quote. дис 'Twixt every prayer he says, to name you once, For your lord's credit! but thou know'st a lie 60 Than any truth that says he loves me not. SCENE IV Before Pharamond's Lodging in the Court of the Palace. Gal. 'Tis late. 'Tis all My eyes will do to lead me to my bed. Thra. The prince! Enter Pharamond. Pha. Not a-bed, ladies? you're good sitters-up: What think you of a pleasant dream, to last ΙΟ Meg. I should choose, my lord, a pleasing wake before it. Enter Arethusa and Bellario. Are. 'Tis well, my lord; you're courting of these Cle. ladies. Is 't not late, gentlemen? Yes, madam. Wait you there. [Exit. Meg. She's jealous, as I live. [Aside.]—Look you, my lord, The princess has a Hylas, an Adonis. Pha. His form is angel-like. Meg. Why, this is he That must, when you are wed, sit by your pillow, Does provide him for you and for herself. Meg. Nor I: They can do little, and that small they do, Dion. Thra. 20 Serves he the princess? Yes. Dion. 'Tis a sweet boy: how brave she keeps him! Pha. Ladies all, good rest; I mean to kill a buck [Exit Pharamond. May your dreams be true to you !— What shall we do, gallants? 'tis late. The King 30 Enter King with Arethusa, Guards, and Attendants. King. Look your intelligence be true. Are. Upon my life, it is: and I do hope Your highness will not tie me to a man Dion. King. What should this mean? If it be true, That lady had been better have embraced [Exeunt Arethusa and Bellario. We shall employ you. Come to his lodging? Dion. I saw him enter there, King. Haste, some of you, and cunningly discover Cle. Sir, She parted hence but now, with other ladies. You gods, I see that who unrighteously [Exit. Fraumun Holds wealth or state from others shall be cursed In that which meaner men are blest withal : Left to inherit, and his name shall be It shall be crossly matched; the gods themselves Upon this understanding child of mine! Re-enter Dion. quote 50 60 Aside. Dion. Sir, I have asked, and her women swear she is 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: |