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Bell.
Never Sir will I
Marry, it is a thing
within my vow,
But if I may have
leave to serve the Princess,
To see the vertues
of her Lord and her,
I shall have hope
to live. Are.
I Philaster,
Cannot be jealous,
though you had a Lady
Drest like a Page
to serve you, nor will I
Suspect her living
here: come live with me,
Live free, as I
do, she that loves my Lord,
Curst be the wife
that hates her.
Phi.
I grieve such vertues should be laid in earth
Without an Heir:
hear me my Royal Father,
Wrong not the freedom
of our souls so much,
To think to take
revenge of that base woman,
Her malice cannot
hurt us: set her free
As she was born,
saving from shame and sin. |
King.
Set her at liberty, but leave the Court,
This is no place
for such: you Pharamond
Shall have free
passage, and a conduct home
Worthy so great
a Prince, when you come there,
Remember 'twas your
faults that lost you her,
And not my purpos'd
will. Pha.
I do confess,
Renowned Sir.
King.
Last joyn your hands in one, enjoy Philaster
This Kingdom which
is yours, and after me
What ever I call
mine, my blessing on you,
All happy hours
be at your Marriage joyes,
That you may grow
your selves over all Lands,
And live to see
your plenteous branches spring
Where ever there
is Sun. Let Princes learn
By this to rule
the passions of their blood,
For what Heaven
wills, can never be withstood.
[Exeunt Omnes |
A
KING, and no KING.
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Persons represented
in the Play
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Arbaces, King of Iberia.
Tigranes, King of Armenia.
Gobrias, Lord Protector, and Father of Arbaces.
Bacurius, another Lord.
Mardonius,
Bessus, |
Two Captains. |
Ligoces, Father of Spaconia.
Two Gentlemen.
Three Men and a Woman.
Philip, a servant, and two Citizens Wives. |
A Messenger.
A Servant to Bacurius.
Two Sword-men.
A Boy.
Arane, The Queen's Mother.
Panthea, Her Daughter.
Spaconia, A Lady Daughter of Ligones.
Mandane, A waiting woman, and other attendants. |
Actus
primus. Scena prima.
Enter Mardonius
and Bessus, two Captains.
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B |
essus, the King has made a fair hand on't, he
has ended the Wars at a blow, would my
sword had a close basket hilt to hold Wine,
and the blade would make knives, for we |
shall have nothing but eating and drinking.
Bes. We that are Commanders shall do well enough.
Mar. Faith Bessus, such Commanders as thou may; I had
as lieve set thee Perdue
for a pudding i'th' dark, as Alexan-
der the Great.
Bes. I love these jests exceedingly.
Mar. I think thou lov'st 'em better than quarrelling Bes-
sus, I'le say so much i'thy behalf, and yet thou 'rt valiant
enough upon a retreat, I think thou wouldst kill any man
that stopt thee if thou couldst.
Bes. But was not this a brave Combate Mardonius?
Mar. Why, didst thou see't?
Bes. You stood wi'me.
Mar.
I did so, but me thought thou wink'dst every blow
they strook.
Bes. Well, I believe there are better souldiers than I,
that never saw two Princes fight in lists.
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Mar. By my troth I think so too Bessus, many a thou-
sand, but certainly all that are worse than thou have seen as
much. Bes.
'Twas bravely done of our King.
Mar. Yes, if he had not ended the wars: I'me glad
thou dar'st talk of such dangerous businesses.
Bes. To take a Prince prisoner in the heart of's own Coun-
try in single combat.
Mar. See how thy blood curdles at this, I think thou
couldst be contented to be beaten i'this passion.
Bes.
Shall I tell you truly? Mar.
I.
Bes. I could willingly venture for't.
Mar. Um, no venture neither Bessus.
Bes. Let me not live, if I do not think 'tis a braver piece
of service than that I'me so fam'd for.
Mar. Why, art thou fam'd for any valour?
Bes. Fam'd! I, I warrant you.
Ma.
I'me e'en heartily glad on't, I have been with thee
e're since thou cam'st to th'wars, and this is the first word
that ever I heard on't, prethee who fames thee.
Bes. The Christian world.
Mar. 'Tis heathenishly done of'em in my conscience, thou
deserv'st
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