Meg. Do you study to forget me, and I'll study To forget you. [Exeunt King and Megra, severally. Cle. Why, here's a male spirit fit for Hercules. If ever there be Nine Worthies of women, this wench shall ride astride and be their captain. 179 Dion. Sure, she has a garrison of devils in her tongue, she uttered such bails of wild-fire: she has so nettled the King, that all the doctors in the country will scarce cure him. That boy was a strange-foundout antidote to cure her infection; that boy, that princess' boy; that brave, chaste, virtuous lady's boy; and a fair boy, a well-spoken boy! All these considered, can make nothing else but there I leave you, gentlemen. Thra. Nay, we'll go wander with you. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD SCENE I The Court of the Palace. Enter Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline. Cle. Nay, doubtless, 'tis true. Dion. Ay; and 'tis the gods With his own issue. Is it not a shame For us that should write noble in the land, Philaster, pressed down from his royal right And see the sceptre ready to be cast Into the hands of that lascivious lady 10. That lives in lust with a smooth boy, now to be To yon strange prince, who, but that people please In that which should be his most noble part, His mind? Thra. That man that would not stir with you To aid Philaster, let the gods forget That such a creature walks upon the earth! The gentry do await it, and the people, Dion. Cle. 'Tis without question so. She Why, gentlemen, Ay, 'tis past speech, es dishonestly: but how shall we, If he be curious, work upon his faith? 20 30 Thra. Dion. 'Twill move him. Here he comes. Enter Philaster. Good morrow to your honour: we have spent Phi. My worthy friends, You that can keep your memories to know Dion. My good lord, 40 We come to urge that virtue, which we know The nobles and the people are all dulled With this usurping King; and not a man, That ever heard the word, or knew such a thing Phi. How honourable is this love in you To me that have deserved none ! Know, my (You, that were born to shame your poor Philaster To melt myself in thanks: but my designs I shall employ your loves; but yet the time Dion. The time is fuller, sir, than you expect ; 51 That which hereafter will not, perhaps, be reached By violence may now be caught. As for the King, You know the people have long hated him ; Phi. Why, what of her? Dion. Is loathed as much as he. Phi. By what strange means? Dion. Phi. 60 She's known a whore. Thou liest. [Offers to draw his sword: they hold him. And thou shalt feel it! I had thought thy mind Had been of honour. Thus to rob a lady Dion. Phi. Sure, he does love her. This is most strange: I do love fair truth : 70 She is my mistress, and who injures her |