all men to read their actions through: men's hearts and faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but view yon stranger well, and you shall see a fever through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true tenant: if he give not back his crown again upon the report of an elder-gun, I have no augury.

King. Go to;

Be more yourself, as you respect our favour ;

You'll stir us else. Sir, I must have you know, 270
That you are, and shall be, at our pleasure, what
Fashion we will put upon you.
Smooth your brow,

Or by the gods—

Phi. I am dead, sir; you're my fate. It was not I
Said, I was wronged: I carry all about me
My weak stars lead me to, all my weak fortunes.
Who dares in all this presence speak (that is
But man of flesh, and may be mortal), tell me,
I do not most entirely love this prince,
And honour his full virtues !

King.

Phi. Yes, with my father's spirit.

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Sure, he's possessed.
It's here, O King,
A dangerous spirit! now he tells me, King,
I was a king's heir, bids me be a king,
And whispers to me, these are all my subjects.
'Tis strange he will not let me sleep, but dives
Into my fancy, and there gives me shapes
That kneel and do me service, cry me king:

But I'll suppress him; he's a factious spirit,
Noble sir, your hand;

And will undo me.

I am your servant.

King.
Away! I do not like this: 290
I'll make you tamer, or I'll dispossess you
Both of your life and spirit. For this time
I pardon your wild speech, without so much
As your imprisonment.

[Exeunt King, Pharamond, Arethusa,
and Attendants.

Dion. I thank you, sir! you dare not for the people. Gal. Ladies, what think you now of this brave fellow? Meg. A pretty talking fellow, hot at hand. But eye yon stranger: is he not a fine complete gentleman? Oh, these strangers, I do affect them strangely! they do the rarest home-things, and please the fullest! As I live, I could love all the nation over and over for his sake.

302 Gal. Gods comfort your poor head-piece, lady! 'tis a weak one, and had need of a night-cap.

[Exeunt Galatea, Megra, and Lady.

Dion. See, how his fancy labours! Has he not

Spoke home and bravely? what a dangerous
train

Did he give fire to! how he shook the King,
Made his soul melt within him, and his blood
Run into whey! it stood upon his brow

Like a cold winter-dew.

Phi.

Gentlemen,

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You have no suit to me? I am no minion:

You stand, methinks, like men that would be courtiers,

If I could well be flattered at a price,

Not to undo your children. You're all honest:
Go, get you home again, and make your country
A virtuous court, to which your great ones may,
In their diseasèd age, retire and live recluse.
Cle. How do you, worthy sir?

Phi.

Well, very well;
And so well that, if the King please, I find
I may live many years.

Dion.

Phi.

The King must please, 320
Whilst we know what you are and who you are,
Your wrongs and injuries. Shrink not, worthy sir,
But add your father to you; in whose name
We'll waken all the gods, and conjure up
The rods of vengeance, the abusèd people,
Who, like to raging torrents, shall swell high,
And so begirt the dens of these male-dragons,
That, through the strongest safety, they shall beg
For mercy at your sword's point.

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Friends, no more; Our ears may be corrupted; 'tis an age We dare not trust our wills to. Do you love me? Thra. Do we love heaven and honour?

Phi.

My Lord Dion, you had

A virtuous gentlewoman called you father;
Is she yet alive?

Dion.

Most honoured sir, she is ;

And, for the penance but of an idle dream,
Has undertook a tedious pilgrimage.

Enter a Lady.

Phi. Is it to me,

Or any of these gentlemen, you come?

Lady. To you, brave lord; the princess would entreat

Your present company.

Phi. The princess send for me! you are mistaken.
Lady. If you be called Philaster, 'tis to you.
Phi. Kiss her fair hand, and say I will attend her.

Dion. Do you know what you do?

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[Exit Lady.

Phi.
Yes; go to see a woman.
Cle. But do you weigh the danger you are in?
Phi. Danger in a sweet face!

By Jupiter, I must not fear a woman!
Thra. But are you sure it was the princess sent?
It may be some foul train to catch your life.
Phi. I do not think it, gentlemen; she's noble.

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Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red
And white friends in her cheeks may steal my soul

out;

[Exit.

There's all the danger in't: but, be what may,
Her single name hath armèd me.

Dion.

Go on,

And be as truly happy as thou 'rt fearless!

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Come, gentlemen, let's make our friends acquainted,
Lest the King prove false.

[Exeunt.

Lady. Dear madam, you were wont to credit me
At first.

Are.

But didst thou tell me so?

I am forgetful, and my woman's strength
Is so o'ercharged with dangers like to grow
About my marriage, that these under-things
Dare not abide in such a troubled sea.

How looked he when he told thee he would come? Lady. Why, well.

Are.

And not a little fearful?

Lady. Fear, madam! sure, he knows not what it is. ΙΟ Are. You are all of his faction; the whole court

Is bold in praise of him; whilst I

May live neglected, and do noble things,