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Coun. Almoft kill'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave would have hurt her.
Pha. The princess, gentlemen!
this? Pha. Speak, villain, who would have hurt the
Coun. I told you, a rogue; I ne'er saw him before, I.
Pha. Madam, who was it?
Are. Some dishonest wretch;
Coun. He's hurt himself, and foundly too, he cannot go far; I made my father's old fox fly about
Pha. How will you have me kill him?
Are. Not at all, 'Tis some distracted fellow. If you
do take him, bring him quick to me, And I will study for a punishment, Great as his fault.
Pha, I will.
Are. But fwear.
Pha. By all my love, I will:
[Exe. Are. Pha. Dion, Clere. Thra. and Wood.
Coun. If I get clear of this, I'll go see no more gay fights.
Enter Bellario, with a scarf.
A death's wound to me! I am faint and weak,
sweet ones all,
Enter Philafter. Phi. I have done ill; my conscience calls me
false. What, strike at her, that would not strike at me! When I did fight, methought, I heard her pray The gods to guard me. She may be abus'd, And I a loathed villain : If she be, She'll not discover me; the slave has wounds, And cannot follow, neither knows he me. Who's this ? Bellario fleeping! If thou beeft Guilty, there is no justice that thy ileep Should be so found; and mine, whom thou haft
wrong'd, So broken. Bel. Who is there ? my lord Philaster!
[A cry within. . Hark! you are pursu’d; fly, fly my lord! and save Yourself. · Phi. How's this! wouldst thou I should be fafe?
Bel. Elfe were it vain for me to live; oh, feize, My lord, thefe offer'd means of your escape ! The princess, I am sure, will ne'er reveal you ; They have no mark to know you, but your wounds; I, coming in betwixt the boor and you, Was wounded too. To stay the loss of blood I did bind on this scarf, which thus
I tear away. Fly! and 'twill be believ'd 'Twas I assail'd the princess.
Pbị. 0 heavens ! What hast thou done ? Art thou then true to me?
Bel. Or let meperish loath'd! come, my good lord, Creep in amongst those bushes : Who does know, But that the gods may fave your much-lov'd breath?
Phi. Oh, I shall die for grief! what wilt thou do? Bel. Shiftfor myselfwell: Peace, I hear'em come! Within. Follow, follow, follow; that way they
went. Bel. With my own wounds I'll bloody my own
sword ! I need not counterfeit to fall; Heav'n knows That I can stand no longer.
Enter Pharamond, Dion, Cleremont, Thrafiline, &c. Pha. To this place we have track'd him by his
blood. Clere. Yonder, my lord, creeps one' away, Dion. Stay, Sir, what are you?
Bel. A wretched creature wounded in these woods
Dion. This is he, my lord,
That wicked boy, that serv'd her.
Pha. Oh, thou damn'd
Bel. Then I am betray'd.
Bel. I confess,
Pha. I will know
Bel. My own revenge.
Bel. It pleas'd her to receive