"Let first your goodness know it." Calm the people,
And be what you were born to: 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 struck with thunder.

Phi. Mighty sir,

I will not do your greatness so 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 sea-breach, which I'll either turn
Or perish with it.

King. Let your own word free them.

Phi. Then thus I take my leave, kissing 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.

A street in the city.

SCENE III.

Enter an old captain and citizens with PHARAMOND.

Cap. Come, my brave myrmidons, let us fall on, Let our caps swarm, my boys,

And your nimble tongues forget your mothers' Gibberish of what you do lack, and set your mouths Up, children, till your palates fall frighted half a

Fathom, past the cure of bay-salt and gross pepper, And then cry Philaster, brave Philaster.

All. Philaster! Philaster!

Cap. How do you like this, my lord prince ?
Pha. I hear it with disdain, unterrified;

Yet sure humanity has not forsook you;

You will not see me massacred, thus coolly butcher'd by numbers?

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 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 sociable,
And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen,
And free as Phoebus? Speak; if not, this stand
Of royal blood shall be a-broach, a-tilt, and run
Even to the lees of honour.

Phi. Hold and be satisfied; I am myself,
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 ?

Is the court navigable, and the presence stuck 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 Cannibals, 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 houses, and by me have Your pardons, and my love;

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

You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes.
All. Long mayst thou live, brave prince!
Brave prince brave prince! [Exeunt Phi. and. Pha.

Cap. Go thy ways; thou art the king of courtesy: 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 muffs: we will have music, and the red grape shall make us dance, and rife, boys. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Changes to the court. Enter KING, ARETHUSA, GALATEA, MEGRA, CLEREMONT, DION, THRASILINE, BELLARIO, and attendants.

King. Is it appeas'd?

Dion. Sir, all is quiet as the dead of night,

H

As peaceable as sleep. My lord Philaster
Brings on the prince himself.

King. Kind gentleman!

I will not break the least 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 PHILASTER and PHARAMOND.

Cler. My lord is come.

King. My son!

Blest be the time, that I have leave to call

Such virtue mine! "Now thou art in mine arms, "Methinks I have a salve unto my breast

"For all the stings that dwell there;" streams of grief That I have wrong'd thee, and as much of joy

That1 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, it is 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,
Methinks, would gladly bear you company.
Meg. Shall I then alone

Be made the mark of obloquy and scorn?
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 bear the princess and the boy together.
Dion. How now!

Meg. I have already published both their shames.

Ship us all four, my lord; we can endure

"Weather and wind alike."

King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me for father. Are. This earth, how false it is! What means is left For me to clear myself? It lies in your belief. My lord; believe me, and let all things else Struggle together to dishonour me.

Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great king, that I may speak As freedom would: then I will call this lady

As base as be her actions. Hear me, sir;
Believe your heated blood when it rebels
Against your reason, sooner than this lady.

Phi. This lady! I will sooner trust the wind
With feathers, or the troubled sea with pearl,
Than her with any thing: believe her not!
Why, think you, if I did believe her words,
I would outlive them? Honour cannot take
Revenge on you; then what were to be known
But death?

King. Forget her, sir, since all is knit
Between us: but I must request of you
One favour, and will sadly not be denied.
Phi. Command, whate'er it be.