Looks as his foul were searching out the way Bel. Oh, my noble lord, View my strange fortune, and bestow on me, 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; I took thee up: Curfe on the time! If thy VOL. III. F Com Commanding tears can work on any other, 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 : Why left you her? F 2 Gdl. Gal. She did command me. King. You're all cunning To obey us for our hurt; but I will have her. King. Each man a feveral way; here I myself. Another part of the wood. [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, Enter Philafter. Phi. I am to blame to be fo much in rage: 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! |