Enter Arethusa.                                   [4.5]       Are. Where am I now? Feet find me out a way, Without the counsel of my troubled head, 1750 I'le follow you boldly about these woods, O're mountains, thorow brambles, pits, and flouds: Heaven I hope will ease me. I am sick.       Enter Bellario.       Bell. Yonder's my Lady; Heaven knows I want nothing; Because I do not wish to live, yet I Will try her Charity. O hear, you that have plenty, From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground; see, The lively red is gone to guard her heart; I fear she faints. Madam look up, she breaths not; 1760 Open once more those rosie twins, and send Unto my Lord, your latest farewell; Oh, she stirs: How is it Madam? Speak comfort.     Are. 'Tis not gently done, To put me in a miserable life, And hold me there, I pray thee let me go, I shall do best without thee; I am well.       Enter Philaster.       Phil. I am to blame to be so much in rage, I'le tell her coolely, when and where I heard 1770 This killing truth   I will be temperate In speaking, and as just in hearing. Oh monstrous! Tempt me not ye gods, good gods Tempt not a frail man, what's he, that has a heart But he must ease it here?     Bell. My Lord, help the Princess.     Are. I am well, forbear.     Phi. Let me love lightning, let me be embrac'd And kist by Scorpions, or adore the eyes Of Basilisks, rather that trust to tongues, 1780 And shrink these veins up; stick me here a stone Lasting to ages in the memory Of this damn'd act. Hear me you wicked ones, You have put the hills on sire into this breast, Not to be quench'd with tears, for which may guilt Sit on your bosoms; at your meals, and beds, Despair await you: what, before my face? Poyson of Aspes between your lips; Diseases Be your best issues, Nature make a Curse And throw it on you.     Are. Dear Philaster, leave 1790 To be enrag'd, and hear me.     Phi. I have done, Forgive my passion, not the calm'd sea, When Æolus locks up his windy brood, Is less disturb'd than I, I'le make you know it. [end page 33, signature F, catchword: Dear] 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: 1800 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, 1810 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, 1820 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 1830 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. 1840     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. 1850     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? 1860     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! [end column one, page 34]     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. 1870     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. 1880     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. 1890             [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. 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