SOUL. A speakes treason Captaine, shal's knock him downe?
CAP. Hold, I say.
2 SOUL. Good Captaine let me have one mal at's mazard, I feele my
stomacke strangely provoked to bee at his Spanish
pot-nowle, shal's kill him?
OMNES. I, kill him, kill him.
CAP. Againe I say hold.
3 SOUL. O how ranke he lookes, sweete Captaine let's geld him, and
send his dowsets for a dish to the Burdello.
4 SOUL. No, let's rather sell them to some woman Chymist, that
extractions, shee might draw an excellent provocative oyle
from useth them, that might be very usefull.
CAP. You see, my scurvy Don, how precious you are in esteem
amongst us, had you not beene better kept at home, I thinke
you had: must you needes come amongst us, to have your
saffron hide taw'd as wee intend it: My Don, _Phylaster_
must suffer death to satisfie your melancholly spleene, he
must my Don, he must; but we your Physitians, hold it fit
that you bleede for it: Come my robusticks, my brave
regiment of rattle makers, let's cal a common cornuted
counsell, and like grave Senators, beare up our brancht
crests, in sitting upon the severall tortures we shall put
him to, and with as little sense as may be, put your wils
in execution.
SOME CRIES. Burne him, burne him.
OTHERS. Hang him, hang him.
[Enter PHYLASTER.
CAP. No, rather let's carbinade his cods-head, and cut him to collops:
shall I begin?
PHI. Stay your furies my loving Countrimen.
OMNES. _Phylaster_ is come, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.
CAP. My porcupines of spite, make roome I say, that I may salute
my brave Prince: and is Prince _Phylaster_ at liberty?
PHI. I am, most loving countrimen.
CAP. Then give me thy Princely goll, which thus I kisse, to
whom I crouch and bow; But see my royall sparke,
this head-strong swarme that follow me humming
like a master Bee, have I led forth their Hives, and
being on wing, and in our heady flight, have seazed
him shall suffer for thy wrongs.
OMNES. I, I, let's kill him, kill him.
PHI. But heare me, Countrimen.
CAP. Heare the Prince, I say, heare _Phylaster_.
OMNES. I, I, heare the Prince, heare the Prince.
PHI. My comming is to give you thanks, my deere
Countrimen, whose powerfull sway hath curb'd
the prossecuting fury of my foes.
OMNES. We will curb um, we will curb um.
PHI. I finde you will,
But if my intrest in your loves be such,
As the world takes notice of, Let me crave
You would deliver _Pharamont_ to my hand,
And from me accept this
[_Gives um his purse_.
Testimonie of my love.
Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes,
Which shall redowne with showred courtesies.
CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty
thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy
perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts
amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we
are those will follow thee, and in thy service will
scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most
noble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's
retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble
_Phylaster_.
OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.
[ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens.
PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life,
For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd.
PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King,
Who was carefull to preserve ye.
[_Exit_.
[_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON.
TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest.
LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen.
CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this.
LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong
um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad?
TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your
love to _Phylaster_, sir.
LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere
serve me to looke on them?
CLE. O very well Sir.
LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang
my selfe in revenge.
CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are.
LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King
is comming,
[ _Cornets sounds_.
_Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a
Gentlewoman, and other attendants_.
K. No newes of his returne,
Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd?
I feare their outrage, lest it should extend
With dangering of _Pharamonts_ life.
Enter _PHILASTER_ with _PHARAMONT_.
LEON. See Sir, _Phylaster_ is return'd.
PHI. Royall Sir,
Receive into your bosome your desired peace,
Those discontented mutineares be appeasde,
And this fortaigne Prince in safety.
K. How happie am I in thee _Phylaster_?
Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love,
I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome.
I here surrender up all Soveraignetie,
Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride,
[_Delivers his Crowne to him_.
Ashume my Son to take what is thy due.
PHA. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to
me.
KIN. But heaven hath made asignement unto him,
And brought your contract to anullity:
Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire,
Had not your hell-bred lust dride up the spring,
From whence flow'd forth those favours that you found:
I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice,
Your selfe hath crost your selfe.
LEON. They are married sir.
PHAR. How married? I hope your highnesse will not use me so,
I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone.
KING. I cannot helpe it sir.
LEON. To returne alone, you neede not sir,
Here is one will beare you company.
You know this Ladies proofe, if you
Fail'd not in the say-taging.
ME. I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt,
Or is there said or done, ought I repent,
But can retort even to your grinning teeths,
Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps
May not be tract, yet may they tread awry,
That boy there--
BEL. If to me ye speake Lady,
I must tell you, you have lost your selfe
In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot
Both modesty and truth, with what impudence
You have throwne most damnable aspertions
On that noble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world;
Behold me sir.
[_Kneeles to_ LEON, _and discovers her haire_.
LEON. I should know this face; my daughter.
BEL. The same sir.
PRIN. How, our sometime Page, _Bellario_, turn'd woman?
BEL. Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe,
Proceeded from a respective modest
Affection I bare to my my Lord,
The Prince _Phylaster_, to do him service,
As farre from any lacivious thought,
As that Lady is farre from goodnesse,
And if my true intents may be beleeved,
And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde,
You have the truth.
PRIN. I doe beleeve thee, _Bellario_ I shall call thee still.
PHI. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance.
LEON. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now;
Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would steale
Into your face, if ye had grace to entertaine it,
Do ye slinke away?
[ _Exit_ MEGRA _hiding her face_,
KING. Give present order she be banisht the Court,
And straightly confinde till our further
Pleasure is knowne.
PHAR. Heres such an age of transformation, that I doe not
know how to trust my selfe, I'le get me gone to: Sir,
the disparagement you have done, must be cald in
question. I have power to right my selfe, and will.
[ _Exit_ PHARAMONT.
KING. We feare ye not Sir.
PHI. Let a strong convoy guard him through the Kingdome,
With him, let's part with all our cares and feare,
And Crowne with joy our happy loves successe.
KING. Which to make more full, Lady _Gallatea_,
Let honour'd _Clerimont_ acceptance finde
In your chast thoughts.
PHI. Tis my sute too.
PRIN. Such royall spokes-men must not be deni'd.
GAL. Nor shall not, Madame.
KING. Then thus I joyne your hands.
GAL. Our hearts were knit before.
[ _They kisse_.
PHI. But tis you Lady, must make all compleat,
And gives a full perod to content,
Let your loves cordiall againe revive,
The drooping spirits of noble _Trasiline_.
What saies Lord _Leon_ to it?
LEON. Marry my Lord I say, I know she once lov'd him.
At least made shew she did,
But since tis my Lord _Phylasters_ desire,
I'le make a surrender of all the right
A father has in her; here take her sir,
With all my heart, and heaven give you joy.
KING. Then let us in these nuptuall feastes to hold,
Heaven hath decreed, and Fate stands uncontrold.