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Enter
Dion and the Woodmen. [4.4]
Di.
This is the strangest sudden change! You Woodman.
1
Wood. My Lord Dion.
Di.
Saw you a Lady come this way on a Sable horse stub
bed with stars of white?
2
Wood. Was she not young and tall?
Di.
Yes; Rode she to the wood, or to the plain?
2
Wood. Faith my Lord we saw none. [Exeunt
Wood.
Enter
Cleremont.
Di.
Pox of your questions then. What, is she found?
Cle.
Nor will be I think.
Di.
Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray
about a little necessary natural
business, but the whole
Court must be in Arms; when
she has done, we shall have
peace.
Cle.
There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst
us; some say her Horse run away
with her; some a Wolf
pursued her; others, it was
a plot to kill her; and that
Armed men were seen in the Wood:
but questionless, she
rode away willingly.
Enter
King, and Thrasiline.
King.
Where is she? Cle.
Sir, I cannot tell.
King.
How is that? Answer me so again.
Cle.
Sir, shall I lie?
King.
Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that;
I say again, where is she? Mutter
not;
Sir, speak you where is she?
Di. Sir,
I do not know.
King.
Speak that again so boldly, and by Heaven
It is thy last. You fellows
answer me,
Where is she? Mark me all, I
am your King.
I wish to see my Daughter, shew
her me;
I do command you all, as you
are subjects,
To shew her me, what am I not
your King?
If I, then am I not to be obeyed?
Di.
Yes, if you command things possible and honest.
King.
Things possible and honest! Hear me, thou,
Thou Traytor, that darest confine
thy King to things
Possible and honest, shew her
me,
Or let me perish, if I cover
not all Cicily with bloud.
Di.
Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me where she is.
King.
You have betray'd me, y'have, let me lose
The Jewel of my life, go; bring
her me,
And set her before me; 'tis
the King
Will have it so, whose breath
can still the winds,
Uncloud the Sun, charm down
the swelling Sea,
And stop the Flouds of Heaven;
speak, can it not?
Di.
No. King.
No, cannot the breath of Kings do this?
Di.
No; nor smell sweet it self, if once the Lungs
Be but corrupted.
King. Is it so? Take heed.
Di.
Sir, take you heed; how you dare the powers
That must be just.
King. Alas! what are we Kings?
Why do you gods place us above
the rest;
To be serv'd, flatter'd, and
ador'd till we
Believe we hold within our hands
your Thunder,
And when we come to try the
power we have,
There's not a leaf shakes at
our threatnings.
I have sin'd 'tis true, and
here stand to be punish'd;
Yet would not thus be punish'd;
let me chuse
My way, and lay it on.
Di.
He Articles with the gods; would some body would
draw bonds, for the performance
of Covenants betwixt
them.
Enter
Pha. Galatea, and Megra.
King.
What, is she found?
Pha.
No, we have ta'ne her Horse.
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He gallopt empty by: there's
some Treason;
You Galatea rode with
her into the wood; why left you her?
Gal.
She did command me.
King.
Command! you should not.
Gal.
'Twould ill become my Fortunes and my Birth
To disobey the Daughter of my
King.
King.
Y'are all cunning to obey us for our hurt,
But I will have her.
Pha. If I have her not,
By this hand there shall be
no more Cicily.
Di.
What will he carry it to Spain in's pocket?
Pha.
I will not leave one man alive, but the King,
A Cook and a Taylor.
Di.
Yet you may do well to spare your Ladies Bed fellow,
and her you may keep for a Spawner.
King.
I see the injuries I have done must be reveng'd.
Di.
Sir, this is not the way to find her out.
King.
Run all, disperse your selves: the man that finds her,
Or (if she be kill'd) the Traytor;
I'le may him great.
["may"
underlined and "make" written in margin]
Di.
I know some would give five thousand pounds to find
Pha.
Come let us seek.
(her.
King.
Each man a several way, here I my self.
Di.
Come Gentlemen we here.
Cle.
Lady you must go search too.
Meg.
I had rather be search'd my self. [Exeunt
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