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, From such a lady, like a boy that stole Assist you in your sufferings ! 150 The power of gods Hasty time Reveal the truth to your abused lord And mine, that he may know your worth; whilst I Are. Peace guide thee! [Exit Bellario. Thou hast overthrown me once ; Yet, if I had another Troy to lose, 160 Thou, or another villain with thy looks, Enter a Lady. 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. All, sir. King. You are cloudy, sir: come, we have forgotten [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. 9 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! 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. 17 King. Is your boy turned away? 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 Cle. Sure this lady has a good turn done her against her will; before she was common talk, now none dare say cantharides can stir her. Her face looks like a warrant, willing and commanding all tongues, as they will answer it, to be tied up and bolted when this lady means to let herself loose. As I live, she has got her a goodly protection and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly for her health's sake, once a week, excepting Lent and dog-days. Oh, if they were to be got for money, what a large sum would come out of the city for these licences! 49 King. To horse, to horse! we lose the morning, gentle[Exeunt. men. SCENE II A Forest. Enter two Woodmen. First Wood. What, have you lodged the deer? Second Wood. The princess. First Wood. No, she'll hunt. Second Wood. She'll take a stand, I say. Second Wood. Why, the young stranger-prince. 8 |