Dion. What fhould this mean? King. If it be true, That lady had much better have embrac'd [Exeunt Arethufa and Bellari. You fhall be righted. Gentlemen, draw near: Clere. Sir, She parted hence but now with other ladies. King. I would fpeak with her. Dion. She's here, my lord. Enter Megra. King. Now, lady of honour, where's your honour now? No man can fit your palate, but the prince. Had you none to pull on with your courtefies clamours. Your { Your private whispers, and your broader fleerings, King. What means the wanton? D'ye glory in your shame? Megra. I will have fellows, Such fellows in't, as fhall make noble mirth. The princefs, your dear daughter, shall stand by me King. My daughter! Megra. Yes, your daughter Arethufa, The glory of your Sicily, which I, A ftranger to your kingdom, laugh to fcorn. I know her fhame, and will discover all: Nay, will dishonour her. I know the boy She keeps, a handfome boy, about eighteen; Know what fhe does with him, and where, and when. Come, Sir, you put me to a woman's madnefs, The glory of a fury. King. What boy's this She raves about? Megra. Megra. Alas, good-minded prince! You know not thefe things: I will make them plain. I will not fall alone: What I have known King. Has fhe a boy? Clere. So please your grace, I've seen A boy wait on her, a fair boy. [Exit. King. Away! I'd be alone. Go, get you to your quarters. Manet King. [Exeunt. You gods, I fee, that who unrighteously In that which meaner men are bleft withal: Blotted from earth. If he have any child, It shall be crossly match'd. The gods themfelves Shall fow wild ftrife between her lord and her; Or Or she shall prove his curfe, who gave her being, A CT III. [Exit. SCENE, the Court. Enter Philafter. H, that I had a fea Within my breaft, to quench the fire I feel! More circumftances will but fan this fire. It more afflicts me now, to know by whom This deed is done, than fimply that 'tis done. Woman, frail fex! the winds that are let loofe From the four several corners of the earth, And spread themselves all over sea and land, Kiss not a chafte one! Taken with her boy! O, that, like beafts, we could not grieve ourfelves With what we see not! Bulls and rams will fight To keep their females standing in their fight; But take 'em from them, and you take at once Their fpleens away; and they will fall again I cannot now Think he is guilty. Enter Bellario. Bel. Health to you, my lord! The princess doth commend her love, her life. And this unto you. Phi. Oh, Bellario, [Gives a letter: Now I perceive the loves me; she does fhew it In loving thee, my boy; fh'has made thee brave. Bel. My lord, fhe has attired me paft my wifh, Paft my defert; more fit for her attendant, Though far unfit for me, who do attend. Phi. Thou art grown courtly, boy. Oh, let all women, VOL. III. E [Reads. That |