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Because I had been great : In short, I knew
I could not live, and therefore did desire
To die reveng'd.

Pha. If tortures can be found,
Long as thy natural life, prepare to feel
The utmost rigour.

Clere. Help to lead him hence.

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Philaster comes forth.
Phi. Turn back, you ravishers of innocence !
Know

ye

the price of that you bear away So rudely?

Pha. Who's that?
Dion. 'Tis the lord Philaster.

Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all kings in one,
The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl
That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh down
That virtue. It was I assail'd the princess.
Place me, some god, upon a piramis,
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice
Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence
I may discourse to all the under-world
The worth that dwells in him !

Pba. How's this?

Bel. My lord, some man
Weary of life, that would be glad to die.

Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies, Bellario. Bel. Alas! he's mad; come, will you lead me on?

Phi.By all the oaths that men ought most to keep,
And gods do punish most, when men do break,
He touch'd her not. Take heed, Bellario,
How thou dost drown the virtues, thou hast shewn,
With perjury. By all that's good, 'twas I:
You know, she stood betwixt me and my right.

Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge.
Clere. It was Philaster.

Dion. Is't not a brave boy?
Well, Sirs, I fear me, we are all deceiv'd.

Phi. Have I no friend here?
Dion. Yes.

Phi. Then shew it; fome
Good body lend a hand to draw us nearer.
Would you have tears shed for you when you die?
Then lay me gently on his neck, that there
I may weep floods, [they lead him to Bellario] and

there breathe out my spirit : 'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold Lock'd in the heart of earth can buy away This arm-full from me. You hard-hearted men, More ftony than these mountains, can you see Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your flesh To stop his life? to bind whose bitter wounds,

Queens

Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears Bathe 'em. Forgive me, thou that art the wealth Of poor Philaster!

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Enter King, Arethufa, and a guard. King. Is the villain ta’en?

Pha. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but say it was Philafter.

Phi. Question it no more, it was.
King. The fellow, that did fight with him, will

tell us.

Are. Ah me! I know he will.
King. Did not you know him ?
Are. No, Sir; if it was he, he was difguifed.
Phi. I was so. Oh, my stars! that I should live still.

King. Thou ambitious fool!
Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life;
Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk.
Bear him to prison.

Are. Sir, they did plot together to take hence
This harmless life; should it pass unreveng'd,
I should to earth go weeping : Grant me then
(By all the love a father bears his child)
The custody of both, and to appoint
Their tortures and their death.
King. 'Tis granted: take'em to you, with a guard.

Come,

Come, princely Pharamond, this business past,
We may with more security go on
To your intended match.

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Enter Philaster, Arethufa and Bellario,

Arethufa.
A Y, dear Philaster, grieve not! we are well.
Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear; we are

wondrous well.
Phi. Oh, Arethufa! oh, Bellario ! leave to be

kind:
I shall be shot from Heav'n, as now from earth,
If you continue so. I am a man,
False to a pair of the most trusty ones
That ever earth bore. Can it bear us all ?
Forgive, and leave me! but the king hath fent
To call me to my death : oh, fhew it me,
And then forgive me. And for thee, my boy,
I shall deliver words will mollify
The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence.
VOL. III.

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Bel,

once,

Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing Worthy your noble thoughts ; 'tis not a life, 'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away: Should I out-live you, I should then out-live Virtue and honour; and, when that day comes, If ever I shall close these

eyes

but May I live spotted for my perjury, And waste my limbs to nothing !

Are. And I (the wofullt maid that ever was,
Forc'd with my hands to bring my lord to death)
Do by the honour of a virgin swear,
To tell no hours beyond it.

Phi. Make me not hated fo:
People will tear me, when they find you true
To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath’d.
Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I
For ever sleep forgotten with my faults.
Ey’ry just servant, ev'ry maid in love,
Will have a piece of me, if you be true,

Are. My dear lord, say not so.

Bel. A piece of you !
He was not born of woman that can cut
It and look on.

Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you,
For else my heart will break with shame and sorrow.
Are. Why, 'tis well.

Bel.

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