Philaster Part 13

_2 Wood_. Was she not young and tall?

_Di_. Yes; Rode she to the wood, or to the plain?

_2 Wood_. Faith my Lord we saw none.

[_Exeunt_ Wood.

_Enter_ Cleremont.

_Di_. Pox of your questions then. What, is she found?

_Cle_. Nor will be I think.

_Di_. Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray about a little necessary natural business, but the whole Court must be in Arms; when she has done, we shall have peace.

_Cle_. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst us; some say her Horse run away with her; some a Wolf pursued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that Armed men were seen in the Wood: but questionless, she rode away willingly.

_Enter_ King, _and_ Thrasiline.

_King_. Where is she?

_Cle_. Sir, I cannot tell.

_King_. How is that? Answer me so again.

_Cle_. Sir, shall I lie?

_King_. Yes, lie and d.a.m.n, rather than tell me that; I say again, where is she? Mutter not; Sir, speak you where is she?

_Di_. Sir, I do not know.

_King_. Speak that again so boldly, and by Heaven It is thy last. You fellows answer me, Where is she? Mark me all, I am your King.

I wish to see my Daughter, shew her me; I do command you all, as you are subjects, To shew her me, what am I not your King?

If I, then am I not to be obeyed?

_Di_. Yes, if you command things possible and honest.

_King_. Things possible and honest! Hear me, thou, Thou Traytor, that darest confine thy King to things Possible and honest; shew her me, Or let me perish, if I cover not all _Cicily_ with bloud.

_Di_. Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me where she is.

_King_. You have betray'd me, y'have, let me lose The Jewel of my life, go; bring her me, And set her before me; 'tis the King Will have it so, whose breath can still the winds, Uncloud the Sun, charm down the swelling Sea, And stop the Flouds of Heaven; speak, can it not?

_Di_. No.

_King_. No, cannot the breath of Kings do this?

_Di_. No; nor smell sweet it self, if once the Lungs Be but corrupted.

_King_. Is it so? Take heed.

_Di_. Sir, take you heed; how you dare the powers That must be just.

_King_. Alas! what are we Kings?

Why do you G.o.ds place us above the rest; To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd till we Believe we hold within our hands your Thunder, And when we come to try the power we have, There's not a leaf shakes at our threatnings.

I have sin'd 'tis true, and here stand to be punish'd; Yet would not thus be punish'd; let me chuse My way, and lay it on.

_Di_. He Articles with the G.o.ds; would some body would draw bonds, for the performance of Covenants betwixt them.

_Enter_ Pha. Galatea, _and_ Megra.

_King_. What, is she found?

_Pha_. No, we have ta'ne her Horse.

He gallopt empty by: there's some Treason; You _Galatea_ rode with her into the wood; why left you her?

_Gal_. She did command me.

_King_. Command! you should not.

_Gal_. 'Twould ill become my Fortunes and my Birth To disobey the Daughter of my King.

_King_. Y'are all cunning to obey us for our hurt, But I will have her.

_Pha_. If I have her not, By this hand there shall be no more _Cicily_.

_Di_. What will he carry it to _Spain_ in's pocket?

_Pha_. I will not leave one man alive, but the King, A Cook and a Taylor.

_Di_. Yet you may do well to spare your Ladies Bed-fellow, and her you may keep for a Sp.a.w.ner.

_King_. I see the injuries I have done must be reveng'd.

_Di_. Sir, this is not the way to find her out.

_King_. Run all, disperse your selves: the man that finds her, Or (if she be kill'd) the Traytor; I'le [make] him great.

_Di_. I know some would give five thousand pounds to find her.

_Pha_. Come let us seek.

_King_. Each man a several way, here I my self.

_Di_. Come Gentlemen we here.

_Cle_. Lady you must go search too.

_Meg_. I had rather be search'd my self.