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Enter a Lady:
Phi. Is it to me, or any of these gentlemen, you

Lady. To you, brave lord; the princess would

Your present company:

Phi. Kiss her fair hand, and say, I will attend her.
Dion. Do you know what you do?
Phi. Yes, go to see a woman.
Clere. But do you weigh the danger you are in?

Phi. Danger in a sweet face?
Her eye may

shoot me dead, or those true red
And white friends in her face may steal my soul out:
There's all the danger in't: But be what may,
Her fingle name hath armed me.

Dion. Go on :
And be as truly happy as thou art fearless :
Come, gentlemen, let's make our friends acquainted,
Left the king prove false.


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Scene changes to another apartment,

Enter Arethufa and a Lady.
Are. Comes he not?
Lady. Madam?
Are. Will Philafter come?
Lady. Dear madam, you were wont



To credit me at first.

Are. But didst thou tell me fo ?
I am forgetful, and my woman's strength
Is so o'ercharg'd with danger like to grow.
About my marriage, that these under things
Dare not abide in such a troubled sea :
How look'd he, when he told thee he would come?

Lady. Why, well.
Are. And not a little fearful?
Lady. Fear, madam ? Sure he knows not what it is.

Are. You all are of his faction; the whole court
Is bold in praise of him; whilst I
May live neglected, and do noble things,
As fools in strife throw gold into the sea,
Drown'd in the doing: But, I know, he fears.

Lady. Fear ? madam, methought, his looks hių


Of love than fear.

Are. Of love? to whom ? to you?
Did you deliver those plain words I sent
With such a winning gesture, and quick look,
'That you have caught him ?

Lady. Madam, I mean to you.

Are. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance Lets thee not see the crosses of our births. Nature, that loves not to be question’d why


She did or this, or that, but has her ends,
And knows she does well, never gave the world
Two things so opposite, fo contrary,
As he, and I am.

Lady. Madam, I think I hear him.
Are. Bring him in :

[Exit Lady You Gods, that would not have your dooms with

Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is,
To make the passion of a feeble maid
The way unto your justice, I obey.

Re-enter Lady and Philaster. Lady. Here is my lord Philaster.

Are. Oh ! 'tis well: Withdraw yourself.

[Exit Lady
Phi. Madam, your messenger
Made me believe, you wish'd to speak with me.
Are. 'Tis true, . Philaster. Have you ever

That I have ought detracted from your worth?
Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set
My baser instruments to throw disgrace
Upon your virtues ?

Phi. Never, madam, you.
Are. Whythen should you, in such a publick place,

Injure a princess, and a scandal lay
Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be fo great;
Calling a great part of my dowry in question?
Phi, Madam, this truth, which I shall speak, will

Foolish : But for your fair and virtuous felf,
I could afford myself to have no right
To any thing you wish’d.

Are. Philaster, know,
I must enjoy these kingdoms, of Calabria
And Sicily: By fate, I die, Philaster,
If I not calmly may enjoy them both.

Phi. I would do much to save that noble life:
Yet would be loth to have posterity
Find in our stories, that Philafter gave
His right unto a sceptre, and a crown,
To save a lady's longing.

Are. Nay, then hear:
I must, and will have them, and more.

Phi. What more ? Say, you would have my life;
Why, I will give it you ; for it is of me
A thing so loath'd, and unto you that alk
Of so poor use, I will unmov’dly hear.

Are. Fain would I speak, and yet the words are such I have to say, and do so ill beseem The mouth of woman, that I wish them faid,


And yet am loth to utter them..Oh, turn
Away thy face !-a little bend thy looks!
Spare, spare me, oh, Philaster!

Phi. What means this?

Äre. But that my fortunes hang upon this hour, But that occasion urges me to speak, And that perversely to keep silence now Would doom me to a dife of wretchedness, I could not thus have summon'd thee; to tell thee, The thoughts of Pharamond are scorpions to me, More horrible than danger, pain or death! Yes I must have thy kingdoms-must have thee!

Phi. How ! me?

Are. Thy love !--without which all the land
Discover'd yet, will serve me for no use
But to be buried in.

Phi. Is't possible !

Are. With it, it were too little to bestow On thee: Now, though thy breath doth strike me

dead, (Which, know, it may) I have unript my breast.

Phi. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts To lay a train for this contemned life, Which you may have for asking : To suspect Were base, where I deserve no ill. Love you? By all my hopes, I do, above my life:


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