Dion. Then the fame devil take the foremost too, And fowce him for his breakfaft! If they all prove cowards,

My curfes fly among them and be speeding!

May they have murrains reign to keep the gentlemen At home, unbound in easy freeze!

May the moths branch their velvets! may their false lights

Undo 'em, and discover preffes, holes, stains,
And oldness in their stuffs, and make them shop-rid!
May they keep whores and horses, and break;
And live mew'd up with necks of beef and turnips!
May they have many children, and none like the
father!

May they know no language but that gibberish
They prattle to their parcels, unless it be

The Gothick Latin they write in their bonds,
And may they write that falfe, and lofe their debts!

Enter the King.

King. 'Tis Philaster,

None but Philafter, must allay this heat:

They will not hear me fpeak; but call me tyrant. My daughter and Bellario too declare,

Were he to die, that they would both die with him. Oh run, dear friend, and bring the lord Philafter; Speak him fair; call him Prince; do him all

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The courtefy you can; commend me to him.
I have already given orders for his liberty.
Clere. My lord, he's here.

Enter Philafter.

King. O worthy Sir, forgive me ; do not make Your miferies and my faults meet together,

To bring a greater danger. Be yourself,

Still found amongst diseases. I have wrong'd you,
And though I find it laft, and beaten to it,
Let first your goodness know it.
And be what you were born to:

Calm the people,

Take your love, And with her my repentance, and my wishes, And all my pray❜rs: By th' gods, my heart speaks this: And if the least fall from me not perform'd,

May I be ftruck with thunder!

Phi. Mighty Sir,

I will not do your greatness fo much wrong,
As not to make your word truth; free the princess
And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock
Of this mad fea-breach, which I'll either turn
Or perish with it.

King. Let your own word free them.

Phi. Then thus I take my leave, kiffing your hand, And hanging on your royal word: Be kingly, And be not mov'd, Sir; I shall bring you peace, Or never bring myself back.

King. All the gods go with thee!

[Exeunt.

Scene,

Scene, a freet in the city.

Enter an old captain and citizens, with Pharamond. Capt. Come, my brave myrmidons, let us fall on ; let our caps fwarm, my boys, and your nimble tongues forget your mothers' gibberish, of what do you lack, and fet your mouths' up, children, till your palates fall frighted half a fathom, paft the cure of bay-salt and gross pepper, and then cry Philafter, brave Philafter!

All. Philafter! Philafter!

Capt. How do you like this, my lord prince? Pha. You will not fee me murder'd, wicked villains?

Enter Philafter.

All. Long live Philafter, the brave prince Philafter!

Phi. I thank you, gentlemen; but why are these Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands Uncivil trades?

Capt. My royal Roficlear,

We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy roarers;
And when thy noble body is in durance,
Thus we do clap our musty murrions on,
And trace the streets in terror: Is it peace,

Thou Mars of men? Is the king fociable,
And bids thee live? art thou above thy foemen,
And free as Phoebus? Speak; if not, this stand
Of royal blood fhall be abroach, a-tilt, and run
Even to the lees of honour.

Phi. Hold and be fatisfied; I am myself,
Free as my thoughts are; by the gods, I am.
Capt. Art thou the dainty darling of the king?
Art thou the Hylas to our Hercules?

Is the court navigable, and the presence ftuck With flags of friendship? If not, we are thy castle, And this man fleeps.

Phi. I am what I defire to be, your friend; I am what I was born to be, your prince.

Pha. Sir, there is fome humanity in you; You have a noble foul; forget my name, And know my mifery; fet me fafe aboard From these wild canibals, and, as I live, I'll quit this land for ever.

Phi.I do pity you: Friends, discharge your fears; Deliver me the prince.

Good my friends, go to your houfes, and by me have Your pardons, and my love;

And know, there fhall be nothing in my pow'r

deserve, but fhall have
you

your wishes.

You may
All. Long may'ft thou live, brave prince!

Brave prince! brave prince!

[Exeunt Phi. and Pha.

Capt. Go thy ways; thou art the king of courtesy : Fall off again, my fweet youths; come, and every man trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up; then to the tavern, and bring your wives in muffs: We will have mufick, and the red grape fhall make us dance and rife, boys! [Exeunt.

Scene changes to the court.

Enter King, Arethufa, Galatea, Megra, Cleremont, Dion, Thrafiline, Bellario, and attendants.

King. Is it appeas'd?

Dion. Sir, all is quiet as the dead of night, As peaceable as fleep: My lord Philaster Brings on the prince himself.

King. Kind gentleman!

I will not break the leaft word I have giv'n
In promise to him. I have heap'd a world
Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope
To wash away.

Enter Philafter and Pharamond.

Clere. My lord is come.

King. My fon!

Bleft be the time, that I have leave to call

Such virtue mine! Now thou art in mine arms,

Methinks