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Phi. Oh, thou forgetful woman!
Are. How, my lord ?
Phi. False Arethusa!
Haft thou a medicine to restore my wits,
When I have lost 'em? If not, leave to talk,
And to do thus.
Are. Do what, Sir? Would you sleep?
Phi. For ever, Arethusa. Oh, you gods !
Give me a worthy patience: Have I stood
Naked, alone, the shock of many fortunes ?
Have I seen mischiefs numberless, and mighty,
Grow like a sea upon me? Have I taken
Danger as stern as death into my bosom,
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 bcll, and sees his mourners? Do I
Bear all this bravely, and must sink 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 cast for my overthrow;
Oh, I am wretched !
Phi. Now you may take that little right I have To this poor kingdom; give it to your boy!
For I have no joy in it. Some far place
Where never womankind durft set her foot,
For bursting with her poisons, must I seek,
And live to curse you.
There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beasts,
What woman is, and help to save them from you.
How Heav'n is in your eyes, but in your hearts
More hell than hell has; how your tongues, like
Both heal and poison; how your thoughts are woven
With thoufand changes in one fubtle web,
And worn fo by you. How that foolish man,
That reads the story of a woman's face,
And dies believing it, is loft for ever.
How all the good you have, is but a shadow,
I'th' morning with you, and at night behind you,
Past and forgotten. How your vows are frost,
Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone.
How you are, being taken all together,
A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos,
That love cannot distinguish. These fad texts,
'Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you.
So farewell all my woe, all my delight! [Exit.
Are. Be merciful, ye gods, and strike me dead !
What way have I deserv'd this? Make my breast
Transparent as pure crystal, that the world,
Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought
My heart holds. Where shalla woman turn her eyes,
To find out conftancy? Save me, how black,
Enter Bellario. And guiltilý, methinks, that boy looks now! Oh, thou difsembler, that, before thou spak'st, Wert in thy cradle false ! Sent to make lies, And betray innocents; thy lord and thou May glory in the ashes of à maid Fool'd by her passion; but the conquest is Nothing so great as wicked. Fly away, Let my command force thee to that, which shame Should do without it. If thou understoodft The loathed office thou hast undergone, Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, Left men should dig and find thee. I
Bel. Oh, what god, Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease Into the noblest minds? Madam, this grief You add unto me is no more than drops To seas, for which they are not seen to swell; My lord hath struck his anger through my heart, And let out all the hope of future joys: You need not bid me fly; I come to part, To take my latest leave.
I durst not run away in honesty,
From such a lady, like a boy that stole,
Or made some grievous fault. Farewell! The gods
Aflift you in your suff’rings! Hafty time
Reveal the truth to your abused lord,
And mine; that he may know your worth! Whilft I
Go seek out fome forgotten place to die. [Exit.
Are. Peace guide thee! thou hast overthrown me
Yet, if I had another Heaven to lose,
Thou, or another villain, with thy looks,
Might talk me out of it.
Enter a Lady.
Lady. Madam, the king would hunt, and calls
for you'... .
Are. I am in tune to hunt!
Diana, if thou canst räge with a maid,
As with a man, let me discover thee
Bathing, and turn me to a fearful hind,
That I may die pursu'd by cruel hounds,
And have my story written in my wounds. [Exeunt.
H, that I had been nourish'd in these woods
With milk of goats, and acorns, and not
The right of crowns, nor the diffembling trains
Of womens' looks! but digg'd myself a cave,
Where I, my fire, my cattle, and my bed,
Might have been shut together in one shed;
And then had taken me some mountain girl,
Beaten with winds, chaste as the harden'd rocks
Whereon she dwells; that might have strew'd my bed
With leaves, and reeds, and with the skins of beasts
Our neighbours; and have borne at her big breasts
My large coarse iffue ! This had been a life
Free from vexation.
Bel. Oh, wicked men! An innocent may walk fafe among beasts ; Nothing assaults me here. See, my griev'd lord