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Philaster: OR, Love Lies a Bleeding
2nd Folio (1679).
Act 4, Scenes 5-6; TLN numbers 1794-1937
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Philaster.

Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword,
And search how temperate a heart I have;
Then you and this your boy, may live and raign
In lust without control; Wilt thou Bellario?
I prethee kill me; thou art poor, and maist
Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead:
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This way were freer; Am I raging now?
If I were mad I should desire to live;
Sirs, feel my pulse, whether have you known
A man in a more equal tune to die?
    Bel. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmans time,
So does your tongue.     Phi. You will not kill me then?
    Are. Kill you?     Bell. Not for a world.
    Pha. I blame not thee,
    Bellario; thou hast done but that, which gods
Would have transform'd themselves to do; be gone,
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Leave me without reply; this is the last
Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword;
Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two
Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or suffer.
    Are. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall
Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death.
Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders,
No jealousies in the other world, no ill there?     Phi. No.
    Are. Shew me then the way.     Phi. Then guide
My feeble hand, you that have power to do it,
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For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth
Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers
Short and effectual reconcile you to it.
    Are. I am prepared.
 
    Enter a Country fellow.
 
    Coun. I'le see the King if he be in the Forest, I have hunt-
ed him these two hours; if I should come home and not see
him my Sisters would laugh at me; I can see nothing but
people better horst than my self, that outride me; I can
hear nothing but shouting. These Kings had need of good
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brains, this whooping is able to put a mean man out of
his wits. There's a Courtier with his sword drawn, by this
hand upon a woman, I think.
    Phi. Are you at peace?
    Are. With Heavens and Earth.
    Phi. May they divide thy soul and body
    Coun. Hold dastard, strike a Woman! th'art a craven I
warrant thee, thou wouldst be loth to play half a dozen of
venies at wasters with a good fellow for a broken head.
    Phi. Leave us good friend.
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    Are. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy self
Upon our private sports, our recreations?
    Coun. God 'uds, I understand you not, but I know the
Rogue has hurt you.
    Phi. Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill           (to.
To multiply bloud upon my head; which thou wilt force me
    Coun. I know not your Rhetorick, but I can lay it on if
you touch the woman.                      [They fight.
    Phi. Slave, take what thou deservest.
    Are. Heavens guard my Lord.
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    Coun. Oh do you breath?
    Phi. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt.
The gods take part against me, could this Boor
Have held me thus else? I must shift for life,
Though I do loath it. I would find a course,
To lose it, rather by my will than force.           Exit Phil.
    Coun. I cannot follow the Rogue. I pray thee wench
come and kiss me now.
 
    Enter Phara. Dion, Cle. Thra. and Woodmen.
 
    Pha. What art thou?
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    Coun. Almost kil'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave
has hurt her.                                                           dam?
    Pha. The Princess Gentlemen! Where's the wound Ma-
Is it dangerous?     Are. He has not hurt me.
    Coun. I'faith she lies, has hurt her in the breast, look else.
    Pha. O sacred spring of innocent blood!
    Di. 'Tis above wonder! who should dare this?
    Are. I felt it not.
    Pha. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess?
    Coun. Is it the Princess?     Di. I.
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    Coun. Then I have seen something yet.
    Pha. But who has hurt her?
    Coun. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I.
    Pha. Madam who did it?
    Are. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not,
And do forgive him.
    Coun. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fat
hers old Fox flie about his ears.
    Pha. How will you have me kill him?
    Are. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow.
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    Pha. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger
than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat.
    Are. Nay, good Sir;
If you do take him, bring him quick to me,
And I will study for a punishment,
Great as his fault.     Pha. I will.
    Are. But swear.
    Pha. By all my love I will: Woodmen conduct the Prin
cess to the King, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing
Come Gentlemen, we'l follow the chase close.
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            [Ex. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. and 1 Woodman
    Coun. I pray you friend let me see the King.
    2 Wood. That you shall, and receive thanks.       [Exeunt.
    Coun. If I get clear with this, I'le go see no more gay sights
 
    Enter Bellario.                                                [4.6]
 
    Bell. A heaviness near death sits on my brow,
And I must sleep: Bear me thou gentle bank,
For ever if thou wilt: you sweet ones all,
Let me unworthy press you: I could wish
I rather were a Coarse strewed o're with you,
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Than quick above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes,
And I am giddy; Oh that I could take
So sound a sleep, that I might never wake.
 
    Enter Philaster.
 
    Phi. I have done ill, my conscience calls me false,
To strike at her, that would not strike at me:
When I did fight, me thought I heard her pray
The gods to guard me. She may be abus'd,
And I a loathed villain: if she be,
She will conceal who hurt her; He has wounds,
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And cannot follow, neither knows he me.
Who's this; Bellario sleeping? If thou beest
Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep       [Cry within.
Should be so sound, and mine, whom thou hast wrong'd,
So broken: Hark I am pursued: you gods
I'le take this offer'd means of my escape:
They have no mark to know me, but my wounds,
If she be true; if false, let mischief light
On all the world at once. Sword, print my wounds
Upon this sleeping boy: I ha' none I think
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Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee.       [Wounds him.
    Bell. Oh death I hope is come, blest be that hand,
It meant me well; again, for pities sake.
    Phi. I have caught my self,                         [Phi. falls.
The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight. Here, here,
Is he that stroke thee: take thy full revenge,
Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death:
I'le teach thee to revenge; this luckless hand
Wounded the Princess, tell my followers
Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me,
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And I will second thee: Get a reward.
    Bell. Fly, fly my Lord and save your self.
    Phi. How's this?
Wouldst thou I should be safe?
    Bell. Else it were vain
For me to live. These little wounds I have,
Ha' not bled much, reach me that noble hand,
I'le help to cover you.     Phi. Art thou true to me?

Bell.


 

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