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_Coun_. I'faith she lies, has hurt her in the breast, look else.

_Pha_. O sacred spring of innocent blood!

_Di_. 'Tis above wonder! who should dare this?

_Are_. I felt it not.

_Pha_. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess?



_Coun_. Is it the Princess?

_Di_. I.

_Coun_. Then I have seen something yet.

_Pha_. But who has hurt her?

_Coun_. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I.

_Pha_. Madam who did it?

_Are_. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not, And do forgive him.

_Coun_. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fathers old Fox flie about his ears.

_Pha_. How will you have me kill him?

_Are_. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow.

_Pha_. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat.

_Are_. Nay, good Sir; If you do take him, bring him quick to me, And I will study for a punishment, Great as his fault.

_Pha_. I will.

_Are_. But swear.

_Pha_. By all my love I will: Woodmen conduct the Princess to the King, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing: Come Gentlemen, we'l follow the chase close.

[_Ex_. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. _and_ 1 Woodman.

_Coun_. I pray you friend let me see the King.

_2 Wood_.That you shall, and receive thanks.

[_Exeunt_.

_Coun_. If I get clear with this, I'le go see no more gay sights.

_Enter_ Bellario.

_Bell_. A heaviness near death sits on my brow, And I must sleep: Bear me thou gentle bank, For ever if thou wilt: you sweet ones all, Let me unworthy press you: I could wish I rather were a Coa.r.s.e strewed o're with you, Than quick above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes, And I am giddy; Oh that I could take So sound a sleep, that I might never wake.

_Enter_ Philaster.

_Phi_. I have done ill, my conscience calls me false, To strike at her, that would not strike at me: When I did fight, me thought I heard her pray The G.o.ds to guard me. She may be abus'd, And I a loathed villain: if she be, She will conceal who hurt her; He has wounds, And cannot follow, neither knows he me.

Who's this; _Bellario_ sleeping? If thou beest Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep

[_Cry within_.

Should be so sound, and mine, whom thou hast wrong'd, So broken: Hark I am pursued: you G.o.ds I'le take this offer'd means of my escape: They have no mark to know me, but my wounds, If she be true; if false, let mischief light On all the world at once. Sword, print my wounds Upon this sleeping boy: I ha' none I think Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee.

[_Wounds him_.

_Bell_. Oh death I hope is come, blest be that hand, It meant me well; again, for pities sake.

_Phi_. I have caught my self,

[Phi. _falls_.

The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight. Here, here, Is he that stroke thee: take thy full revenge, Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death: I'le teach thee to revenge this luckless hand Wounded the Princess, tell my followers Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me, And I will second thee: Get a reward.

_Bell_. Fly, fly my Lord and save your self.

_Phi_. How's this?

Wouldst thou I should be safe?

_Bell_. Else it were vain For me to live. These little wounds I have, Ha' not bled much, reach me that n.o.ble hand, I'le help to cover you.

_Phi_. Art thou true to me?

_Bell_. Or let me perish loath'd. Come my good Lord, Creep in amongst those bushes: who does know But that the G.o.ds may save your (much lov'd) breath?

_Phi_. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this, That I have wounded thee: what wilt thou do?

_Bell_. s.h.i.+ft for my self well: peace, I hear 'em come.

_Within_. Follow, follow, follow; that way they went.

_Bell_. With my own wounds I'le bloudy my own sword.

I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows, That I can stand no longer.

_Enter_ Pha. Dion, Cle. _and_ Thra.

_Pha_. To this place we have tract him by his bloud.

_Cle_. Yonder, my Lord, creeps one away.

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