Enter Philafter. Phi. I have done ill; my confcience calls me falfe. What, strike at her, that would not strike at me! She'll not discover me; the flave has wounds, Should be fo found; and mine, whom thou haft wrong'd, So broken. Bel. Who is there? my lord Philafter! [A cry within. Hark! you are purfu'd; fly, fly my lord! and fave Yourself. Phi. How's this! wouldft thou I fhould be fafe? Bel. Elfe were it vain for me to live; oh, feize, My lord, thefe offer'd means of your escape! Was wounded too. To ftay the lofs of blood I tear I tear away. Fly! and 'twill be believ'd 'Twas I affail'd the princess. What haft thou done? Art thou then true to me? Bel. Or let me perish 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 fhall die for grief! what wilt thou do? Bel. Shift for myself well: Peace, I hear 'em come! Within. Follow, follow, follow; that way they went. Bel. With my own wounds I'll bloody my own fword! I need not counterfeit to fall; Heav'n knows 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, Bel. A wretched creature wounded in thefe woods By beafts! relieve me, if your names be men, Dion. This is he, my lord, Upon my foul, affail'd her; 'tis the boy, That That wicked boy, that ferv'd her. In thy creation! what caufe couldst thou shape Bel. Then I am betray'd. Dion. Betray'd! no, apprehended. Urge it no more, that, big with evil thoughts, Pha. I will know Who hir'd thee to this deed. Bel. My own revenge. Pha. Revenge, for what? Bel. It pleas'd her to receive Me as her page, and, when my fortunes ebb'd, To burning funs upon me, and did dry Because Because I had been great: In fhort, I knew I could not live, and therefore did defire Pha. If tortures can be found, Long as thy natural life, prepare to feel The utmost rigour. Clere. Help to lead him hence. Philafter 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 Philafter. 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 affail'd the princess. Place me, fome god, upon a piramis, Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence I may difcourfe to all the under-world The worth that dwells in him! Pha. How's this? Bel. My lord, fome man Weary of life, that would be glad to die. Phi. Leave thefe untimely courtefies, 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 doft drown the virtues, thou haft fhewn, With perjury. By all that's good, 'twas I: You know, fhe ftood betwixt me and my right. Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge. Clere. It was Philafter. 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 fhew it; fome Good body lend a hand to draw us nearer. "Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold flesh Queens |