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Brun. I will think ;

Thi. Kiss me again! And if there be new curses in old nature,

Ord. The same still, still your servant. I have a soul dare send them !

Thi. 'Tis she! I know her now, Martell. Sit Mart. Keep her waking ! [Erit BRUN.

down, sweet! Thi. What's that appears so sweetly? There's Oh, bless'd and happiest woman !--A dead slumthat face

ber Mart. Be moderate, lady!

Begins to creep upon me: Oh, my jewel!
Thi. That angel's face-
Mart. Go nearer.

Enter Messenger and MEMBERGE.
Thi. Martell, I cannot last long! See the soul Ord. Oh, sleep, my lord !
(I see it perfectly) of my Ordella,

Thi. My joys are too much for me! The heav'nly figure of her sweetness, there! Mess. Brunhalt, impatient of her constraint Forgive me, gods! it comes ! Divinest substance!

to see Kneel, kneel, kneel, every one! Saint of thy sex, Protaldye tortur’d, has choak’d herself. If it be for my cruelty thou comest-

Mart. No more!
Do ye see her, hoa ?

Her sins go with her!
Mart. Yes, sir; and you shall know her. Thi. Love, I must die; I faint:
Thi. Down, down again !--To be reveng'd for Close up my glasses !
blood !

1 Doctor. The queen faints too, and deadly. Sweet spirit, I am ready. She smiles on me! Thi. One dying kiss! Oh, blessed sign of peace !

Ord. My last, sir, and my dearest! Mart. Go nearer, lady.

And now, close my eyes too! Ord. I come to make you happy.

Thi. Thou perfect woman! Thi. Hear you that, sirs ?

Martell, the kingdom's yours : Take Memberge She comes to crown my soul : Away, get sacri

to you, fice!

And keep my line alive! -Nay, weep not, lady! Whilst I with holy honours-----

Take me! I go. Mart. She's alive, sir.

Ord, Take me too! Farewell, Honour! Thi. In everlasting life; I know it, friend :

(Die both. Oh, happy, happy soul !

2 Doctor. They're gone for ever. Ord. Alas, I live, sir ;

Mart. The peace of happy souls go after them A mortal woman still.

Bear them unto their last beds, whilst I study Thi. Can spirits weep too?

A tomb to speak their loves whilstold Time lasteth. Mart. She is no spirit, sir ; pray kiss her. I am your king in sorrows. Lady,

Omnes. We your subjects ! Be very gentle to him!

Mart. De Vitry, for your services, be near us. Thi. Stay! She's warm ;

Whip out these instruments of this mad mother And, by my life, the same lips! Tell me, bright- From court, and all good people; and, because ness,

She was born noble, let that title find her Are you the same Ordella still ?

A private grave, but neither tongue nor honour ! Mart. The same, sir,

And now leadon !--They that shall read this story, Whom heav'ns and my good angel stay'd from Shall find that virtue lives in good, not glory. ruin.

(Ereunt omnes

PHILASTER;

OR

LOVE LIES A-BLEEDING.

BY

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

cess.

The king's guard and train.
MEN.
KING.

WOMEN.
PHILASTER, heir to the crown.

ARETHUSA, the king's daughter. PHARAMOND, prince of Spain.

GALATEA, a wise modest Lady, attending the prinDion, a lord. CLEREMONT,

MEGRA, a lascivious lady. THRASILINE, noble gentlemen, his associates.

An old Wanton Lady, or crone, attending the An old captain.

princess. Five citizens.

Another Lady attending the princess. A country fellow.

EUPHRASIA, daughter of Dion, but disguised like Two woodmen.

a page, and called Bellario, SCENE,

-Sicily,

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ACT I.

Dion. Sir, it is, without controversy, so meant. Enter Dion, CLEREMONT, and THRASILINE.

But 'twill be a troublesome labour for him to Cle. Here's nor lords nor ladies!

enjoy both these kingdoms with safety, the right Dion. Credit me, gentlemen, I wonder at it. heir to one of them living, and living so virtuThey received strict charge from the king to at- ously; especially, the people admiring the bratend here. Besides, it was boldly published, that very of his mind, and lamenting his injuries. no officer should forbid any gentlemen, that de Cle. Who? Philaster? sire to attend and hear.

Dion. Yes; whose father, we all know, was Cle. Can you guess the cause?

by our late king of Calabria unrighteously depoDion. Sir, it is plain, about the Spanish prince, sed from his fruitful Sicily. Myself drew some that's come to marry our kingdom's heir, and be blood in those wars, which I would give my hand our sovereign.

to be washed from, Thra. Many, that will seem to know much, Cle. Sir, my ignorance in state policy will not say, she looks not on him like a maid in love. let me know, why, Philaster being heir to one of

Dion. Oh, sir, the multitude (that seldom know these kingdoms, the king should suffer him to any thing but their own opinions) speak that, walk abroad with such free liberty. they would have; but the prince, before his own Dion. Sir, it seems your nature is more conapproach, received so many confident messages stant than to enquire after state news. But the from the state, that I think she's resolved to be king, of late, made a hazard of both the kingdoms, ruled.

of Sicily and his own, with offering but to impriCle. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy son Philaster. At which the city was in arms, both these kingdoms of Sicily and Calabria. not to be charmed down by any state order or

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proclamation, till they saw Philaster ride through | To plant you deeply, our immediate heir, the streets pleased, and without a guard; at which Both to our blood and kingdoms. For this lady they threw their hats, and their arms from them; (The best part of your life, as you confirm me, some to make bonfires, some to drink, all for his And I believe) though her few years and sex deliverance. Which, wise men say, is the cause, Yet teach her nothing but her fears and blushes, the king labours to bring in the power of a foreign Desires without desire, discourse and knowledge nation, to awe his own with.

Only of what herself is to herself,

Make her feel moderate health; and when she Enter GALATEA, MEGRA, and a Ludy.

sleeps, Thra. See, the ladies. What's the first? In making no ill day, knows no ill dreams.

Dion. A wise and modest gentlewoman that Think not, dear sir, these undivided parts, attends the princess.

That must mould up a virgin, are put on Cle. The second?

To shew her so, as borrowed ornaments, Dion. She is one that may stand still discreet-To speak her perfect love to you, or add ly enough, and ill-favour’dly dance her measure; An artificial shadow to her nature : simper when she is courted by her friend, and No, sir; I boldly dare proclaim her, yet slight her husband.

No woman.

But woo her still, and think her Cle. The last ?

modesty Dion. Marry, I think she is one whom the A sweeter mistress than the offered language state keeps for the agents of our confederate Of any dame, were she a queen, whose eye princes. She'll cog and lye with a whole army, Speaks common loves and comforts to her serbefore the league shall break: Her name is common through the kingdom, and the trophies of Last, noble son (for so I now must call you), her dishonour advanced beyond Hercules' pillars. What I have done this public, is not only She loves to try the several constitutions of men's To add a comfort in particular bodies; and indeed, has destroyed the worth of To you or me, but all; and to confirm her own body, by making experiments upon it, The nobles, and the gentry of these kingdoms, for the good of the commonwealth.

By oath to your succession, which shall be
Cle. She is a profitable member.

Within this month at most.
La. Peace, if you love me! You shall see these Thra. This will be hardly done.
gentlemen stand their ground, and not court us. Cle. It must be ill done, if it be done.
Gal. What if they should?

Dion. When 'tis at best, 'twill be but
Meg. What if they should?

half done, whilst La. Nay, let her alone. What if they should? So brave a gentleman's wronged, and Why, if they should, I say they were never a

flung off.

Aside. broad.

Thra. I fear.
What foreigner would do so ? it writes them Cle. Who does not?
Directly untravelled.

Dion. I fear not for myself, and yet I
Gal. Why, what if they be?

fear too. Meg. What if they be?

Well, we shall see, we shall see. Nomore. La. Good madam, let her go on. What if Pha. Kissing your white hand, mistress, I take they be? Why if they be, I will justify, they can

leave not maintain discourse with a judicious lady, nor To thank your royal father; and thus far make a leg, nor say excuse me.

To be my own free trumpet. Understand, Gal. Ha, ha, ha!

Great king, and these your subjects, mine that La. Do you laugh, madam?

must be, Dion. Your desires upon you, ladies. (For so deserving you have spoke me, sir, La. Then you must sit beside us.

And so deserving I dare speak myself) Dion. I shall sit near you then, lady.

To what a person, of what eminence, La. Near me, perhaps: But there's a lady en- Ripe expectation, of what faculties, dures no stranger; and to me you appear a very | Manners and virtues, you would wed your kingstrange fellow.

doms : Meg. Methinks, he's not so strange; he would You in me have your wishes. Oh, this country! quickly bc acquainted.

By more than all my hopes I hold it happy; Thra. Peace, the king.

Happy, in their dear memories, that have been Enter King, PHARAMOND, ARETHUSA, and

Kings great and good; bappy in yours, that is;

And from you (as a chronicle to keep train.

Your noble name from eating age) do I King. To give a stronger testimony of love Open myself most happy. Gentlemen, Than sickly promises (which commonly

Believe me in a word, a prince's word,
In princes find both birth and burial

There shall be nothing to make up a kingdom
In one breath), we have drawn you, worthy sir, Mighty and flourishing, defenced, feared,
To make your fair endearments to our daughter, Equal to be commanded and obeyed,
And worthy services known to our subjects, But through the travels of my life I'll find it,
Now loved and wondered at. Next, our intent, And tie it to this country. And I vow

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My reign shall be so easy to the subject, Into her hidden bowels. Prince, it shall;
That every man shall be his prince himself, By Nemesis, it shall ! -
And his own law (yet I his prince and law). Pha. He's mad; beyond cure, mad.
And, dearest lady, to your dearest self

Dion. Here is a fellow has some fire in his veins : (Dear, in the choice of him whose name and lus- The outlandish prince looks like a tooth-drawer. tre

· Phi. Sir prince of poppingjays, I'll make it. Must make you more and mightier) let me say, You are the blessed’st living; for, sweet princess, | To you, I am not mad. You shall enjoy a man of men, to be

King. You displease us : Your servant;

You are too bold. You shall make him yours, for whom

Phi. No, sir, I am too tame, Great queens must die.

Too much a turtle, a thing born without passion, Thra. Miraculous !

A faint shadow, that every drunken cloud sails Cle. This speech calls him Spaniard,

Aside.

over, being nothing but a large inventory of

And makes nothing. his own commendations.

King. I do not fancy this.

Call our physicians: Sure he is somewhat tainted. Enter PHILASTER.

Thra. I do not think 'twill prove so. Dion. I'wonder what's his price? For certainly Dion. He has given him a general purge already, He'll sell himself, he has so praised his shape.-- for all the right he has ; and now he means to But here comes one, more worthy those large let him blood. Be constant, gentlemen : By these speeches,

hilts, I'll run his hazard, although I run my name Than the large speaker of them.

out of the kingdom. Let me be swallowed quick, if I can find,

Cle. Peace, we are all one soul. In all the anatomy of yon man's virtues,

Pha. What you have seen in me, to stir offence, One sinew sound enough to promise for him, I cannot find ; unk ss it be this lady, He shall be constable.

Offered into mine arms, with the succession : By this sun, he'll never make king

Which I must keep, though it hath pleased your Unless it be for trifles, in my poor judgment.

fury Phi. Right noble sir, as low as my obedience, To mutiny within you; without disputing And with a heart as loyal as my knee,

Your genealogies, or taking knowledge I beg your favour.

Whose branch you are. The king will leave it King. Rise; you have it, sir.

me; Dion. Mark but the king, how pale he looks And I dare make it mine. You have your answer. with fear!

Phi. If thou wert sole inheritor to him, Oh! this same whorson conscience, how it jades That made the world his, and couldst see no sun us!

Shine upon any thing but thine; were Pharamond King. Speak your intents, sir.

As truly valiant as I feel him cold, Phi. Shall I speak them freely?

And ringed among the choicest of his friends "Be still my royal sovereign.

(Such as would blush to talk such serious follies, King. As a subject,

Or back such bellied commendations,) We give you freedom.

And from this presence, spite of all these bugs, Dion. Now it heats.

You should hear further from me. Phi. Then thus I turn

King. Sir, you wrong the prince : My language to you, prince; you, foreign man! I gave you not this freedom to brave our best Ne'er stare, nor put on wonder, for you must

friends. Endure me, and you shall. This earth you tread You deserve our frown. Go to; be better temupon

pered. (A dowry, as you hope, with this fair princess) Phi. It must be, sir, when I am nobler used. By my dead father (oh, I had a father,

Gal. Ladies, Whose memory I bow to !) was not left This would have been a pattern of succession, To your inheritance, and I up and living ; Had he ne'er met this mischief. By my life, Having myself about me, and my sword,

He is the worthiest the true name of man The souls of all my name, and memories, This day within my knowledge. These arms, and some few friends, besides the Meg. I cannot tell what you may call your gods;

knowledge ; To part so calmly with it, and sit still,

But th' other is the man set in my eye. And say, “ I might have been.' I tell thee, Pha- ' Oh, 'tis a prince of wax ! ramond,

Gal. A dog it is. When thou art king, look I be dead and rotten, King. Philaster, tell me And my name ashes : For, hear me, Pharamond! | The injuries you aim at, in your riddles. This very ground, thou gocst on, this fat earth, Phi. If you had my eyes, sir, and sufferance, My father's friends made fertile with their faiths, My griefs upon you, and my broken fortunes, Before that day of shame, shall gape and swallow My wants great, and now nought but hopes and Thee and thy nation, like a hungry grave,

fears,

My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laugh'd at. Made his soul melt within him, and his blood Dare

you be still my king, and right me not ? Run into whey! It stood upon his brow, King. Give me your wrongs in private. Like a cold winter dew.

[They whisper. Phi. Gentlemen, Phi. Take them,

You have no suit to me? I am no minion : And ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas. You stand, methinks, like men, that would be Cle. He dares not stand the shock.

courtiers, Dion. I cannot blame him : there's danger in't. If you could well be flattered at a price Every man in this age has not a soul of crystal, Not to undo your children. You are all honest: for all men to read their actions through : Men's Go, get you home again, and make your country hearts and faces are so far asunder, that they A virtuous court; to which your great ones may, hold no intelligence. Do but view yon stranger In their diseased age, retire, and live recluse. well, and you shall see a fever through all his Cle. How do you, worthy sir? bravery, and feel him shake like a true recreant. Phi. Well, very well ; If he give not back his crown again, upon the re And so well, that, if the king please, I find port of an elder gun, I have no augury.

I may live many years. King. Go to !

Dion. The king must please, Be more yourself, as you respect our favour; Whilst we know what you are, and who you are, You'll stir us else. Sir, I must have you know, Your wrongs and injuries. Shrink not, worthy sir, That you are, and shall be, at our pleasure, what But add your father to you: In whose name, fashion we

We'll waken all the gods, and conjure up Will put upon you. Smooth your brow, or by the The rods of vengeance, the abused people; gods

Who, like to raging torrents, shall swell high, Phi. I am dead, sir; you are my fate. It was And so begirt the dens of these male-dragons, not I

That, through the strongest safety, they shall beg Said, I was wrong’d: I carry all about me, For mercy at your sword's point. My weak stars lead me to, all my weak fortunes. Phi. Friends, no more; Who dares in all this presence speak (that is Our ears may be corrupted: 'Tis an age But man of flesh, and may be mortal) tell me, We dare not trust our wills to. Do you love me? I do not most entirely love this prince,

Thra, Do we love Heaven and honour ? And honour his full virtues !

Phi. My lord Dion, King. Sure, he's possessed.

You had a virtuous gentlewoman called you faPhi. Yes, with my father's spirit: It is here,

ther;
O king!

Is she yet alive?
A dangerous spirit. Now he tells me, king, Dion. Most honoured sir, she is :
I was a king's heir, bids me be a king;

And, for the penance but of an idle dream,
And whispers to me, these are all my subjects. Has undertook a tedious pilgrimage.
'Tis strange he will not let me sleep, but dives
Into my fancy, and there gives me shapes,

Enter a Lady.
That kneel, and do me service, cry me “ king :" Phi. Is it to me, or any of these gentlemen,
But I'll suppress him; he's a factious spirit,
And will undo me.-Noble sir, your hand : Lady. To you, brave lord: The princess would
I am your servant.

entreat your present company. King. Away, I do not like this:

Phi. The princess send for me! You are misI'U make you tamer, or I'll dispossess you

taken. Both of life and spirit. For this time

Lady. If you be called Philaster, 'tis to you. I pardon your wild speech, without so much Phi. Kiss her fair hand, and say I will attend As your imprisonment.

her. [Ex. King, PHA. and ARE. Dion. Do you know what you do? Dion. I thank you, sir; you dare not for the Phi. Yes; go to see a woman. people.

Cle. But do you weigh the danger you are in? Gal. Ladies, what think you now of this brave Phi, Danger in a sweet face ! fellow?

By Jupiter, I must not fear a woman. Meg. A pretty talking fellow; hot at hand. Thra. But are you sure it was the princess sent? But eye yon stranger: Is he not a fine complete it may be some foul train to catch your life. gentleman ? Oh, these strangers, I do affect them Phi. I do not think it, gentlemen; she's noble; strangely: They do the rarest home things, and Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red please the fullest ! As I live, I could love all the And white friends in her face may steal my soul nation over and over for his sake.

out: Gal. Pride comfort your poor head-piece, lady! There's all the danger in it. But, be what may, 'Tis a weak one, and had need of a night-cap. Her single name hath armed me. [Exit Pui.

Dion. See, how his fancy labours ! Has he not Dion. Go on : Spoke home, and bravely? What a dangerous And be as truly happy as thou art fearless. train,

Come, gentlemen, let's make our friends acDid he give fire to! How he shook the king,

quainted,

you come?

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