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It
is a simple sin to hide my self,
Which will for ever
on my conscience lie.
Are.
Then good Philaster, give him scope and way
In what he saies:
for he is apt to speak.
What you are loth
to hear: for my sake do. Phi.
I will.
Enter
Pharamond.
Pha.
My Princely Mistress, as true lovers ought,
I come to kiss these
fair hands; and to shew
In outward Ceremonies,
the dear love
Writ in my heart.
Phi.
If I shall have an answer no directlier,
I am gone.
Pha. To what would he have an answer?
Are.
To his claim unto the Kingdom.
Pha.
Sirrah, I forbear you before the King.
Phi.
Good Sir, do so still, I would not talk with you.
Pha.
But now the time is fitter, do but offer
To make mention of
right to any Kingdom,
Though it be scarce
habitable? Phi.
Good Sir, let me go.
Pha.
And by my sword.
Phi.
Peace Pharamond: if thou----
Are.
Leave us Philaster.
Phi. I have done.
Pha.
You are gone, by heaven I'le fetch you back.
Phi.
You shall not need. Pha.
What now?
Phi.
Know Pharamond,
I loath to brawl
with such a blast as thou,
Who art nought but
a valiant voice: But if
Thou shalt provoke
me further, men shall say
Thou wert, and not
lament it.
Pha.
Do you slight
My greatness so,
and in the Chamber of the Princess!
Phi.
It is a place to which I must confess
I owe a reverence:
but wer't the Church,
I, at the Altar,
there's no place so safe,
Where thou dar'st
injure me, but I dare kill thee:
And for your greatness;
know Sir, I can grasp
You, and your greatness
thus, thus into nothing:
Give not a word,
not a word back: Farewell. [Exit
Phi.
Pha.
'Tis an odd fellow Madam, we must stop
His mouth with some
Office, when we are married.
Are.
You were best make him your Controuler.
Pha.
I think he would discharge it well. But Madam,
I hope our hearts
are knit; and yet so slow
The Ceremonies of
State are, that 'twill be long
Before our hands
be so: If then you please,
Being agreed in heart,
let us not wait
For dreaming for
me, but take a little stoln
Delights, and so
prevent our joyes to come.
Are.
If you dare speak such thoughts,
I must withdraw in
honour. [Exit Are.
Pha.
The constitution of my body will never hold out till
the wedding; I must
seek elsewhere. [Exit Pha.
Actus
Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter
Philaster and Bellario.
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ND thou shalt find her honourable boy,
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For thine own modesty;
and for my sake,
Apter to give, than
thou wilt be to ask, I, or deserve.
Bell.
Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing;
And only yet am something,
by being yours;
You trusted me unknown;
and that which you are apt
To conster a simple
innocence in me,
Perhaps, might have
been craft; the cunning of a boy
Hardened in lies
and theft; yet ventur'd you,
To part my miseries
and me: for which,
I never can expect
to serve a Lady
That bears more honour
in her breast than you.
Phi.
But boy, it will prefer thee; thou art young,
And bearest a childish
overflowing love |
To
them that clap thy cheeks, and speak thee fair yet.
But when thy judgment
comes to rule those passions,
Thou wilt remember
best those careful friends
That plac'd thee
in the noblest way of life;
She is a Princess
I prefer thee to.
Bell.
In that small time that I have seen the world,
I never knew a man
hasty to part
With a servant he
thought trusty; I remember
My Father would prefer
the boys he kept
To greater men than
he, but did it not,
Till they were grown
too sawcy for himself.
Phi.
Why gentle boy, I find no fault at all in thy behaviour.
Bell.
Sir, if I have made
A fault of ignorance,
instruct my youth;
I shall be willing,
if not apt to learn;
Age and experience
will adorn my mind
With larger knowledge:
And if I have done
A wilful fault, think
me not past all hope
For once, what Master
holds so strict a hand
Over his boy, that
he will part with him
Without one warning?
Let me be corrected
To break my stubbornness
if it be so,
Rather than turn
me off, and I shall mend.
Phi.
Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay,
That (trust me) I
could weep to part with thee.
Alas! I do not turn
thee off, thou knowest
It is my business
that doth call thee hence,
And when thou art
with her thou dwel'st with me:
Think so, and 'tis
so; and when time is full,
That thou hast well
discharged this heavy trust,
Laid on so weak a
one, I will again
With joy receive
thee; as I live, I will,
Nay weep not, gentle
boy, 'Tis more than time
Thou didst attend
the Princess. Bell. I
am gone;
But since I am to
part with you my Lord,
And none knows whether
I shall live to do
More service for
you, take this little prayer;
Heaven bless your
loves, your fights, all your designs.
May sick men, if
they have your wish, be well;
And Heavens hate
those you curse, though I be one. [Exit.
Phi.
The love of boyes unto their Lords is strange,
I have read wonders
of it, yet this boy
For my sake (if a
man may judge by looks,
And speech) would
out do story. I may see
A day to pay him
for his loyalty. [Exit
Phi.
Enter
Pharamond. [2.2]
Pha.
Why should these Ladies stay so long? They must
come this way; I
know the Queen imployes 'em not, for
the Reverend Mother
sent me word they would all be for the
Garden If
they should all prove honest now, I were in a
fair taking; I was
never so long without sport in my life, and
in my conscience
'tis not my fault: Oh, for our Country La
dies! Here's one
boulted, I'le hound at her.
Enter
Galatea.
Gal.
Your Grace! Pha.
Shall I not be a trouble?
Gal.
Not to me Sir.
Pha.
Nay, nay, you are too quick; by this sweet hand.
Gal.
You'l be forsworn Sir, 'tis but an old glove. If you
will talk at distance,
I am for you: but good Prince, be not
bawdy, nor do not
brag; these two I bar, and then I think,
I shall have sence
enough to answer all the weighty Apothe-
gmes your Royal
blood shall manage.
Pha.
Dear Lady, can you love?
Gal.
Dear, Prince, how dear! I ne're cost you a Coach yet,
nor put you to the
dear repentance of a Banquet; here's no
Scarlet Sir, to
blush the sin out it was given for: This wyer
mine own hair covers:
and this face has been so far from be
ing dear to any,
that it ne're cost penny painting. And for
the rest of my
poor Wardrobe, such as you see, it leaves no
hand behind it,
to make the jealous Mercers wife curse our
good doings.
Pha. You mistake me Lady.
Pha.
[Gal.] Lord, I do so; would you or I could
help it.
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