Your noble name from eating age) do I
Opine myself most happy. Gentlemen,
Believe me in a word, a prince's word,

There shall be nothing to make up a kingdom 150
Mighty and flourishing, defenced, feared,
Equal to be commanded and obeyed,

But through the travels of my life I'll find it,
And tie it to this country. By all the gods
My reign shall be so easy to the subject,
That every man shall be his prince himself
And his own law-yet I his prince and law.
And, dearest lady, to your dearest self

(Dear in the choice of him whose name and lustre
Must make you more and mightier) let me say, 160
You are the blessed'st living; for, sweet princess,
You shall enjoy a man of men to be

Your servant; you shall make him yours, for whom
Great queens must die.

Thra.

Miraculous!

Cle. This speech calls him Spaniard, being nothing but a large inventory of his own commendations.

Dion. I wonder what's his price; for certainly

He'll sell himself, he has so praised his shape.
But here comes one more worthy those large
speeches,

Enter Philaster.

Than the large speaker of them.

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Let me be swallowed quick, if I can find,
In all the anatomy of yon man's virtues,
One sinew sound enough to promise for him,
He shall be constable. By this sun, he'll ne'er
make king,

Unless it be of trifles, in my poor judgment.

Phi. [kneeling.] Right noble sir, as low as my obedi

ence,

And with a heart as loyal as my knee,

I beg your favour.

King.

Rise; you have it, sir. [Philaster rises.

Dion. Mark but the King, how pale he looks, he

fears!

Oh, this same whorson conscience, how it jades

My language to you, prince; you, foreign man !
Ne'er stare nor put on wonder, for you must
Endure me, and you shall. This earth you tread

upon

(A dowry, as you hope, with this fair princess),
By my dead father (oh, I had a father,

Whose memory I bow to !) was not left

To your inheritance, and I up and living—
Having myself about me and my sword,
The souls of all my name and memories,

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These arms and some few friends beside the gods

To part so calmly with it, and sit still

And say, 'I might have been.' I tell thee, Phara-
mond,

When thou art king, look I be dead and rotten,
And my name ashes: for, hear me, Pharamond!
This very ground thou goest on, this fat earth,
My father's friends made fertile with their faiths,
Before that day of shame shall gape and swallow
Thee and thy nation, like a hungry grave,
Into her hidden bowels; prince, it shall;
By the just gods, it shall!

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Pha.
He's mad; beyond cure, mad.
Dion. Here is a fellow has some fire in 's veins :

The outlandish prince looks like a tooth-drawer.
Phi. Sir prince of popinjays, I'll make it well
Appear to you I am not mad.

King.

You are too bold.

Phi.

You displease us:

No, sir, I am too tame,

Too much a turtle, a thing born without passion,
A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud

Sails over, and makes nothing.

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King.

I do not fancy this.

Call our physicians: sure, he's somewhat tainted. Thra. I do not think 'twill prove so.

Dion. H'as given him a general purge already,
For all the right he has; and now he means
To let him blood. Be constant, gentlemen:
By heaven, I'll run his hazard,

Although I run my name out of the kingdom!
Cle. Peace, we are all one soul.

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Pha. What you have seen in me to stir offence,
I cannot find, unless it be this lady,
Offered into mine arms with the succession;
Which I must keep (though it hath pleased your
fury

To mutiny within you), without disputing

Your genealogies, or taking knowledge

Whose branch you are: the King will leave it

me,

And I dare make it mine. You have your answer. Phi. If thou wert sole inheritor to him

That made the world his, and couldst see no sun
Shine upon any thing but thine; were Pharamond
As truly valiant as I feel him cold,

And ringed among the choicest of his friends
(Such as would blush to talk such serious follies,
Or back such bellied commendations),

And from this presence, spite of all these bugs,
You should hear further from me.

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King. Sir, you wrong the prince; I gave you not this

freedom

To brave our best friends: you deserve our frown.
Go to; be better tempered.

Phi. It must be, sir, when I am nobler used.

Gal. Ladies,

This would have been a pattern of succession,
Had he ne'er met this mischief. By my life,
He is the worthiest the true name of man

This day within my knowledge.

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Meg. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge; But the other is the man set in mine eye :

Gal.

Oh, 'tis a prince of wax !

King. Philaster, tell me

A dog it is.

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The injuries you aim at in your riddles.

Phi. If you had my eyes, sir, and sufferance,

My griefs upon you and my broken fortunes,

My wants great, and now nothing-hopes and fears, My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laughed at. Dare you be still my king, and right me? King. Give me your wrongs in private.

Phi.

Take them,

And ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas.

[They whisper.

Cle. He dares not stand the shock.
Dion. I cannot blame him; there's danger in 't.

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Every man in this age has not a soul of crystal, for