Both heal and poison; how your thoughts are Woven With thousand changes in one subtle web, And worn so by you; how that foolish man, How all the good you have is but a shadow, I' the morning with you, and at night behind you A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, [Exit. Are. Be merciful, ye gods, and strike me dead! Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought My heart holds. Where shall a woman turn her eyes, To find out constancy? 130 Enter Bellario. Save me, how black And guiltily, methinks, that boy looks now! Bel. And betray innocents! Thy lord and thou Fooled by her passion; but the conquest is Let my command force thee to that which shame 140 Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, Oh, what God, To seas, for which they are not seen to swell; You need not bid me fly; I came to part, To take my latest leave. Farewell for ever! From such a lady, like a boy that stole 159 Or made some grievous fault. The power of gods Hasty time Reveal the truth to your abusèd lord And mine, that he may know your worth; whilst I [Exit Bellario. Thou hast overthrown me Are. Peace guide thee! once ; Yet, if I had another Troy to lose, Thou, or another villain with thy looks, Enter a Lady. 160 Lady. Madam, the King would hunt, and calls for you With earnestness. Are. I am in tune to hunt! 170 [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH SCENE I Before the Palace. Enter King, Pharamond, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra, Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline, and Attendants. King. What, are the hounds before and all the wood men, Our horses ready and our bows bent? Dion. [To Pharamond. Your venial trespass; let not that sit heavy Upon your spirit; here's none dare utter it. Dion. He looks like an old surfeited stallion after his leaping, dull as a dormouse. See how he sinks ! The wench has shot him between wind and water, and, I hope, sprung a leak. Thra. He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough: his greatest fault is, he hunts too much in the purlieus; would he would leave off poaching! 9 Dion. And for his horn, h'as left it at the lodge where he lay late. Oh, he's a precious limehound! turn him loose upon the pursuit of a lady, and if he lose her, hang him up i' the slip. When my fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I'll borrow him. King. Is your boy turned away? Are. 17 You did command, sir, And I obeyed you. 'Tis well done. King. Hark ye further. [They talk apart. Cle. Is't possible this fellow should repent? methinks, that were not noble in him; and yet he looks like a mortified member, as if he had a sick man's salve in's mouth. If a worse man had done this fault now, some physical justice or other would presently (without the help of an almanack) have opened the obstructions of his liver, and let him blood with a dog-whip. 27 Dion. See, see how modestly yon lady looks, as if she came from churching with her neighbour! Why, what a devil can a man see in her face but that she's honest! Thra. Faith, no great matter to speak of; a foolish twinkling with the eye, that spoils her coat; but he must be a cunning herald that finds it. Dion. See how they muster one another! Oh, there's a rank regiment where the devil carries the colours and his dam drum-major! now the world and the flesh come behind with the carriage. 38 |