Philaster Part 29

PHI. But heare me, Countrimen.

CAP. Heare the Prince, I say, heare _Phylaster_.

OMNES. I, I, heare the Prince, heare the Prince.

PHI. My comming is to give you thanks, my deere Countrimen, whose powerfull sway hath curb'd the prossecuting fury of my foes.

OMNES. We will curb um, we will curb um.

PHI. I finde you will, But if my intrest in your loves be such, As the world takes notice of, Let me crave You would deliver _Pharamont_ to my hand, And from me accept this

[_Gives um his purse_.

Testimonie of my love.

Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes, Which shall redowne with showred courtesies.

CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we are those will follow thee, and in thy service will scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most n.o.ble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's retyer till occasion calls us to attend the n.o.ble _Phylaster_.

OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.

[ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens.

PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life, For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd.

PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King, Who was carefull to preserve ye.

[_Exit_.

[_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON.

TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest.

LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen.

CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this.

LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad?

TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your love to _Phylaster_, sir.

LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere serve me to looke on them?

CLE. O very well Sir.

LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang my selfe in revenge.

CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are.

LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King is comming,

[ _Cornets sounds_.

_Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a Gentlewoman, and other attendants_.

K. No newes of his returne, Will not this rable mult.i.tude be appeas'd?

I feare their outrage, lest it should extend With dangering of _Pharamonts_ life.

Enter _PHILASTER_ with _PHARAMONT_.

LEON. See Sir, _Phylaster_ is return'd.

PHI. Royall Sir, Receive into your bosome your desired peace, Those discontented mutineares be appeasde, And this fortaigne Prince in safety.

K. How happie am I in thee _Phylaster_?

Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love, I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome.

I here surrender up all Soveraignetie, Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride,

[_Delivers his Crowne to him_.

Ashume my Son to take what is thy due.

PHA. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to me.

KIN. But heaven hath made asignement unto him, And brought your contract to anullity: Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire, Had not your h.e.l.l-bred l.u.s.t dride up the spring, From whence flow'd forth those favours that you found: I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, Your selfe hath crost your selfe.

LEON. They are married sir.

PHAR. How married? I hope your highnesse will not use me so, I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone.

KING. I cannot helpe it sir.

LEON. To returne alone, you neede not sir, Here is one will beare you company.

You know this Ladies proofe, if you Fail'd not in the say-taging.

ME. I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt, Or is there said or done, ought I repent, But can retort even to your grinning teeths, Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps May not be tract, yet may they tread awry, That boy there--

BEL. If to me ye speake Lady, I must tell you, you have lost your selfe In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot Both modesty and truth, with what impudence You have throwne most d.a.m.nable aspertions On that n.o.ble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world; Behold me sir.

[_Kneeles to_ LEON, _and discovers her haire_.

LEON. I should know this face; my daughter.

BEL. The same sir.

PRIN. How, our sometime Page, _Bellario_, turn'd woman?

BEL. Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe, Proceeded from a respective modest Affection I bare to my my Lord, The Prince _Phylaster_, to do him service, As farre from any lacivious thought, As that Lady is farre from goodnesse, And if my true intents may be beleeved, And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde, You have the truth.

PRIN. I doe beleeve thee, _Bellario_ I shall call thee still.

PHI. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance.