Phi. Oh, thou forgetful woman!

Are. How, my lord?

Phi. Falfe Arethufa!

Haft thou a medicine to restore my wits,
When I have loft 'em? If not, leave to talk,
And to do thus.

Are. Do what, Sir? Would you sleep?

Phi. For ever, Arethufa. Oh, you gods! Give me a worthy patience: Have I ftood Naked, alone, the fhock of many fortunes? Have I seen mischiefs numberlefs, and mighty, Grow like a fea upon me? Have I taken Danger as ftern as death into my bofom, And laugh'd upon it, made it but a mirth, And flung it by? Do I live now like him, Under this tyrant king, that languishing Hears his fad bell, and fees his mourners? Do I Bear all this bravely, and muft fink at length Under a woman's falfhood? Oh, that boy, That curfed boy! None but a villain boy, To ease your luft?

Are. Nay, then I am betray'd;

I feel the plot caft for my overthrow;
Oh, I am wretched!

Phi. Now you may take that little right I have To this poor kingdom; give it to your boy!

For

For I have no joy in it. Some far place
Where never womankind durft fet her foot,
For bursting with her poisons, must I seek,
And live to curfe you.

There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beafts,
What woman is, and help to fave them from you.
How Heav'n is in your eyes, but in your hearts
More hell than hell has; how your tongues, like
scorpions,

Both heal and poison; how your thoughts are woven
With thousand changes in one fubtle web,

And worn fo by you. How that foolish man,
That reads the story of a woman's face,
And dies believing it, is loft for ever.

How all the good you have, is but a shadow,
I' th' morning with you, and at night behind you,
Paft and forgotten. How your vows are frost,
Faft for a night, and with the next fun gone.
How you are, being taken all together,

A mere confufion, and fo dead a chaos,
That love cannot diftinguish. These fad texts,
'Till my laft hour, I am bound to utter of you.
So farewell all my woe, all my delight! [Exit.
Are. Be merciful, ye gods, and ftrike me dead!
What way have I deferv'd this? Make my breaft
Tranfparent as pure cryftal, that the world,

Jealous

Jealous of me, may fee the foulest thought
My heart holds. Where fhalla woman turn her eyes,
To find out conftancy? Save me, how black,

Enter Bellario.

And guiltily, methinks, that boy looks now!
Oh, thou diffembler, that, before thou spak'st,
Wert in thy cradle falfe! Sent to make lies,
And betray innocents; thy lord and thou
May glory in the ashes of a maid

Fool'd by her paffion; but the conquest is
Nothing fo great as wicked. Fly away,

Let my command force thee to that, which fhame
Should do without it. If thou understoodst
The loathed office thou haft undergone,

Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills,

Left men fhould dig and find thee.

Bel. Oh, what god,

Angry with men, hath fent this ftrange difeafe
Into the noblest minds? Madam, this grief
You add unto me is no more than drops
To feas, for which they are not feen to swell;
My lord hath ftruck his anger through my heart,
And let out all the hope of future joys:
You need not bid me fly; I come to part,
To take my latest leave.

I durft

I durft not run away in honesty,

From fuch a lady, like a boy that stole,

Or made fome grievous fault. Farewell! The gods
Affift you in your fuff'rings! Hafty time
Reveal the truth to your abused lord,

And mine; that he may know your worth! Whilft I
Go feek out fome forgotten place to die.

[Exit. Are. Peace guide thee! thou haft overthrown me

once ;'

Yet, if I had another Heaven to lose,

Thou, or another villain, with thy looks,
Might talk me out of it.

Enter a Lady.

Lady. Madam, the king would hunt, and calls

for

youn

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With earnestness.

Are. I am in tune to hunt!

له

Diana, if thou canst rage with a maid, '
As with a man, let me discover thee
Bathing, and turn me to a fearful hind, -
That I may die purfu'd by cruel hounds,

And have my story written in my wounds. [Exeunt,

ACT

A C T IV.

SCENE, a wood.

Enter Philafter.

H, that I had been nourish'd in thefe woods
With milk of goats, and acorns, and not
known

The right of crowns, nor the diffembling trains
Of womens' looks! but digg'd myself a cave,
Where I, my fire, my cattle, and my bed,
Might have been shut together in one shed;
And then had taken me some mountain girl,
Beaten with winds, chafte as the harden'd rocks
Whereon she dwells; that might have ftrew'd my bed
With leaves, and reeds, and with the skins of beafts
Our neighbours; and have borne at her big breasts
My large coarfe iffue! This had been a life
Free from vexation.

Enter Bellario.

Bel. Oh, wicked men !

An innocent may walk fafe among beasts;

Nothing affaults me here. See, my griev❜d lord

Looks