Phi. Oh, thou forgetful woman! Are. How, my lord? Phi. Falfe Arethufa! Haft thou a medicine to restore my wits, Are. Do what, Sir? Would you sleep? Phi. For ever, Arethufa. Oh, you gods! Give me a worthy patience: Have I ftood Naked, alone, the fhock of many fortunes? Have I seen mischiefs numberlefs, and mighty, Grow like a fea upon me? Have I taken Danger as ftern as death into my bofom, And laugh'd upon it, made it but a mirth, And flung it by? Do I live now like him, Under this tyrant king, that languishing Hears his fad bell, and fees his mourners? Do I Bear all this bravely, and muft fink at length Under a woman's falfhood? Oh, that boy, That curfed boy! None but a villain boy, To ease your luft? Are. Nay, then I am betray'd; I feel the plot caft for my overthrow; Phi. Now you may take that little right I have To this poor kingdom; give it to your boy! For For I have no joy in it. Some far place There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beafts, Both heal and poison; how your thoughts are woven And worn fo by you. How that foolish man, How all the good you have, is but a shadow, A mere confufion, and fo dead a chaos, Jealous Jealous of me, may fee the foulest thought Enter Bellario. And guiltily, methinks, that boy looks now! Fool'd by her paffion; but the conquest is Let my command force thee to that, which fhame Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, Left men fhould dig and find thee. Bel. Oh, what god, Angry with men, hath fent this ftrange difeafe I durft I durft not run away in honesty, From fuch a lady, like a boy that stole, Or made fome grievous fault. Farewell! The gods And mine; that he may know your worth! Whilft I [Exit. Are. Peace guide thee! thou haft overthrown me once ;' Yet, if I had another Heaven to lose, Thou, or another villain, with thy looks, Enter a Lady. Lady. Madam, the king would hunt, and calls for youn આ ધાર્મ With earnestness. Are. I am in tune to hunt! له Diana, if thou canst rage with a maid, ' And have my story written in my wounds. [Exeunt, ACT A C T IV. SCENE, a wood. Enter Philafter. H, that I had been nourish'd in thefe woods The right of crowns, nor the diffembling trains Enter Bellario. Bel. Oh, wicked men ! An innocent may walk fafe among beasts; Nothing affaults me here. See, my griev❜d lord Looks |