Phi. Madam, your messenger Phi. 40 The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, Have I in person wronged you? or have set My baser instruments to throw disgrace Upon your virtues? Never, madam, you. Are. Why, then, should you, in such a public place, Upon my fortunes, famed to be so great, Calling a great part of my dowry in question? Phi. Madam, this truth which I shall speak will be 50 Foolish but, for your fair and virtuous self, Are. Phi. I could afford myself to have no right To any thing you wished. Philaster, know, Madam, both ? I must enjoy these kingdoms. Are. Both, or I die by heaven, I die, Philaster, Phi. I would do much to save that noble life :, Are. Nay, then, hear: 60 What more? Phi. Phi. Madam, what more? Phi. I can endure it. Turn, then, away thy face. Turn away my face! I never yet saw enemy that looked So dreadfully, but that I thought myself So horribly, but that I thought my tongue Bore thunder underneath, as much as his; Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then Begin to fear sweet sounds? a lady's voice, 70 Whom I do love? Say, you would have my life; Why, I will give it you; for 'tis to me A thing so loathed, and unto you that ask Of so poor use, that I shall make no price: Are. Then know, I must have them and thee. Phi. And me? Are. Phi. Thy love; without which, all the land Is't possible? Are. With it, it were too little to bestow 79 On thee. Now, though thy breath do strike me dead (Which, know, it may), I have unript my breast. Which you may have for asking: to suspect But how this passion should proceed from you That would be jealous. Are. Another soul into my body shot Could not have filled me with more strength and spirit Than this thy breath. But spend not hasty time In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods, The gods, that make me so; and, sure, our love Will be the nobler and the better blest, 100 Is mingled with it. Let us leave, and kiss ; Phi. I should abide here long. 'Twill be ill Are. Phi. 'Tis true; and worse You should come often. How shall we devise I have a boy, Hunting the buck, I found him sitting by a fountain's side, Bellaria? 110 7 120 Which gave him roots; and of the crystal springs, 130 That could be wished: so that methought I could Him, who was glad to follow; and have got | 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, |