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Gal. She did command me.

King. You're all cunning
To obey us for our hurt; but I will have her.
Run all, difperse yourselves: The man that finds her,
Or (if she be kill’d) the traitor; I'll make him great.

Pha. Come, let us feek.
King. Each man a several way; here I myself.

[Exeunt.
Another part of the wood.

Enter Arethufa.
Are. Where am I now ? Feet, find me out a way,
Without the counsel 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 store, drop some on dry

ground : See, The lively redis gone to guard her heart; [she faints. I fear, she faints. Madam, look up; she breathes

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Open once more those rosy twins, and send
Unto my lord, your latest farewell; oh, she stirs :
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 shall do best without thee; I am well.

Enter Philaster, Phi. I am to blame to be so much in rage : I'll tell her coolly, when, and where I heard This killing truth. I will be temperate In speaking, and as just in hearing it. Oh, monstrous ! [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 kiss'd by scorpions, or adore the eyes
Of basilisks, rather than trust the tongues
Of hell-bred women! Some good gods look down,
And shrink these veins up! stick me here a stone,
Lasting to ages, in the memory
Of this damn'd act! Hear me, you wicked ones!

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You have put hills of fire into this breast,
Not to be quench'd with tears; for which may guilt
Sit on your bosoms! at your meals, and beds,
Despair await you! what, before my face?
Poison of afps between your lips ! Diseases
Be your best iflues ! Nature make a curse,
And throw it on you !

Are. Dear Philaster, leave
To be enrag'd, and hear me.

Phi. I have done;
Forgive my passion. Not the calmed fea,
When Æolus locks up his windy brood,
Is less disturb'd than I. I'll make

I'll make you know it.
Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword,
And search how temperate a heart I have;
Then you, and this your boy, may live and reign
In luft, without controul. Wilt thou, Bellario?
I prithee, kill me; thou art poor, and may'st
Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead;
This

way were freer.
Are. Kill you !
Bel. Not for a world.

Phi. I blame not thee,
Bellario; thou hast done but that which gods
Would have transform'd themselves to do! be gone,
Leave me without reply; this is the last

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Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword!
Be wise, or worse will follow; we are two
Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or

fuffer.
Are. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall
Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death.
Yet tell me this, will there be no flanders,
No jealousies in the other world, no ill there?

Phi. No.
Are. Shew me then the way.

Phi. Then guide
My feeble hand, you that have pow'r to do it!
For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth
Have any way offended Hear'n, let pray’rs
Short and effectual reconcile you to it!

Enter a country fellow. Coun. I will see the king if he be in the forest; I have hunted him these two hours; if I should come home and not see him, my sisters would laugh at me. There's a courtier with his sword drawn, by this hand, upon a woman, I think.

Are. I am prepar'd.
Phi. Are you at peace?
Are. With Heav'n and earth.
Phi. May they divide thy soul and body!

Coun.

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Coun. Hold, daftard ! offer to strike a woman!

[preventing him. Phi. Leave us, good friend, Are. What ill-bred man art thou, to intrude

thyself Upon our private sports, our recreations?

Coun. I understand you not; but I know the knave would have hurt you.

Phi. Pursue thy own affairs; it will be ill
To multiply blood upon my head, which thou wilt

force me to.
Coun. I know not your rhetorick; but I can lay
it on,

if
you

offer to touch the woman.
Phi. Slave, take what thou deserv'st. [they fight.
Are. Heav'ns guard my lord !
Bel. Unmanner'd boor!--my lord !

[interposing, wounded. ! Phi. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt. The gods take part against me; could this boor Have held me thus else? I must shift for life, Though I do loath it. [Exeunt Phi. and Bel.

Coun. I cannot follow the rogue,

Enter Pharamond, Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline, and

Woodmen.

Pha. What art thou ?

Coun.

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