Looks as his foul were searching out the way
To leave his body. Pardon me, that must
Break thro' thy laft command; for I must speak:
You, that are griev'd, can pity; hear, my lord.
Phi. Is there a creature yet so miserable,
That I can pity?

Bel. Oh, my noble lord,

View my strange fortune, and bestow on me,
According to your bounty (if my service
Can merit nothing) so much as may serve
To keep that little piece I hold of life
From cold and hunger.

Phi. Is it thou? Be gone:

Go, fell those misbeseeming cloaths thou wear'st, And feed thyfelf with them.

Bel. Alas! my lord, I can get nothing for them: The filly country people think, 'tis treason To touch fuch gay things.

Phi. Now, by my life, this is

Unkindly done, to vex me with thy fight;
Thou'rt fall'n again to thy diffembling trade :
How shouldft thou think to cozen me again?
Remains there yet a plague untried for me?
Ev'n fo thou wept'ft, and look'dft, and spok'ft,
when firft

I took thee up: Curfe on the time! If thy

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Commanding tears can work on any other,
Ufe thy old art, I'll not betray it. Which
Way wilt thou take? that I may fhun thee; for
Thine eyes are poifon unto mine; and I
Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way?
Bel. Any will ferve. But I will chuse to have
That path in chace that leads unto my grave.
[Exeunt feverally.

Enter Dion and the Woodmen.

Dion. This is the strangest sudden chance! You, woodman!

1 Wood. My lord Dion.

Dion. Saw you a lady come this way on a fable horfe, ftudded with ftars of white?

2 Wood. Was the not young and tall?

Dion. Yes; rode fhe to the wood, or to the plain? 2 Wood. Faith, my lord, we saw none.

[Exeunt Wood. Dion. Pox of your questions then!

Enter Cleremont.

What, is the found?

Clere. Nor will be, I think. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst us; some say, her horfe run away with her; fome, a wolf purfued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that

armed

armed men were seen in the wood: But, questionlefs, she rode away willingly.

Enter King and Thrafiline.

King. Where is the?

Clere. Sir, I cannot tell.

King. How is that?.

1

Sir, Ipeak you where the is.

Dion. Sir, I do not know.

King. You have betray'd me, you have let me lofe The jewel of my life: Go, bring her me, And fet her here before me; 'tis the king Will have it fo. Alas! what are we kings? Why do you, gods, place us above the reft; To be ferv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd, till we Believe, we hold within our hands your thunder; And when we come to try the pow'r we have, There's not a leaf shakes at our threatenings? I have finn'd,'tis true, and here ftand to be punish'd; Yet would not thus be punish'd.

Enter Pharamond, Galatea, and Megra. King. What, is the found?

Pha. No, we have ta'en her horfe.

He gallop'd empty by; there is fome treafon :
You, Galatea, rode with her into th' wood;

Why left you her?

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Gdl.

Gal. She did command me.

King. You're all cunning

To obey us for our hurt; but I will have her.
Run all, disperse yourselves: The man that finds her,
Or (if the be kill'd) the traitor; I'll make him great.
Pha. Come, let us feek.

King. Each man a feveral way; here I myself.

Another part of the wood.
Enter Arethufa.

[Exeunt.

Are. Where am I now? Feet, find me out a way, Without the counfel of my troubled head; I'll follow you boldly about these woods, O'er mountains, thoro' brambles, pits, and floods: Heaven, I hope, will eafe me. I am fick.

Enter Bellario.

Bel. Yonder's my lady; Heav'n knows, I want nothing,

Because I do not wish to live; yet I

Will try her charity. Oh, hear, you that have

plenty,

And from that flowing ftore, drop fome on dry ground: See,

The lively red is gone to guard her heart; [he faints. I fear, she faints. Madam, look up; the breathes

not;

Open

Open once more those rofy twins, and fend

Unto my lord, your latest farewell; oh, the ftirs: How is it, madam?

Are. "Tis not gently done,

To put me in a miserable life,

And hold me there; I pray thee, let me go,
I fhall do beft without thee; I am well.

Enter Philafter.

Phi. I am to blame to be fo much in rage:
I'll tell her coolly, when, and where I heard
This killing truth. I will be temperate
In fpeaking, and as just in hearing it.

Oh, monftrous! [feeing them.] Tempt me not, ye gods! good gods,

Tempt not a frail man! what's he, that has a heart, But he must ease it here?

Bel. My lord, help the princefs.

Are. I am well; forbear.

Phi. Let me love lightning, let me be embrac'd And kifs'd by fcorpions, or adore the eyeş Of bafilifks, rather than trust the tongues Of hell-bred women! Some good gods look down, And shrink these veins up! stick me here a stone, Lafting to ages, in the memory

Of this damn'd act! Hear me, you wicked ones!