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And gods do punish most when men do break,
He touched her not.-Take heed, Bellario,
How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown

With perjury.-By all the gods, 'twas I!
You know she stood betwixt me and my right.

Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge!


Dion. Is't not a brave boy?


It was Philaster.

Well, sirs, I fear me we were all deceived.

Phi. Have I no friend here?



Then show it: some

Good body lend a hand to draw us nearer.
Would you have tears shed for you when you
Then lay me gently on his neck, that there
I may weep floods and breathe forth my spirit.
'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold


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[Embraces Bellario.
Locked in the heart of earth, can buy away
This arm-full from me: this had been a ransom
To have redeemed the great Augustus Cæsar,
Had he been taken. You hard-hearted men,
More stony than these mountains, can you see
Such clear pure blood drop, and not cut your flesh
To stop his life; to bind whose bitter wounds, 119
Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears
Bathe 'em.-Forgive me, thou that art the wealth
Of poor Philaster!


Enter King, Arethusa, and Guard.

Is the villain ta'en?

Pha. Sir, here be two confess the deed; but say

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Thou ambitious fool,

King. Did not you know him?


Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life!- 130
Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk.

Bear them to prison.

Are. Sir, they did plot together to take hence
This harmless life; should it pass unrevenged,
I should to earth go weeping: grant me, then,
By all the love a father bears his child,

Their custodies, and that I may appoint
Their tortures and their deaths.

Dion. Death! Soft; our law will not reach that for this fault.

King. 'Tis granted; take 'em to you with a guard.—140 Come, princely Pharamond, this business past,

We may with more security go on

To your intended match.

[Exeunt all except Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline. Cle. I pray that this action lose not Philaster the hearts of the people.

Dion. Fear it not; their over-wise heads will think it but a trick.




Before the Palace.

Enter Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline.

Thra. Has the King sent for him to death?

Dion. Yes; but the King must know 'tis not in his power to war with Heaven.

Cle. We linger time; the King sent for Philaster and the headsman an hour ago.

Thra. Are all his wounds well?

Dion. All; they were but scratches; but the loss of

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Enter Philaster, Arethusa, and Bellario.

Are. Nay, faith, Philaster, grieve not; we are well.
Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear; we are wondrous well.

Phi. Oh, Arethusa, oh, Bellario,

Leave to be kind!

I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from earth,

If you continue so. I am a man

False to a pair of the most trusty ones

That ever earth bore: can it bear us all?

Forgive, and leave me.

But the King hath sent

To call me to my death: oh, show it me,
And then forget me! and for thee, my boy,
I shall deliver words will mollify

The hearts of beasts to spare thy innocence.
Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing

Worthy your noble thoughts! 'tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
Should I outlive you, I should then outlive
Virtue and honour; and when that day comes,
If ever I shall close these eyes but once,
May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste by limbs to nothing!

Are. And I (the woful'st maid that ever was,


Forced with my hands to bring my lord to death)
Do by the honour of a virgin swear

To tell no hours beyond it!

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Make me not hated so.

Are. Come from this prison all joyful to our deaths!
Phi. People will tear me, when they find you true
To such a wretch as I; I shall die loathed.
Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I

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