hot, and cried, my business was a matter that con- King. 'Tis then no time to dally.-You o' the guard, [Dion, Cleremont, etc., knock at the door What, has their pleasure taken off their hearing? I'll break your meditations.-Knock again.— Not yet? I do not think he sleeps, having this 80 Larum by him.-Once more.-Pharamond! prince! [Pharamond appears at a window. Pha. What saucy groom knocks at this dead of night? Where be our waiters? By my vexèd soul, He meets his death that meets me, for this bold ness. King. Prince, prince, you wrong your thoughts; we are your friends: King. The same, sir. Come down, sir : We have cause of present counsel with you. Enter Pharamond below. Pha. If your grace please To use me, I'll attend you to your chamber. King. No, 'tis too late, prince; I'll make bold with yours. Pha. I have some private reasons to myself Makes me unmannerly, and say you cannot.- King. Sir, be resolved I must and will come.-Enter ! He that enters, enters upon his death. Sir, 'tis a sign you make no stranger of me, King. Why do you 90 100 Chafe yourself so? you are not wronged nor shall be; Only I'll search your lodging, for some cause To ourself known.-Enter, I say. Pha. I say, no. Meg. [Megra appears at a window. Let 'em enter, prince, let 'em enter; I am up and ready: I know their business; 'Tis the poor breaking of a lady's honour They hunt so hotly after; let 'em enjoy it.— You have your business, gentlemen; I lay here. Oh, my lord the King, this is not noble in you, To make public the weakness of a woman! King. Meg. I dare, my lord. clamours, Come down. IIO Your hootings and your Your private whispers and your broad fleerings, Shall, in the most contempt you can have of me, King. Will you come down? Meg. Yes, to laugh at your worst; but I shall wring you, If my skill fail me not. [Exit above. King. Sir, I must dearly chide you for this looseness; You have wronged a worthy lady: but, no more.— Conduct him to my lodging and to bed. 121 [Exeunt Pharamond and Attendants. Cle. Get him another wench, and you bring him to bed indeed. Dion. 'Tis strange a man cannot ride a stage Or two, to breathe himself, without a warrant. That they be not by some trick of state mistaken! Enter Megra below. King. Now, lady of honour, where's your honour now? Meg. Thou troubled sea of lust, thou wilderness And all the court, shall hoot thee through the court, Fling rotten oranges, make ribald rhymes, And sear thy name with candles upon walls! 140 Faith, sir, you must pardon me; The princess, your dear daughter, shall stand by me On walls, and sung in ballads, any thing : Urge me no more; I know her and her haunts, 150 Her lays, leaps, and outlays, and will discover all ; She keeps; a handsome boy, about eighteen ; King. Do't to the height Meg. Alas! gocd-minded things! What boy is this she raves at? prince, you know not these I am loth to reveal 'em. Keep this fault, 160 And so high and glowing, that other kingdoms far and foreign Shall read it there, nay, travel with it, till they find No tongue to make it more, nor no more people; And then behold the fall of your fair princess! 170 King. Has she a boy? Cle. So please your grace, I have seen a boy wait on her, King. |