Let me be swallowed quick, if I can find, Unless it be of trifles, in my poor judgment. Phi. [kneeling.] Right noble sir, as low as my obedi ence, And with a heart as loyal as my knee, I beg your favour. King. Rise; you have it, sir. [Philaster rises. Dion. Mark but the King, how pale he looks, he fears! Oh, this same whorson conscience, how it jades My language to you, prince; you, foreign man ! upon (A dowry, as you hope, with this fair princess), 190 Whose memory I bow to !) was not left To part so calmly with it, and sit still And say, 'I might have been.' mond, tell thee, Phara When thou art king, look I be dead and rotten, 201 Pha. The outlandish prince looks like a tooth-drawer. King. You are too bold. Phi. You displease us: No, sir, I am too tame, Too much a turtle, a thing born without passion, Sails over, and makes nothing. 210 King. I do not fancy this. Call our physicians: sure, he's somewhat tainted. Thra. I do not think 'twill prove so. Dion. H'as given him a general purge already, Although I run my name out of the kingdom! Pha. What you have seen in me to stir offence, I cannot find, unless it be this lady, 220 Offered into mine arms with the succession ; To mutiny within you), without disputing Your genealogies, or taking knowledge Whose branch you are: the King will leave it me, And I dare make it mine. You have your answer. Phi. If thou wert sole inheritor to him That made the world his, and couldst see no sun And ringed among the choicest of his friends And from this presence, spite of all these bugs, 231 King. Sir, you wrong the prince; I gave you not this freedom To brave our best friends: you deserve our frown. Go to; be better tempered. Phi. It must be, sir, when I am nobler used. Gal. Ladies, This would have been a pattern of succession, He is the worthiest the true name of man 240 staise of Phil. Meg. I cannot tell what you may call your knowledge; Gal. Oh, 'tis a prince of wax! King. Philaster, tell me A dog it is. 250 The injuries you aim at in your riddles. My griefs upon you and my broken fortunes, Phi. Take them, And ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas. Cle. He dares not stand the shock. [They whisper. Dion. I cannot blame him; there's danger in 't. 259 Every man in this age has not a soul of crystal, for all men to read their actions through: men's hearts and faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but view yon stranger well, and you shall see a fever through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true tenant: if he give not back his crown again upon the report of an elder-gun, I have no augury. King. Go to; Be more yourself, as you respect our favour ; You'll stir us else. Sir, I must have you know, 270 Phi. I am dead, sir; you're my fate. It was not I King. 279 Sure, he's possessed. |