Which gave him roots; and of the crystal springs, 130 That could be wished: so that methought I could Re-enter Lady. Are. 'Tis well; no more. Lady. Madam, the prince is come to do his service. 141 Phi. Why, that which all the gods have appointed out When thunder speaks, which is the voice of Jove, Are. Unto a foreign nation, that he made He cannot know it. Phi. Though it should sleep for ever to the world, 150 It is a simple sin to hide myself, Which will for ever on my conscience lie. Are. Then, good Philaster, give him scope and way What you are loath to hear: for my sake, do. Phi. I will. Re-enter Lady with Pharamond. Pha. My princely mistress, as true lovers ought, In outward ceremonies, the dear love Phi. If I shall have an answer no directlier, I am gone. [Exit Lady. 160 Pha. To what would he have answer? Pha. Sirrah, I forbare you before the King Phi. Good sir, do so still: I would not talk with you. To make mention of right to any kingdom, Phi. Good sir, let me go. Pha. And by the gods Phi. Peace, Pharamond! if thou- Phi. I have done. Pha. Leave us, Philaster. 170 You are gone! by Heaven I'll fetch you back. [Going. Phi. You shall not need. [Returning. Pha. What now? Know, Pharamond, Pha. I loathe to brawl with such a blast as thou, Do you slight Phi. It is a place to which I must confess 180 I owe a reverence; but were 't the church, Pha. 'Tis an odd fellow, madam; we must stop [Exit. His mouth with some office when we are married. Are. You were best make him your controller. Pha. I think he would discharge it well. But, madam, I hope our hearts are knit; and yet so slow 190 The ceremonies of state are, that 'twill be long Are. If you dare speak such thoughts, I must withdraw in honour. [Exit. Pha. The constitution of my body will never hold out till the wedding; I must seek elsewhere. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND SCENE I An Apartment in the Palace. Enter Philaster and Bellario. Phi. And thou shalt find her honourable, boy; Bel. Ay, or deserve. Sir, you did take me up When I was nothing; and only yet am something A simple innocence in me, perhaps Might have been craft, the cunning of a boy I never can expect to serve a lady That bears more honour in her breast than you. 10 |