But how this paffion fhould proceed from you
So violently-
Are. Another foul, into my body shot,
Could not have fill'd me with more ftrength and fpirit,
Than this thy breath: But spend not hafty time,
In seeking how I came thus: "Tis the gods,
The gods, that make me fo; and, fure, our love
Will be the nobler, and the better bleft,
In that the fecret juftice of the gods
Is mingled with it. Let us leave and part,
Left fome unwelcome gueft fhould fall betwixt.
Phi. "Twill be ill,
I should abide here long.
Are. "Tis true, and worse
You fhould come often: How fhall we devife
To hold intelligence, that our true loves
On any new occafion may agree
What path is best to tread?
Phi. I have a boy,
Sent by the gods, I hope, to this intent,
Not yet seen in the court. Hunting the buck,
I found him fitting by a fountain-fide,
Of which he borrow'd fome to quench his thirst,
And paid the nymph again as much in tears;
A garland lay by him, made by himself,
Of many feveral flowers, bred in the bay,
Stuck in that myftick order, that the rareness
Delighted me: But ever when he turn'd
His tender eyes upon 'em, he would weep,
As if he meant to make 'em grow again.
Seeing fuch pretty helplefs innocence
Dwell in his face, I afk'd him all his story;
He told me, that his parents gentle died,
Leaving him to the mercy of the fields,
Which gave him roots; and of the crystal fprings,
Which did not stop their courfes; and the fun,
Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light;
Then took he up his garland, and did shew
What every flower, as country people hold,
Did fignify; and how all, order'd thus,
Expreft his grief; and to my thoughts did read
The prettiest lecture of his country art
That could be wish'd: So that, methought, I could
Have ftudied it. I gladly entertain'd him,
Who was as glad to follow; and have got
The truftieft, loving'ft, and the gentlest boy,
That ever master kept: Him will I fend
To wait on you, and bear our hidden love.
Are. 'Tis well; no more.
Lady. Madam, the prince is come to do his service.
Are. What will you do, Philafter, with yourself? Dear, hide thyself. Bring in the prince.
Phi. Hide me from Pharamond!
When thunder fpeaks, which is the voice of Jove,
Though I do reverence, yet I hide me not.
Are. Then, good Philafter, give him scope and
In what he fays; for he is apt to speak
What you are loth to hear: For my fake do.
Phi. I will
Pha. My princely mistress, as true lovers ought, I come to kifs these fair hands; and to fhew, In outward ceremonies, the dear love
Phi. If I fhall have an answer no direclier,
Pha. To what would he have answer?
Are. To his claim unto the kingdom.
Pha. I did forbear you, Sir, before the king.
Phi. Good Sir, do fo ftill; I would not talk with
Pha. But now the time is fitter.
Phi. Pharamond!
I loath to brawl with such a blast as thou,
Who art nought but a valiant voice: But if
Thou fhalt provoke me further, men fhall fay
Thou wert,' and not lament it.
My greatnefs fo, and in the chamber of the princefs?
Phi. It is a place to which, I must confefs,
I owe a reverence: But were't the church,
Ay, at the altar, there's no place fo safe,
Where thou dar'ft injure me, but I dare punish thee:
Farewell.
[Exit Philafter.
Pha. Infolent boafter! offer but to mention
Thy right to any kingdom
Are. Let him go;
He is not worth your care.
Pha. My Arethusa !
I hope our hearts are knit; and yet fo flow
State ceremonies are, it may be long
Before our hands be fo: If then you please,
Being agreed in heart, let us not wait
For pomp and circumftance, but folemnize
A private nuptial, and anticipate
Delights, and fo foretaste our joys to come.
Are. My father, Sir, is all in all to me;
Nor can I give my fancy or my will
More scope than he fhall warrant. When he bids
My eye look up to Pharamond for lord,
I know my duty; but, till then, farewell. [Exit. Pha. Nay!-but there's more in this-some happier man!
Perhaps Philafter!-Sdeath! let me not think on't.
She must be watch'd-He too must be ta'en care of,
Or all my hopes of her and empire rest
Upon a fandy bottom.-If the means
To wed me, well; if not, I fwear revenge. [Exit.
Scene, an apartment in the palace,
Enter Philafter and Bellario.
ND thou fhalt find her honourable, boy;
Full of regard unto thy tender youth.
For thine own modefty, and for my fake,
Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask,
Ay, or deferve...
When I was nothing; and only yet am fomething
By being yours: You trusted me unknown;
And that which you are apt to construe now
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