Chapter III: Part 3

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_Bell_. We would my Lord.

_Phi_. Forgive me then.

_Are_. So, so.

_Bell_. 'Tis as it should be now.

_Phi_. Lead to my death.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ King, Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline.

_King_. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince?

_Cle_. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City,
And the new Platform, with some Gentlemen
Attending on him.

_King_. Is the Princess ready
To bring her prisoner out?

_Thra_. She waits your Grace.

_King_. Tell her we stay.

_Di_. King, you may be deceiv'd yet:
The head you aim at cost more setting on
Than to be lost so slightly: If it must off
Like a wild overflow, that soops before him
A golden Stack, and with it shakes down Bridges,
Cracks the strong hearts of _Pines_, whose Cable roots
Held out a thousand Storms, a thousand Thunders,
And so made mightier, takes whole Villages
Upon his back, and in that heat of pride,
Charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces,
And layes them desolate: so shall thy head,
Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands
That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice,
In thy red ruines.

_Enter_ Phil. Are. _and_ Bell, _in a Robe and Garland_.

_King_. How now, what Mask is this?

_Bell_. Right Royal Sir, I should
Sing you an Epithalamium of these lovers,
But having lost my best ayres with my fortunes,
And wanting a celestial Harp to strike
This blessed union on; thus in glad story
I give you all. These two fair Cedar-branches,
The noblest of the Mountain, where they grew
Straightest and tallest, under whose still shades
The worthier beasts have made their layers, and slept
Free from the _Syrian_ Star, and the fell Thunder-stroke,
Free from the Clouds, when they were big with humour,
And delivered in thousand spouts, their issues to
the earth: O there was none but silent quiet there!
Till never pleas'd fortune shot up shrubs,
Base under brambles to divorce these branches;
And for a while they did so, and did raign
Over the Mountain, and choakt up his beauty
With Brakes, rude Thornes and Thistles, till thy Sun
Scorcht them even to the roots, and dried them there:
And now a gentle gale hath blown again
That made these branches meet, and twine together,
Never to be divided: The god that sings
His holy numbers over marriage beds,
Hath knit their noble hearts, and here they stand
Your Children mighty King, and I have done.

_King_. How, how?

_Are_. Sir, if you love it in plain truth,
For there is no Masking in't; This Gentleman
The prisoner that you gave me is become
My keeper, and through all the bitter throws
Your jealousies and his ill fate have wrought him,
Thus nobly hath he strangled, and at length
Arriv'd here my dear Husband.

_King_. Your dear Husband! call in
The Captain of the Cittadel; There you shall keep
Your Wedding. I'le provide a Mask shall make
Your Hymen turn his Saffron into a sullen Coat,
And sing sad Requiems to your departing souls:
Bloud shall put out your Torches, and instead
Of gaudy flowers about your wanton necks,
An Ax shall hang like a prodigious Meteor
Ready to crop your loves sweets. Hear you gods:
From this time do I shake all title off,
Of Father to this woman, this base woman,
And what there is of vengeance, in a Lion
Cast amongst Dogs, or rob'd of his dear young,
The same inforc't more terrible, more mighty,
Expect from me.

_Are_. Sir,
By that little life I have left to swear by,
There's nothing that can stir me from my self.
What I have done, I have done without repentance,
For death can be no Bug-bear unto me,
So long as _Pharamond_ is not my headsman.

_Di_. Sweet peace upon thy soul, thou worthy maid
When ere thou dyest; for this time I'le excuse thee,
Or be thy Prologue.

_Phi_. Sir, let me speak next,
And let my dying words be better with you
Than my dull living actions; if you aime
At the dear life of this sweet Innocent,
Y'are a Tyrant and a savage Monster;
Your memory shall be as foul behind you
As you are living, all your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in Marble:
No Chronicle shall speak you, though your own,
But for the shame of men. No Monument
(Though high and big as _Pelion_) shall be able
To cover this base murther; make it rich
With Brass, with purest Gold, and shining Jasper,
Like the Pyramids, lay on Epitaphs,
Such as make great men gods; my little marble
(That only cloaths my ashes, not my faults)
Shall far out shine it: And for after issues
Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms,
That they will give you more, for your mad rage
To cut off, unless it be some Snake, or something
Like your self, that in his birth shall strangle you.
Remember, my Father King; there was a fault,
But I forgive it: let that sin perswade you
To love this Lady. If you have a soul,
Think, save her, and be saved, for my self,
I have so long expected this glad hour,
So languisht under you, and daily withered,
That heaven knows it is my joy to dye,
I find a recreation in't.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Mess_. Where's the King?

_King_. Here.

_Mess_. Get you to your strength,
And rescue the Prince _Pharamond_ from danger,
He's taken prisoner by the Citizens,
Fearing the Lord _Philaster_.

_Di_. Oh brave followers;
Mutiny, my fine dear Country-men, mutiny,
Now my brave valiant foremen, shew your weapons
In honour of your Mistresses.

[_Enter another_ Messenger.

_Mess_. Arm, arm, arm.

_King_. A thousand devils take 'em.

_Di_. A thousand blessings on 'em.

_Mess_. Arm O King, the City is in mutiny,
Led by an old Gray Ruffin, who comes on
In rescue of the Lord _Philaster_.

[_Exit with_ Are. Phi. Bell.

_King_. Away to the Cittadel, I'le see them safe,
And then cope with these Burgers: Let the Guard
And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance.

[_Ex. King_.

[_Manent_ Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline.

_Cle_. The City up! this was above our wishes.

_Di_. I and the Marriage too; by my life,
This noble Lady has deceiv'd us all, a plague upon my
self; a thousand plagues, for having such unworthy
thoughts of her dear honour: O I could beat my self,
or do you beat me and I'le beat you, for we had all one
thought.

_Cle_. No, no, 'twill but lose time.

_Di_. You say true, are your swords sharp? Well my dear
Country-men, what ye lack, if you continue and fall
not back upon the first broken shin, I'le have you
chronicled, and chronicled, and cut and chronicled
and all to be prais'd, and sung in Sonnets, and bath'd
in new brave Ballads, that all tongues shall troule you
_in Saecula Saeculorum_ my kind Can-carriers.

_Thra_. What if a toy take 'em i'th' heels now, and they
run all away, and cry the Devil take the hindmost?

_Di_. Then the same Devil take the foremost too, and
sowce him for his breakfast; if they all prove
Cowards, my curses fly amongst them and be
speeding. May they have Murreins raign to keep
the Gentlemen at home unbound in easie freeze:
May the Moths branch their Velvets, and their
Silks only be worn before sore eyes. May their false
lights undo 'em, and discover presses, holes, stains,
and oldness in their Stuffs, and make them shop-rid:
May they keep Whores and Horses, and break; and
live mued up with necks of Beef and Turnips: May
they have many children, and none like the Father:
May they know no language but that gibberish they
prattle to their Parcels, unless it be the goarish Latine
they write in their bonds, and may they write that
false, and lose their debts.

_Enter the_ King.

_King_. Now the vengeance of all the gods confound them;
how they swarm together! what a hum they raise;
Devils choak your wilde throats; If a man had need
to use their valours, he must pay a Brokage for it,
and then bring 'em on, they will fight like sheep.
'Tis _Philaster_, none but _Philaster_ must allay
this heat: They will not hear me speak, but fling
dirt at me, and call me Tyrant. Oh run dear friend,
and bring the Lord _Philaster_: speak him fair, call
him Prince, do him all the courtesie you can,
commend me to him. Oh my wits, my wits!

[_Exit_ Cle.

_Di_. Oh my brave Countrymen! as I live, I will not buy
a pin out of your walls for this; Nay, you shall cozen
me, and I'le thank you; and send you Brawn and
Bacon, and soil you every long vacation a brace of
foremen, that at _Michaelmas_ shall come up fat
and kicking.

_King_. What they will do with this poor Prince, the gods
know, and I fear.

_Di_. Why Sir: they'l flea him, and make Church Buckets
on's skin to squench rebellion, then clap a rivet in's
sconce, and hang him up for a sign.

_Enter_ Cleremont _with_ Philaster.

_King_. O worthy Sir forgive me, do not make
Your miseries and my faults meet together,
To bring a greater danger. Be your self,
Still sound amongst Diseases, I have wrong'd you,
And though I find it last, and beaten to it,
Let first your goodness know it. Calm the people,
And be what you were born to: take your love,
And with her my repentance, and my wishes,
And all my prayers, by the gods my heart speaks this:
And if the least fall from me not perform'd,
May I be struck with Thunder.

_Phi_. Mighty Sir,
I will not do your greatness so much wrong,
As not to make your word truth; free the Princess,
And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock
Of this mad Sea breach, which I'le either turn
Or perish with it.

_King_. Let your own word free them.

_Phi_. Then thus I take my leave kissing your hand,
And hanging on your Royal word: be Kingly,
And be not moved Sir, I shall bring your peace,
Or never bring my self back.

_King_. All the gods go with thee.

[_Exeunt Omnes_.

_Enter an old Captain and Citizens with_ Pharamond.

_Cap_. Come my brave Mirmidons let's fall on, let our caps
Swarm my boys, and you nimble tongues forget your mothers
Gibberish, of what do you lack, and set your mouths
Up Children, till your Pallats fall frighted half a
Fathom, past the cure of Bay-salt and gross Pepper.
And then cry _Philaster_, brave _Philaster_,
Let _Philaster_ be deeper in request, my ding-dongs,
My pairs of dear Indentures, King of Clubs,
Than your cold water Chamblets or your paintings
Spitted with Copper; let not your hasty Silks,
Or your branch'd Cloth of Bodkin, or your Tishues,
Dearly belov'd of spiced Cake and Custard,
Your Robin-hoods scarlets and Johns, tie your affections
In darkness to your shops; no, dainty Duckers,
Up with your three pil'd spirits, your wrought valours.
And let your un-cut Coller make the King feel
The measure of your mightiness _Philaster_.
Cry my Rose nobles, cry.

_All_. Philaster, Philaster.

_Cap_. How do you like this my Lord Prince, these are
mad boys, I tell you, these are things that will not
strike their top-sayles to a Foist. And let a man of
war, an Argosie hull and cry Cockles.

_Pha_. Why you rude slave, do you know what you do?

_Cap_. My Pretty Prince of Puppets, we do know,
And give your greatness warning, that you talk
No more such Bugs-words, or that soldred Crown
Shall be scratch'd with a Musket: Dear Prince Pippen,
Down with your noble bloud; or as I live,
I'le have you codled: let him lose my spirits,
Make us a round Ring with your Bills my Hectors,
And let us see what this trim man dares do.
Now Sir, have at you; here I [lie],
And with this swashing blow, do you swear Prince;
I could hulk your Grace, and hang you up cross-leg'd,
Like a Hare at a Poulters, and do this with this wiper.

_Pha_. You will not see me murder'd wicked Villains?

_1 Cit_. Yes indeed will we Sir, we have not seen one fo[r]
a great while.

_Capt_. He would have weapons would he? give him a
Broad-side my brave boyes with your pikes, branch me
his skin in Flowers like a Satin, and between every
Flower a mortal cut, your Royalty shall ravel, jag him
Gentlemen, I'le have him cut to the kell, then down
the seames, oh for a whip To make him Galoone-Laces,
I'le have a Coach-whip.

_Pha_. O spare me Gentlemen.

_Cap_. Hold, hold, the man begins to fear and know himself,
He shall for this time only be seal'd up
With a Feather through his nose, that he may only see
Heaven, and think whither he's going,
Nay beyond-Sea Sir, we will proclaim you, you would
be King Thou tender Heir apparent to a Church-Ale,
Thou sleight Prince of single Sarcenet;
Thou Royal Ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing
But poor mens Poultry, and have every Boy
Beat thee from that too with his Bread and Butter.

_Pha_. Gods keep me from these Hell-hounds.

_2 Cit_. Shall's geld him Captain?

_Cap_. No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels,
As you respect the Ladies let them flourish;
The curses of a longing woman kill as speedy as a
Plague, Boys.

_1 Cit_. I'le have a Leg that's certain.

_2 Cit_. I'le have an Arm.

_3 Cit_. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build
a Colledge, and clap't upon the Gate.

_4 Cit_. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with,
For certainly a Royal Gut will sound like silver.

_Pha_. Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain once.

_5 Cit_. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets.

_Cap_. Who will have parcels else? speak.

_Pha_. Good gods consider me, I shall be tortur'd.

_1 Cit_. Captain, I'le give you the trimming of your hand-sword,
and let me have his Skin to make false Scabbards.

_2_. He had no horns Sir had he?

_Cap_. No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with horns?

_Cit_. O if he had, I would have made rare Hafts and
Whistles of 'em, but his Shin-bones if they be sound shall
serve me.

[_Enter_ Philaster.

_All_. Long live _Philaster_, the brave Prince _Philaster_.

_Phi_. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these
Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands
Uncivil Trades?

_Cap_. My Royal Rosiclear,
We are thy Mirmidons, thy Guard, thy Rorers,
And when thy noble body is in durance,
Thus do we clap our musty Murrions on,
And trace the streets in terrour: Is it peace
Thou _Mars_ of men? Is the King sociable,
And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen,
And free as _Phoebus_? Speak, if not, this stand
Of Royal blood shall be abroach, atilt, and run
Even to the lees of honour.

_Phi_. Hold and be satisfied, I am my self
Free as my thoughts are, by the gods I am.

_Cap_. Art thou the dainty darling of the King?
Art thou the _Hylas_ to our _Hercules_?
Do the Lords bow, and the regarded scarlets,
Kiss their Gumd-gols, and cry, we are your servants?
Is the Court Navigable, and the presence struck
With Flags of friendship? if not, we are thy Castle
And this man sleeps.

_Phi_. I am what I desire to be, your friend,
I am what I was born to be, your Prince.

_Pha_. Sir, there is some humanity in you,
You have a noble soul, forget my name,
And know my misery, set me safe aboard
From these wild _Canibals_, and as I live,
I'le quit this Land for ever: there is nothing,
Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness
Of all sorts, all dangers, and all together
The worst company of the worst men, madness, age,
To be as many Creatures as a woman,
And do as all they do, nay to despair;
But I would rather make it a new Nature,
And live with all those than endure one hour
Amongst these wild Dogs.

_Phi_. I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears,
Deliver me the Prince, I'le warrant you
I shall be old enough to find my safety.

_3 Cit_. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you,
He's a fierce man I can tell you Sir.

_Cap_. Prince, by your leave I'le have a Sursingle,
And Male you like a Hawke.

[_He stirs_.

_Phi_. Away, away, there is no danger in him:
Alas he had rather sleep to shake his fit off.
Look you friends, how gently he leads, upon my word
He's tame enough, he need[s] no further watching.
Good my friends go to your houses and
by me have your pardons, and my love,
And know there shall be nothing in my power
You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes.
To give you more thanks were to flatter you,
Continue still your love, and for an earnest
Drink this.
_All_. Long maist thou live brave Prince, brave Prince,
brave Prince.

[_Exeunt_ Phi. _and_ Pha.

_Cap_. Thou art the King of Courtesie:
Fall off again my sweet youths, come and every man
Trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up, then to
The Tavern and bring your wives in Muffes: we will have
Musick and the red grape shall make us
dance, and rise Boys.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ King, Are. Gal. Meg. Cle. Dion, Thra. Bellario, _and Attendants_.

_King_. Is it appeas'd?

_Di_. Sir, all is quiet as this dead of night,
As peaceable as sleep, my Lord _Philaster_
Brings on the Prince himself.

_King_. Kind Gentlemen!
I will not break the least word I have given
In promise to him, I have heap'd a world
Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope
To wash away.

_Enter_ Philaster _and_ Pharamond.

_Cle_. My Lord is come.

_King_. My Son!
Blest be the time that I have leave to call
Such vertue mine; now thou art in mine arms,
Me thinks I have a salve unto my breast
For all the stings that dwell there, streams of grief
That I have wrought thee, and as much of joy
That I repent it, issue from mine eyes:
Let them appease thee, take thy right; take her,
She is thy right too, and forget to urge
My vexed soul with that I did before.

_Phi_. Sir, [it is] blotted from my memory,
Past and forgotten: For you Prince of _Spain_,
Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave
To make an honourable voyage home.
And if you would go furnish'd to your Realm
With fair provision, I do see a Lady
Me thinks would gladly bear you company:
How like you this piece?

_Meg_. Sir, he likes it well,
For he hath tried it, and found it worth
His princely liking; we were ta'ne a bed,
I know your meaning, I am not the first
That Nature taught to seek a fellow forth:
Can shame remain perpetually in me,
And not in others? or have Princes salves
To cure ill names that meaner people want?

_Phi_. What mean you?

_Meg_. You must get another ship
To clear the Princess and the boy together.

_Di_. How now!

_Meg_. Others took me, and I took her and him
At that all women may be ta'ne sometimes:
Ship us all four my Lord, we can endure
Weather and wind alike.

_King_. Clear thou thy self, or know not me for Father.

_Are_. This earth, How false it is? what means is left for me
To clear my self? It lies in your belief,
My Lords believe me, and let all things else
Struggle together to dishonour me.

_Bell_. O stop your ears great King, that I may speak
As freedom would, then I will call this Lady
As base as be her actions, hear me Sir,
Believe [y]our hated bloud when it rebels
Against your reason sooner than this Lady.

_Meg_. By this good light he bears it hansomely.

_Phi_. This Lady? I will sooner trust the wind
With Feathers, or the troubled Sea with Pearl,
Than her with any thing; believe her not!
Why think you, if I did believe her words;
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
One favour, and will sadly be denied.

_Phi_. Command what ere it be.

_King_. Swear to be true to what you promise.

_Phi_. By the powers above,
Let it not be the death of her or him,
And it is granted.

_King_. Bear away the boy
To Torture, I will have her clear'd or buried.

_Phi_. O let me call my words back, worthy Sir,
Ask something else, bury my life and right
In one poor grave, but do not take away my
life and fame at once.
_King_. Away with him, it stands irrevocable.

_Phi_. Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man
The falsest and the basest of this world:
Set swords against this breast some honest man,
For I have liv'd till I am pitied,
My former deeds are hateful, but this last
Is pitifull, for I unwillingly
Have given the dear preserver of my life

[_Offers to kill himself_.]

Unto his Torture: is it in the power
Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live?

_Are_. Dear Sir be patient yet, or stay that hand.

_King_. Sirs, strip that boy.

_Di_. Come Sir, your tender flesh will try your
constancie.

_Bell_. O kill me gentlemen.

_Di_. No, help Sirs.

_Bell_. Will you Torture me?

_King_. Hast there, why stay you?

_Bell_. Then I shall not break my vow,
You know just gods, though I discover all.

_King_. How's that? Will he confess?

_Di_. Sir, so he says.

_King_. Speak then.

_Bell_. Great King if you command
This Lord to talk with me alone, my tongue
Urg'd by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts
My youth hath known, and stranger things than these
You hear not often.

_King_. Walk aside with him.

_Di_. Why speak'st thou not?

_Bell_. Know you this face my Lord?

_Di_. No.

_Bell_. Have you not seen it, nor the like?

_Di_. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily
I know not where.

_Bell_. I have been often told
In Court, of one _Euphrasia,_ a Lady
And Daughter to you; betwixt whom and me
(They that would flatter my bad face would swear)
There was such strange resemblance, that we two
Could not be known asunder, drest alike.

_Di_. By Heaven and so there is.

_Bell_. For her fair sake,
Who now doth spend the spring time of her life
In holy Pilgrimage, move to the King,
That I may scape this Torture.

_Di_. But thou speak'st
As like _Euphrasia_ as thou dost look,
How came it to thy knowledge that she
lives in Pilgrimage?

_Bell_. I know it not my Lord,
But I have heard it, and do scarce believe it.

_Di_. Oh my shame, is't possible? Draw near,
That I may gaze upon thee, art thou she?
Or else her Murderer? where wert thou born?

_Bell_. In _Siracusa_.

_Di_. What's thy name?

_Bell. Euphrasia_.

_Di_. O 'tis just, 'tis she now, I do know thee, Oh
that thou hadst died
And I had never seen thee nor my shame,
How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine
E're call thee Daughter more?

_Bell_. Would I had died indeed, I wish it too,
And so I must have done by vow, e're published
What I have told, but that there was no means
To hide it longer, yet I joy in this,
The Princess is all clear.

_King_. What have you done?

_Di_. All is discovered.

_Phi_. Why then hold you me?

_Di_. All is discovered, pray you let me go.
[He offers to stab himself_.]

_King_. Stay him.

_Are_. What is discovered?

_Di_. Why my shame, it is a woman, let her speak the rest.

_Phi_. How! that again.

_Di_. It is a woman.

_Phi_. Blest be you powers that favour innocence.

_King_. Lay hold upon that Lady.

_Phi_. It is a woman Sir, hark Gentlemen!
It is a woman. _Arethusa_ take
My soul into thy breast, that would be gone
With joy: it is a woman, thou art fair,

And vertuous still to ages, in despight of malice.

_King_. Speak you, where lies his shame?

_Bell_. I am his Daughter.

_Phi_. The Gods are just.

_Di_. I dare accuse none, but before you two
The vertue of our age, I bend my knee
For mercy.

_Phi_. Take it freely; for I know,
Though what thou didst were undiscreetly done,
'Twas meant well.

_Are_. And for me,
I have a power to pardon sins as oft
As any man has power to wrong me.

_Cle_. Noble and worthy.

_Phi_. But _Bellario_,
(For I must call thee still so) tell me why
Thou didst conceal thy Sex, it was a fault,
A fault _Bellario_, though thy other deeds
Of truth outweigh'd it: All these Jealousies
Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discovered,
What now we know.

_Bell_. My Father would oft speak
Your worth and vertue, and as I did grow
More and more apprehensive, I did thirst
To see the man so rais'd, but yet all this
Was but a Maiden longing to be lost
As soon as found, till sitting in my window,
Printing my thoughts in Lawne, I saw a God
I thought (but it was you) enter our Gates,
My bloud flew out, and back again as fast
As I had puft it forth, and suck't it in
Like breath, then was I call'd away in hast
To entertain you. Never was a man
Heav'd from a Sheep-coat to a Scepter rais'd
So high in thoughts as I, you left a kiss
Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep
From you for ever, I did hear you talk
Far above singing; after you were gone,
I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd
What stir'd it so, Alas I found it love,
Yet far from lust, for could I have but liv'd
In presence of you, I had had my end,
For this I did delude my noble Father
With a feign'd Pilgrimage, and drest my self
In habit of a boy, and, for I knew
My birth no match for you, I was past hope
Of having you. And understanding well
That when I made discovery of my Sex,
I could not stay with you, I made a vow
By all the most religious things a Maid
Could call together, never to be known,
Whilst there was hope to hide me from mens eyes,
For other than I seem'd; that I might ever
Abide with you, then sate I by the Fount
Where first you took me up.

_King_. Search out a match
Within our Kingdom where and when thou wilt,
And I will pay thy Dowry, and thy self
Wilt well deserve him.

_Bell_. Never Sir will I
Marry, it is a thing within my vow,
But if I may have leave to serve the Princess,
To see the vertues of her Lord and her,
I shall have hope to live.

_Are_. I _Philaster_,
Cannot be jealous, though you had a Lady
Drest like a Page to serve you, nor will I
Suspect her living here: come live with me,
Live free, as I do, she that loves my Lord,
Curst be the wife that hates her.

_Phi_. I grieve such vertues should be laid in earth
Without an Heir; hear me my Royal Father,
Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much,
To think to take revenge of that base woman,
Her malice cannot hurt us: set her free
As she was born, saving from shame and sin.

_King_. Set her at liberty, but leave the Court,
This is no place for such: you _Pharamond_
Shall have free passage, and a conduct home
Worthy so great a Prince, when you come there,
Remember 'twas your faults that lost you her,
And not my purpos'd will.

_Pha_. I do confess,
Renowned Sir.

_King_. Last joyn your hands in one, enjoy _Philaster_
This Kingdom which is yours, and after me
What ever I call mine, my blessing on you,
All happy hours be at your Marriage joyes,
That you may grow your selves over all Lands,
And live to see your plenteous branches spring
Where ever there is Sun. Let Princes learn
By this to rule the passions of their blood,
For what Heaven wills, can never be withstood.

[_Exeunt Omnes_.

PHILASTER.

This edition contains, on the title-page, a wood-cut representing 'The Princes' (The Princess) and 'A Cuntrie Gentellman' seated on the ground, and 'Phielaster' leaving them. See the scene in Act IV (_ante_, p. 125).

This edition contains on the title-page a small device of fleurs-de-lis.

On the back of the title-page (which contains the device of a crown) is a list of books printed or sold by William Leake. (H) Philaster | or, | Love lies a Bleeding: | Acted at the Globe, and Blackfriers, By his Majesties servants. | The Authors being Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. | The sixth Impression. | London, | Printed for William Leake, and are to be sold at his shop at the | signe of the Crown in Fleet street, between the two | Temple Gates.

This edition, conjecturally dated 1660 in the British Museum Catalogue, contains, on the back of the title-page and at the foot of the list of persons represented, lists of books printed or sold by William Leake at the Crown in Fleet Street.

A The first few pages and the last few pages of the play as printed in A vary so completely from the other texts that it has been necessary to print them separately. See _post_, pp. 401--3, 413--17.

B contains the following Address to the Reader:

_'To the Reader_.

'Courteous Reader. _Philaster_, and _Anthusa_ his love, have laine so long a bleeding, by reason of some dangerous and gaping wounds, which they received in the first Impression, that it is wondered how they could goe abroad so long, or travaile so farre as they have done. Although they were hurt neither by me, nor the Printer; yet I knowing and finding by experience, how many well-wishers they have abroad, have adventured to bind up their wounds, & to enable them to visite upon better tearmes, such friends of theirs, as were pleased to take knowledge of them, so mained [? maimed] and deformed, as they at the first were; and if they were then gracious in your sight, assuredly they will now finde double favour, being reformed, and set forth suteable, to their birth, and breeding.

_By your serviceable Friend_,

Thomas Walkley.'

C prefixes to the play the following Address repeated with variations of spelling in the five later quartos:

'The Stationer, To the Understanding Gentrie.

'This play so affectionatly taken, and approoved by the Seeing Auditors, or Hearing Spectators, (of which sort, I take, or conceive you to bee the greatest part) hath received (as appeares by the copious vent of two [D and E three; F, G and H four] Editions,) no lesse acceptance with improovement of you likewise the Readers, albeit the first Impression swarm'd with Errors, prooving it selfe like pure Gold, which the more it hath beene tried and refined, the better is esteemed; the best Poems of this kind, in the first presentation, resemble [D--H resembling] that all tempting Minerall newly digged up, the Actors being onely the labouring Miners, but you the skilfull Triers and Refiners: Now considering [D--H consider] how currant this hath passed, under the infallible stampe of your judicious censure, and applause, and (like a gainefull Office in this Age) eagerly sought for, not onely by those that have heard & seene it, [F--H _omit_ heard and] but by others that have meerely heard thereof: here you behold me acting the Merchant-adventurers part, yet as well for their satisfaction, as mine owne benefit, and if my hopes (which I hope, shall never lye like this LOVE A BLEEDING,) doe fairely arrive at their intended Haven, I shall then be ready to lade a new Bottome, and [D--H _omit_ and] set foorth againe, to game the good-will both of you and them. To whom respectively I convey this hearty greeting: ADIEU.'

P. 75 1. 3. A and B _omit_] or, Love lies a Bleeding. II. 4 _et seq_. A]

THE ACTORS NAMES.

King of Cecely
Arathusa, the Princesse.
Phylaster.
Pharamont, a Spanish Prince,
Leon, a Lord.
Gleremon} Two Noble Gentlemen
Trasilm }
Bellario a Page, Leon's daughter.
Callatea, a Lady of Honor.
Megra, another Lady.
A Waiting Gentlewoman.
Two Woodmen.
A Countrey Gallant.

An Old Captaine.

And Souldiers.
A Messenger.

B _omits_ the list of Persons Represented in the Play and also
_The Scene_, etc.1. 5. C--H] The persons presented are these,
viz. In A the play, down to I. 26 of p. 78, begins as follows]

_Actus_ I. _Scoen_. I.

_Enter at severall doores _Lord Lyon, Trasiline, _followes him_,
Clerimon _meetes them_.

TRASILINE.
Well ore tane my Lord.

LYON. Noble friend welcome, and see who encounters
us, honourable good _Clerimon_.

CLE. My good Lord _Lyon_, most happily met worthy
_Trasiline_,
Come gallants, what's the newes,
the season affoords us variety,
the novilsts of our time runnes on heapes,
to glut their itching eares with airie sounds,
trotting to'th burse; and in the Temple walke
with greater zeale to heare a novall lye,
than a pyous Anthum tho chanted by Cherubins.

TRANS. True Sir:
and holds set counsels, to vent their braine sicke opinions
with presagements what all states shall designe.

CLE. Thats as their intelligence serves.

LYON. And that shall serve as long as invention lastes,
there dreames they relate, as spoke from Oracles,
or if the gods should hold a synod, and make them their
secritaries, they will divine and prophecie too: but come
and speake your thoughts of the intended marriage with
the Spanish Prince. He is come you see, and bravely
entertainde.

TRAS. Hee is so, but not married yet.

CLE. But like to be, and shall have in dowry with the
Princesse this Kingdome of _Cycele_.

LEON. Soft and faire, there is more will forbid the baines,
then say amen to the marriage: though the King
usurped the Kingdome during the non-age of the
Prince _Phylaster_, hee must not thinke to bereave
him of it quite; hee is now come to yeares to claime
the Crowne.

TRA. And lose his head i' the asking.

LEON. A diadem worn by a headlesse King wold be
wonderous, _Phylaster_ is too weake in power.

CLE. He hath many friends.

LEON. And few helpers.

TRA. The people love him.

LEON. I grant it, that the King knowes too well,
And makes this Contract to make his faction strong:
Whats a giddy-headed multitude,
That's not Disciplinde nor trainde up in Armes,
To be trusted unto? No, he that will
Bandy for a Monarchic, must provide
Brave marshall troopes with resolution armde,
To stand the shock of bloudy doubtfull warre,
Not danted though disastrous Fate doth frowne,
And spit all spightfull fury in their face:
Defying horror in her ugliest forme,
And growes more valiant, the more danger threats;
Or let leane famine her affliction send,
Whose pining plagues a second hel doth bring,
Thei'le hold their courage in her height of spleene,
Till valour win plenty to supply them,
What thinke ye, would yer feast-hunting Citizens
Indure this?

TRA. No sir, a faire march a mile out of town that their wives may
bring them their dinners, is the hottest service that they
are trained up to.

CLE. I could wish their experience answered their loves,
Then should the much too much wrongd _Phylaster_,
Possesse his right in spight of Don and the divell.

TRA. My heart is with your wishes.

LEON. And so is mine,
And so should all that loves their true borne Prince,
Then let us joyne our Forces with our mindes,
In whats our power to right this wronged Lord,
And watch advantage as best may fit the time
To stir the murmuring people up,
Who is already possest with his wrongs,
And easily would in rebellion rise,
Which full well the King doth both know and feare,
But first our service wee'le proffer to the Prince,
And set our projects as he accepts of us;
But husht, the King is comming.

_sound musicke within_.

_Enter the King_, Pharamont, _the Princesse, the Lady Gallatea,
the Lady Megra, a Gentlewoman, loith Lords attending,
the King takes his seate_.

KING. Faire Prince,
Since heavens great guider furthers our intents,
And brought you with safety here to arrive
Within our Kingdome and Court of _Cycele_,
We bid you most welcome, Princely _Pharamont_,
And that our Kingly bounty shall confirme,
Even whilst the Heavens hold so propitious aspect
Wee'le crowne your wisht desires (with our owne)

Lend me your hand sweet Prince, hereby enjoy
A full fruition of your best contents,
The interest I hold I doe possesse you with,
Onely a fathers care, and prayers retaine,
That heaven may heape on blessings, take her Prince,
A sweeter Mistrisse then the offered Language of any dame,
were she a Queene whose eye speakes common Loves,
and comfort to her servants: Last Noble son, for so I
[now must call
you, what I have done thus publik, is not to add a comfort
[in particular
to you or mee, but all, and to confirme the Nobles and the
Gentrie of our Kingdom'e by oath to your succession: which
[shall
be within this moneth at most.

l. 28. B--E] nor Lords, nor Ladyes. l. 33. B and C] desired. l. 34. Folio] ghess.

p. 76, l. 1. B and C] Faith sir. l. 8. F] for me.

p. 77, l. 1. B and C] Faith, I thinke. l. 29. B] quickly to bee. l. 33. D--H] To give a stranger. l. 35. In B--H bracket ends with this line. l. 37. F, G, H and the Folio _misprint_] your daughter. l. 38. C, D and E] your subjects.

p. 78, l. 9. E--H] I making. l. 13. B] To talke of her. l. 22. B _omits_] a. l. 29. A] when it is. l. 30. A--E] is wrong'd.

p. 79, l. 4. A] And in me. l. 5. A, B and C] By more then all the gods, I hold it happy. D and E] By more then all my hopes I hold it happy (A--E _repeat happy at beginning of next line_). l. 9. A] rotting age. l. 10. A--H] Open. l. 15. A] finde it out. l. 16. A, B and C] And tye it to this Countrey. By all the gods. l. 17. A] as easie to the subjects. l. 27. A] Miracles. l. 30. A prints this stage-direction after the word 'shape' in l. 32. l. 31. A] he'le sell him, he has so be praised his shape. B--G] sell himself. l. 33. A] large praises. ll. 34 and 35. A] Let mee bee swallowed quicke, if I can finde all the Anatomy of yon mans vertues unseene to sound enough. l. 37. A, B and C] of trifles. l. 39. A _omits_] And.

p. 80, l. 1. A] for favour. l. 3. A, B and C] how pale he lookes, he feares. l. 4. A] And this same whoresone conscience, ah how it jades us. l. 5. B] intent. l. 6. A] speak on. l. 11. F and G] turn'd. l. 15. A] sweet Princesse. l. 25. A, B and C _add after_] ashes, as I. l. 26. F] goes. l. 30. A] his hidden bowels. l. 31. A, B and C] By the just gods it shall. l. 35. A] I Prince of popines, I will make it well appeare. l. 40. A] Turcle.

p. 81, l. 2. A] make. ll. 3 and 4. A] I doe not fancy this choller, Sure hee's somewhat tainted. l. 8. A] be constant gentle heavens, I'le run. B and C] Be constant Gentlemen, by heaven I'le run. l. 10. A--D] we are all one. l. 17. A] leave it to me. l. 19. D, E and G] were. l. 21. A--F] any thing but thine. G] any thine. l. 25. A and B] belied. l. 26. A] and from his presence. Spit all those bragges. B--E] presence. B _omits_] all. ll. 29 and 30. A _omits_] to brave our best friends. You deserve our frown. l. 31. A] noblier. l. 32. A gives this speech to Leon, i.e., Dion. l. 34. A] never. l. 35. A] This is. l. 37. A _omits_] your. l. 38. A] but i'm sure tothers the man set in my eye. A--G] my eye.

p. 82, l. 4. A] griefe. l. 5. A] My wants. A, B and C] now nothing hopes and feares. l. 7. A and B _omit_] not. l. 8. A] Phy: whispers the King. l. 9. A _omits_ this line. ll. 12 and 13. A] has a soule of Christall,* to read their actions, though mens faces. l. 14. A _omits_] Do. A] but view the stranger well. F] your stranger. l. 15. A] throw all. A] braveries. l. 16. A] a true truant. l. 17. A] I am no augery. l. 21. A] you are. l. 22. A] smooth your selfe. l. 24. A, B and C _omit_] not. l. 25. A--E] my weake starres lead me too; [A:] all my weake fortunes. l. 26. A] dare. A _omits_ parenthesis. B] presence (speake, that is. l. 30. A _omits_] Sure. l. 31. A] Yes, with my fathers spirit is heare O King. l. 32. A] and now. l. 34. A--E] these are. l. 39. The Folio _misprints_] hour hand.

p. 83, l. 2. A] of your life. l. 4. A _omits_] your. A _omits_] Ex. King, Pha. and Are. B--H _omit_] and. l. 6. A gives this speech to 'Tra.', i.e., Thrasiline. l. 8. A--G] is he not. l. 10. A--G] I could. A] their nation. l. 12. A gives this speech to 'Lad.', i.e., Lady. A, B and C] Gods comfort. A _omits_] Lady. l. 13. A] has. A, B and C with variations of spelling _add_] Exet Ladies. l. 27. A] recluses. l. 28. A] How doe your worth sir. l. 30. A _omits_] I find. l. 32. A] Sir, the King must please. l. 33. A] who you are, and what you are. F] what we are and who you are. l. 34. The Folio _misprints_] juriuries. A] your wrongs and vertues. l. 35. A] but call your father to you. l. 38. A _omits_] to.

p. 84, l. 2. A] Friend. l. 3. A--D] our eares. l. 5. F] Do you love. l. 6. A] Lyon. l. 10. A] a penance. l. 12. For this line A after l. 8 _reads_] Enter a Gentlewoman. l. 13. A] I'st to me, or to any of these Gentlemen you come. l. 14. Here and at l. 17 for 'La.' A _reads_] Gent-Woo. l. 16. A] you are. l. 17. A _omits_] to. l. 18. A, B and C] her faire hand. l. 19. A _adds_] Exit Gent-Woo. l. 21. F] But do weigh. l. 28. A] and white fiend frends in her cheekes. l. 30. In D--H the stage-direction 'Ex. Phil.' is printed at the end of l. 29. l. 32. B--G] th' art. l. 35. A] Enter Princesse and her Gentlewoman. ll. 36 and 37. For 'Are.' A _reads_ throughout the scene 'Prin.' and for 'La.' _reads_ 'Woo.'

p. 85, l. 2. A] at the first. l. 5. A--H] dangers. l. 7. A] dares. l. 12. A, B and C] You all are. l. 17. A _omits_] Fear. A] mee thoughts. l. 21. A] with such a woing jesture and puicke looks. l. 22. A _omits_] him. l. 27. A] his ends. l. 29. A] To things so opposite, so bound to put. l. 31. A _omits_] of mine. l. 32. A _omits_] Of. l. 35. A] that will not have your dens withstood. l. 37. A, B and C] passions. l. 38. A] into. l. 40. A and B] Oh it is well.

p. 86, l. 5. A] dos so ill become. l. 14. A] Injury. l. 15. A] found to be so great. l. 24. A] Both, or I do. A, B and C] by heaven. l. 25. A] if I not calmely die injoy them both. l. 28. H] give. l. 40. A and B] I can indure it.

p. 87, l. 1. A] saw yet. l. 2. A--H] dreadfully. l. 3. A] speake. l. 4. A--D] horrible. l. 7. A] a womans tongue. l. 10. A] you that beg. l. 11. F and G] unprice. l. 17. F] The love. l. 22. A _omits_] doth. B--E] doe. l. 26. A] might have. l. 35. A _omits_] The gods. l. 36. A] the worthier, and the better blest. l. 39. A] unwelcom'd.

p. 88, l. 5. A--G] true loves. l. 9. B--H] fountaines. l. 11. A] as much againe. l. 13. A] bred in the vayle. l. 16. A] eye. l. 17. A] make them. l. 23. A] the course. l. 24. A] it yeelded him his life. l. 30. A] me thoughts. l. 32. A] whom was glad. l. 33. F and G] The truliest. F] gentle. l. 36. A] Enter woman. In A and B this stage-direction occurs after l. 37. l. 38. A for 'La.' _reads_] Woo. l. 39. A] Phylaster doe.

p. 89, l.4. A, B and C] the voyce of God. l.5. A] yet I doe not hide my selfe. l.13. Folio has a full-stop at end of line. l.14. A _omits_] for my sake do. l.16. A] Enter Pharamont and a woman. ll. 19 and 20. A] the deare love within my heart. l.21. A] if I shall have an answer or no, derectly I am gone. l.23. A] To what? what would he have answer. B--E _omit_] an. l.25. A--D] forbare. l.29. A] though it lie. l.31. A, B and C] And by the gods. l.32. A] if then. l.35. A _omits_ this line, though the words 'Pha. You' are printed as turn-over words at the foot of the page.

p. 90, l.I. A] nothing. l.5. A] so much. ll. 7 and 8. A] but wert the Church at the high Altar. l.9. A] injurie. l.10. A. _omits_] Sir. l.12. A and B _omit_] Phi. l.16. A _omits_] But. l.17. A, B and C] but yet. l. 19. A] before our hearts bee so, then if you please. l.21. A--E] dreaming forme. l.23. A] your thoughts. l.28. A] and his boy, called Bellario. l.31. A] thy owne. l.33. A _reads_ 'Boy' for 'Bell.' here and throughout the play. l.34. A] And I am onely yet some thing. l.35. A--H] were apt. l.37. A] crafty.

p. 91, l.6. A] bear'st. l.7. A] claps. A _omits_] yet. l.8. A] but when judgement comes no rule those passions. l.17. A _omits_] grown. l.30. A] dos plead. l.32. A] knowst. l.33. A] dos call. l.34. B] dwellest.

p. 92, l.5. A] your loves, your sighes. l.7. B--H] heaven. A] Exit boy. l.8. C] Lord. l. II. A] I must see. l.12. A _omits_] Phi. l.18. A] before in my life. l.20. A] I'le hound at her. Madame. F] Heer's on boulted, I'le bound at her. l.21. In A the words 'Enter Gallatea' occur after the word 'fault' in l.19. l.25. A] y'are. l.26. A _omits_] but. 1. 28. A] those two I onely barre. l.32. A] Couch. l.33. A] a play and a banquet. ll.34 and 35. A] to make you blush, this is my owne hayre, and this face. l.36. A--D and F] a peny painting. l.37. A and H] wardrop. G] wardrope. l.38. A] the jealous silke-mans wife curse our doing.

p. 93, l.l.A] You much mistake me Lady. l.2. Folio _misprints_ _Pha_. For _Gal_. After this line A _adds_] Pha. Y'are very dangerous bitter, like a potion. _Gal_. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I meane to purge a little time on you. l.8. A and B] Cardus. A] about five. l. II. A] and Conger. A] they are dullers. l.12. A] the vitall anymales. l.13. A] all this time. 11. 16 and 17. A] Shee's daintie, and must be courted with a shewer of gold. l.19. A] What ha you. l.20. A] you'd have silver fort. l.21. A] a worse time sir. l.23. A] gold safe for you. A _adds_] She slips behind the Orras. II. 25 and 26. In place of these two lines A] _Gal_. Shes comming sir behind, Will ye take white money yet for all this. _Exit_. l.-27. A] If there be but two such in this Kingdome more. B--H] If there be but two such more in this Kingdome. l.28. A] ene. l.31. A] would breed. l.39. A] doe not call you Lady.

p. 94, l.I.A--G] talke an houre. l.5. A] your lip. l.6. A] time enough. l.8. A--D] and red enough. l.10. A) twend Cherries dyde in blush. l. II. A] deepe beames. I.14. A] sweete looker on. A] these blessings. l.15. A. _adds as a stage-direction_] They kisse. l.18. A _omits_] off. l.19. A] it may be a number without Probatum. l.20. A] by such neate Poetrie. l.26. A] but you. l.28. A] now you ha don't before me. l.29. A] And yet. l.31-A] never. l.34. A] ye. l.36. A--H and Folio] this is all.

p. 95, l. 5. A] my masculine imagination. l. 7. B] mine honor. l. 9. A] my other. l. 10. A] Sir _Timen_ a schoolemaister. l. 11. A] keepe. B and C _add_] Madam. l. 14. Folio] apoplex? l. 15. A _omits_ 'And' and 'Sir.' l. 17. A] tied toot. l. 19. A _omits_] Look well about you, and you may find a tongue-bolt. l. 21. A and B] whether. l. 24. A _omits_ the second 'I dare not.' l. 27. A] give worship to you thoughts. l. 28. A] y'are. l. 29. A] I shall visit you. l. 30. A] most uncertaine. l. 34. A] Exit ambo. B] Exeunt. l. 35. A] the Orras. l. 38. A] Dowsabell. A] for it. l. 39. A _omits_] Gal.

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