it. I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd Dion. Oh, my shame! Is it possible? Draw | What stirr'd it so. Alas! I found it love; near,

Yet far from lust; for could I but have lived That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she, In presence of you, I had had my end. Or else her murderer? Where wert thou born ? For this I did delude my noble father Bel. In Siracusa.

With a feign'd pilgrimage, and dress'd myself Dion. What's thy name?

In habit of a boy; and, for I knew Bel. Euphrasia.

My birth no match for you, I was past hope Dion. Oh, 'tis just, 'tis she!

Of having you; and understanding well, Now I do know thee. Oh that thou hadst died, That when I made discovery of my sex, And I had never seen thee nor my shame! I could not stay with you, I made a vow, How shall I own thee ? Shall this tongue of By all the most religious things a maid mine

Could call together, never to be known, E'er call thee daughter more ?

Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's Bel. 'Would I had died indeed; I wish it too: eyes, And so I must have done by vow, ere published For other than I seem'd, that I might ever What I have told, but that there was no means Abide with you. Then sat I by the fount, To hide it longer. Yet I joy in this,

Where first you took me up. The princess is all clear.

King. Search out a match King. What have you done ?

Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, Dion. All is discover'd.

And I will pay thy dowry; and thyself Phi. Why then hold you me?

Wilt well deserve him. [He offers to stab himself. Bel. Never, sir, will I All is discover'd! Pray you, let me go.

Marry; it is a thing within my vow. King. Stay him.

But if I may have leave to serve the princess, Are. What is discover'd ?

To see the virtues of her lord and her, Dion. Why, my shame!

I shall have hope to live. It is a woman. Let her speak the rest.

Are. I, Philaster, Phi. How? That again!

Cannot be jealous, though you had a lady Dion. It is a woman.

Dress'd like a page to serve you; nor will I Phi. Bless'd be you powers that favour inno- Suspect her living here.-Come, live with me; cence!

Live free as I do. She that loves my lord, King. Lay hold upon that lady.

Curst be the wife that hates her!

(MEGRA is seized. Phi. I grieve such virtue should be laid in Phi. It is a woman, sir! Hark, gentlemen!

earth It is a woman! Arethusa, take

Without an heir. Hear me, my royal father: My soul into thy breast, that would be gone Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, With joy. It is a woman! Thou art fair, To think to take revenge of that base woman; And virtuous still to ages, in despite

Her malice cannot hurt us. Set her free Of malice.

As she was born, saving from shame and sin. King. Speak you, where lies his shame?

King. Set her at liberty; but leave the court; Bel. I am his daughter.

This is no place for such! You, Pharamond, Phi. The gods are just.

Shall have free passage, and a conduct home Dion. I dare accuse none; but, before you two, Worthy so great a prince. When you come The virtue of our age, I bend my knee

there, For mercy:

Phi. Take it freely; for, I know,
Though what thou didst were indiscreetly done,

apprehensire--quick to apprehend or understand.'Twas meant well.


Remember, 'twas your faults that lost you her, All happy hours be at your marriage-joys,
And not my purposed will...

That you may grow yourselves over all lands,
Pha. I do confess,

And live to see your plenteous branches spring Renowned sir.

Wherever there is siin! Let princes learn King. Last, join your hands in one. Enjoy, By this, to rule the passions of their blood, Philaster,

For what Heaven wills can never be withstood. This kingdom, which is yours, and after me

[Exeunt omnes. Whatever I call mine. My blessing on you!




At London, printed for Thomas Walkley. 1619.

Dramatis Persona. ARBACES, King of Iberia.

A Messenger. TIGRANES, King of Armenia.

A Servant to Bacurius.
GOBRIAS, Lord-Protector, and Father of Arbaces.

A Boy.

ARANE, the Queen-Mother.
two Captains.

PANTHEA, her Daughter. LYGONES, Father of Spaconia.

SPACONIA, a Laily, Daughter of Lygones. Three Gentlemen.

MANDANE, a Waiting-woman; and other AliendTwo Swordmen.

ants. Three Men.

Two Citizen's Wives, and another Woman,
PHILIP, a Servant.
SCENE-During the First Act, on the Frontiers of Armenia ; afterwards in the

Metropolis of Iberia.

Bes. You stood with me.

Mar. I did so; but methought thou wink'd'st

every blow they strake. The Camp of Arbaces, on the Frontiers of Bes. Well, I believe there are better soldiers Armenia.

than I, that never saw two princes fight in lists.

Mar. By my troth, I think so too, Bessus; Enter. MARDONIUS and Bessus.1

many a thousand. But, certainly, all that are Mar. Bessus, the king has made a fair hand worse than thou have seen as much. on't; he has ended the wars at a blow. 'Would Bes. 'Twas bravely done of our king. my sword had a close basket hilt, to hold wine, Mar. Yes, if he had not ended the wars. I'm and the blade would make knives; for we shall glad thou dar'st talk of such dangerous businesses. have nothing but eating and drinking.

Bes. To take a prince prisoner in the heart of Bes. We, that are commanders, shall do well his own country, in single combat! enough.

Mar. See how thy blood cruddles? at this! I Mar. 'Faith, Bessus, such commanders as thou think thou couldst be contented to be beaten i' may. I had as lieve set thee perdufor a pudding this passion. i' th dark, as Alexander the Great.

Bes. Shall I tell you truly? Bes. I love these jests exceedingly.

Mar. Ay. Mar. I think thou lov'st 'em better than quar Bes. I could willingly venture for it. relling, Bessus; I'll say so much in thy behalf. Mar. Hum! no venture neither, good Bessus. And yet thou'rt valiant enough upon a retreat: I Bes. Let me not live, if I do not think it is a think thou would'st kill any man that stopp'd braver piece of servico than that I'm so famed thee, an 3 thou couldst.

for. Bes. But was not this a brave combat, Mar Mar. Why, art thou famed for any valour ? dopius?

Bes. I famed ? Ay, I warrant you. Mar. Why, didst thou see it?

Mar. I am very heartily glad on't. I have been with thee ever since thou cam'st to the wars, and

this is the first word that ever I heard on't. Pry1 Bessus is by Theobald considered a fine copy of thee, who fames thee? Shakespeare's inimitable Falstaff.

2 perdu-from the French enfans perdus, 'forlorn hope.' Here it means in ambush.

I strake-old past tense of strike 3 an-if.

2 cruddles-curdles.

Bes. The Christian world.

To her, Tigranes.. She, but nine years old, Mar. 'Tis heathenishly done of 'em; in my I left brer, and ne'er saw her since. Your wars conscience, thou deserv'st it not.

Have held me long, and taught me, though a youth, Bes. I ba' done good service.

The way to victory. She was a pretty child; Mar. I do not know how thou may'st wait Then, I was little better; but now samo of ' a man in's chamber, or thy agility in shifting Cries loudly on her, and my messengers a trencher; but otherwise no service, good Bessus. Make me believe she is a niracle.

Bes. You saw me do the service yourself. She'll make you shrink, as I did, with a stroko

Mar. Not so hasty, sweet Bessus! Where was But of her eye, Tigranes. it? is the place vanish'd ?

Tigr. Is it the course of Bes. At Bessus' Desperate Redemption.

Iberia to use their prisoners thus? Mar. Bessus' Desperate Redemption! where's Had fortune thrown my name above Arbaces', that?

I should not thus have talk'd ; for in Armenia, Bes. There, where I redeem'd the day; the We hold it base. You should have kept your place bears my name.

temper Mar. Pr’ythee, who christen'd it?

Till you saw home again, where 'tis the fashion, Bes. The soldier.2

Perhaps, to brag. Mar. If I were not a very merrily disposed Arb. Be you my witness, earth, man, what would become of thee? Oue that had Need I to brag?' Doth not this captive prince but a grain of choler in the whole composition of Speak me sufficiently, and all the acts his body, would send thee of an errand to the That I have wrought upon his suffering land ? worms, for putting thy name upon that field. Should I then boast? Where lies that foot of Did not I beat thee there, i' th' head o'th' troops, ground with a truncheon, because thou wouldst needs Within his whole realm, that I have not past, run away with thy company, when we should Fighting and conquering. Far then from me charge the enemy?

Be ostentation. I could tell the world, Bes. True; but I did not run.

How I have laid his kingdom desolate, Mar. Right, Bessus: I beat thee out on't. By this sole arm, propp'd by divinity;

Bes. But came not I up when the day was gone, Stript him out of his glories; and have sent and redeem'd all ?

The pride of all his youth to people graves ; Mar. Thou knowest, and so do I, thou meant'st And made his virgins languish for their loves; to fly, and thy fear making thee mistake, thou If I would brag. Should I, that have the power ran'st upon the enemy; and a hot charge thou To teach the neighbour world humility, gavest; as, I'll do thee right, thou art furious in Mix with vainglory? running away; and, I think, we owe thy fear for Mar. Indeed, this is none!

[Aside. our victory. If I were the king, and were sure Arb. Tigranes, no; did I but take delight thou wouldst mistake always, and run away upon To stretch my deeds as others do, on words, the enemy, thou shouldst be general, by this light. I could amaze my hearers. Bes. You'll never leave this till I fall foul. Mar. So you do.

Aside. Mar. No more such words, dear Bessus; for Arb. But he shall wrong his and my modesty, though I have ever known thee a coward, and That thinks me apt to boast. After an act therefore durst never strike thee, yet if thou pro- Fit for a god to do upon his foe, ceed'st, I will allow thee valiant, and beat thee. A little glory in a soldier's mouth

Bes. Come, come, our king's a brave fellow. Is well becoming; be it far from vain.

Mar. He is so, Bessus; I wonder how thou Mar. 'Tis pity that valour should be thus com'st to know it. But, if thou wert a man of drunk.

[Aside. understanding, I would tell thee, he is vainglo Arb. I offer you my sister, and you answer, rious and humble, and angry and patient, and I do insult. A lady that no suit, merry and dull, and joyful and sorrowful, in Nortreasure, nor thy crown, could purchase thee, extremities, in an hour. Do not think me thy But that thou fought'st with me. friend for this; for if I cared who knew it, thou Tigr. Though this be worse shouldst not hear it, Bessus. Here he is, with Than that you spoke before, it strikes not me; the prey in his foot.

But, that you think to over-grace me with

The marriage of your sister, troubles me. Enter ARBACES, TIGRANES, two Gentlemen, and I would give worlds for ransoms, were they mine, Attendants.

Rather than have her. Arb. Thy sadness, brave Tigranes, takes away Arb. See, if I insult From my full victory. Am I become

That am the conqueror, and for a ransom Of so small fame, that any man should grieve

Offer rich treasure to the conquered, When I o'ercome him? They that placed me here, which he refuses, and I bear his scorn! Intended it an honour, large enough

It cannot be self-flattery to say, For the most valiant living, but to dare

The daughters of your country, set by her, Oppose me single, though he lost the day. Would see their shame, run home, and blush to What should afllict you? You are free its I.

death To be my prisoner, is to be more free

At their own foulness. Yet she is not fair, Than you were formerly. And never think,

Nor beautiful; those words express her not: The man I held worthy to combat me

They say, her looks have something excellenty Shall be used servilely. Thy ransom is

Tbat wants a name. Yet were she odious, To take my only sister to thy wife:

Her birth deserves the empire of the world. A heavy one, Tigranes; for she is

Sister to such a brother; that hath ta'en A lady, that the neighbour privces send

Victory prisoner, and throughout the earth Blanks 3 to fetch home. I have been too unkind Carries her bound, and should he let her loose,

She durst not leave him. Nature did her wrong,

To print continual conquest on her cheeks, 2 '1' he soldier-ie. soldiers or soldiery.

3 Blanks—i.e. blank bonds to fill up with whatever conditions Arbaces may please to invent.-WEBER.

foulness—ugliness. -DYCE.

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