He
shall for this time only be seal'd up
With a Feather through
his nose, that he may only see
Heaven, and think
whither he's going, (King
Nay beyond-Sea,
Sir, we will proclaim you, you would be
Thou tender Heir
apparent to a Church-Ale,
Thou sleight Prince
of single Sarcenet;
Thou Royal Ring-tail,
fit to fly at nothing
But poor mens Poultry,
and have every Boy
Beat thee from that
too with his Bread and Butter.
Pha.
Gods keep me from these Hell-hounds.
2
Cit. Shall's geld him Captain?
Cap.
No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels,
As you respect the
Ladies let them flourish; (Boys.
The curses of a
longing woman kill as speedy as a Plague,
1
Cit. I'le have a Leg that's certain.
2
Cit. I'le have an Arm.
3
Cit. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build
a Colledge, and
clap't upon the Gate.
4
Cit. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with,
For certainly a
Royal Gut will sound like silver. (once.
Pha.
Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain
5
Cit. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets.
Cap.
Who will have parcels else? speak.
Pha.
Good gods consider me, I shall be tortur'd.
1
Cit. Captain, I'le give you the trimming of your hand-
sword, and let me
have his Skin to make false Scabbards.
2
He had no horns Sir had he?
(horns?
Cap.
No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with
Cit.
O if he had, I would have made rare Hasts and
Whistles of 'em,
but his Shin bones if they be found shall
serve me.
Enter
Philaster.
All.
Long live Philaster, the brave Prince Philaster.
Phi.
I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these
Rude weapons brought
abroad, to teach your hands
Uncivil Trades?
Cap.
My Royal Rosiclear,
We are thy Mirmidons,
thy Guard, thy Rorers,
And when thy noble
body is in durance,
Thus do we clap
our musty Murrions on,
And trace the streets
in terrour: Is it peace
Thou Mars
of men? Is the King sociable,
And bids thee live?
Art thou above thy foemen,
And free as Phoebus?
Speak, if not, this stand
Of Royal blood shall
be abroach, atilt, and run
Even to the lees
of honour.
Phi.
Hold and be satisfied, I am my self
Free as my thoughts
are, by the gods I am.
Cap.
Art thou the dainty darling of the King?
Art thou the Hylas
to our Hercules?
Do the Lords bow,
and the regarded scarlets,
Kiss their Gumd
go's, and cry, we are your servants?
Is the Court Navigable,
and the presence struck
With Flags of friendship?
if not, we are thy Castle
And this man sleeps.
Phi.
I am what I desire to be, your friend,
I am what I was
born to be, your Prince.
Pha.
Sir, there is some humanity in you,
You have a noble
soul, forget my name,
And know my misery,
set me safe aboard
From these wild
Canibals, and as I live,
I'le quit this Land
for ever: there is nothing,
Perpetual prisonment,
cold, hunger, sickness
Of all sorts, all
dangers, and all together
The worst company
of the worst men, madness, age,
To be as many Creatures
as a woman,
And do as all they
do, nay to despair;
But I would rather
make it a new Nature,
And live with all
those than endure one hour
Amongst these wild
Dogs.
Phi.
I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears,
Deliver me the Prince,
I'le warrant you
I shall be old enough
to find my safety.
3
Cit. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you, |
He's
a fierce man I can tell you Sir.
Cap.
Prince, by your leave I'le have a Sursingle,
And Male you like
a Hawke.
[He stirs.
Phi.
Away, away, there is no danger in him:
Alas he had rather
sleep to shake his fit off.
Look you friends,
how gently he leads, upon my word
He's tame enough,
he need no further watching.
Good my friends
go to your houses and by me have your par
dons, and my love,
And know there shall
be nothing in my power
You may deserve,
but you shall have your wishes
To give you more
thanks were to flatter you,
Continue still your
love, and for an earnest
Drink this.
All. Long maist thou live
brave Prince, brave
Prince, brave Prince.
[Exeunt Phi. and Pha.
Cap.
Thou art the King of Courtesie:
Fall off again my
sweet youths, come and every man
Trace to his house
again, and hang his pewter up, then to
The Tavern and bring
your wives in Musses: we will have
Musick and the red
grape shall make us dance, and rise Boys.
[Exeunt.
Enter
King, Are. Gal. Meg. Cle. Dion, Thra. Bellario, [5.5]
and Attendants.
King.
Is it appeas'd?
Di.
Sir, all is quiet as this dead of night,
As peaceable as
sleep, my Lord Philaster
Brings on the Prince
himself. King.
Kind Gentlemen!
I will not break
the least word I have given
In promise to him,
I have heap'd a world
Of grief upon his
head, which yet I hope
To wash away.
Enter
Philaster and Pharamond.
Cle.
My Lord is come. King.
My Son!
Blest be the time
that I have leave to call
Such vertue mine;
now thou art in mine arms,
Me thinks I have
a salve unto my breast
For all the stings
that dwell there, streams of grief
That I have wrought
thee, and as much of joy
That I repent it,
issue from mine eyes:
Let them appease
thee, take thy right; take her,
She is thy right
too, and forget to urge
My vexed soul with
that I did before.
Phi.
Sir, is it blotted from my memory,
Past and forgotten:
For you Prince of Spain,
Whom I have thus
redeem'd, you have full leave
To make an honourable
voyage home.
And if you would
go furnish'd to your Realm
With fair provision,
I do see a Lady
Me thinks would
gladly bear you company:
How like you this
piece?
Meg.
Sir, he likes it well,
For he hath tried
it, and found it worth
His princely liking;
we were ta'ne a bed,
I know your meaning,
I am not the first
That Nature taught
to seek a fellow forth:
Can shame remain
perpetually in me,
And not in others?
or have Princes salves
To cure ill names
that meaner people want?
Phi.
What mean you?
Meg.
You must get another ship
To clear the Princess
and the boy together.
Di.
How now!
Meg.
Others took me, and I took her and him
At that all women
may be ta'ne sometimes:
Ship us all four
my Lord, we can endure
Weather and wind
alike.
King.
Clear thou thy self, or know not me for Father.
Are.
This earth, How false it is? what means is left
for me
To clear my self?
It lies in your belief,
My Lords believe
me, and let all things else
Struggle together
to dishonour me.
Bell.
O stop your ears great King, that I may speak
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