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Dion. What fhould this mean?

King. If it be true,
That lady had much better have embrac'd
Cureless diseases. Get you to your rest.

[Exeunt Arethufa and Bellario. You shall be righted. Gentlemen, draw near: Hafte, some of

you, and cunningly discover If Megra be in her lodging.

Clere. Sir,

She parted hence but now with other ladies.

King. I would speak with her.
Dion. She's here, my lord.

Enter Megra.
King. Now, lady of honour, where's your honour


No man can fit your palate, but the prince.
Thou troubled sea of sin; thou wilderness
Inhabited by wild affections, tell me,
Had you none to pull on with your courtesies
But he that must be mine, and wrong my daughter?
By all the gods! all these, and all the court
Shall hoot thee, and break scurvy jests upon thee,
Make ribald rhimes, and fear thy name on walls.
Megra. I dare, my lord, your hootings and your


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Your private whispers, and your broader fleerings,
Can no more vex my soul, than this base carriage,
The poor destruction of a lady's honour,
The publishing the weakness of a woman.
But I have vengeance yet in store for some,
Shall, in the utmost scorn you can have of me,
Be joy and nourishment.

King. What means the wanton ?
D'ye glory in your shame?

Megra. I will have fellows,
Such fellows in't, as shall make noble mirth.
The princess, your dear daughter, shall stand by me
On walls, and sung in ballads, any thing.

King. My daughter !

Megra. Yes, your daughter Arethusa,
The glory of your Sicily, which I,
A stranger to your kingdom, laugh to scorn.
I know her shame, and will discover all :
Nay, will dishonour her. I know the boy
She keeps, a handsome boy, about eighteen ;
Know what she does with him, and where, and

Come, Sir, you put me to a woman's madness,
The glory of a fury.

King. What boy's this She raves about ?



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Megra. Alas, good-minded prince !
You know not thefe things: I will make them

I will not fall alone : What I have known
Shall be as public as a print ; all tongues
Shall speak it, as they do the language they
Are born in, as free and commonly: I'll set it
Like a prodigious star, for all to gaze at;
And that so high and glowing, other realms,
Foreign and far, shall read it there ; and then
Behold the fall of your fair princess too. [Exit.

King. Haş lhe a boy?

Clere. So please your grace, I've seen
A boy wait on her, a fair boy.
King. Away! I'd be alone. Go, get you to
your quarters.


Manet King
You gods, I see, that who unrighteously
Holds wealth or state from others, shall be curst
In that which meaner men are bleft withal :
Ages to come shall know no male of him
Left to inherit, and his name shall be
Blotted from earth. If he have any child,
It shall be crossly match'd. The gods themselves
Shall sow wild strife between her lord and her;


Or she shall prove his curse, who gave her being.
Gods ! if it be your wills--but how can I
Look to be heard of gods, who must be just,
Praying upon the ground I hold by wrong?


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Enter Philaster:
H, that I had a sea

Within my breast, to quench the fire I feel!
More circumstances will but fan this fire.
It more afflicts me now, to know by whom
This deed is done, than simply that 'tis done.
Woman, frail sex! the winds that are let loose
From the four several corners of the earth,
And spread themselves all over sea and land,
Kiss not a chafte one! Taken with her boy!
O, that, like beasts, we could not grieve ourselves
With what we fee not ! Bulls and rams will fight
To keep their females standing in their fight;
But take 'em from them, and you take at once

Their spleens away; and they will fall again
Unto their pastures, growing fresh and fat ;
And taste the water of the springs as sweet
As 'twas before, finding no start in sleep.
But miserable man-See, see, you gods,

[Seeing Bellario at a distance:
He walks still ! and the face, you let him wear
When he was innocent, is still the same,
Not blasted. Is this justice? Do you mean
To intrap mortality, that you allow
Treason so smooth a Brow ?

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Enter Bellario.
I cannot now
Think he is guilty.

Bel. Health to you, my lord !
The princess doth commend her love, her life.
And this unto you.

[Gives a letter
Phi. Oh, Bellario,
Now I perceive she loves me; she does shew it
In loving thee, my boy; fh' has made thee brave.

Bel. My lord, she has attired me past my wish,
Paft my desert; more fit for her attendant,
Though far unfit for me, who do attend.
Phi. Thou art grown courtly, boy. Oh, let all

[Reads. VOL. III.



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