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Thou hast abus'd my Child, my onely daughter, 20

Rob'd her of her deare honor, and thy Blood Must hide the Coulor of our shame.

Kijîg. Out, Peasant. Wilt thou murder mee for that?

Andru. For that : Is't not enough? Am I lesse sencible Of Iniury by beeing Poore? 'Tis meanes . 25

And Power that do's reuenge, not honor onely; Shee Hues in Cottages aswell as Courts, And wants but onely way t'effect her Wishes ; Which I haue found. Therfore as swift as thought, Call thy lou'd Sinns to account.

King. Thou darst not touch 30

A haire of Myne; were euery drop of Blood, In thy rude veines, suckt from the Breasts of Queenes : A poore base Mercinary Swisser —

Andru. Yes !

The Court foole, Sir, to stretch your lungs. 'Tis now The readiest way to thriue, therfore in fashion. 35

Yett I was honest while you had your Vertue; 'Tis you haue alter'd mee : when Kings do leaue Their Goodnes, they make euery Slaue their Master.

King. I haue offended Heauen.

Andru. Are you prepar'd? Knocking within.

Ariol. [within.'] Breake downe the dores.

Andru. I must dispatch!

Enter arioldvs icith a Gard.

Ariol. Lay hold 4°

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Vpon that Traitor. How d'yee, Royall Sir?

My life and all my ioyes depend vpon

Your Preseruation. Presents him a sword.

King. Thou hast cause, Arioldus, To bee more Cruell to mee.

Ariol. I haue checkt My former Rages, and will neuer rise 45

Till I haue gott your Pardon for 'em.

King. Take mee Into thy Bosome. {Enter Princesse Panopia.) Sister, thanke

this man Thy Brother Hues.

Pano. Wo'd I .could thanke him too For sauing mee; but I am lost, quite lost, Ne're to be found agen within the Limitts 50

Of Modestie. You Koope mee vp with Promises, And flatter mee with Hopes, which makes my Passions More violent. They must, and shall breake out.

King. Fie, fle, Panopia.

Pano. I will haue this man.

Loue him, enioy him : I am almost mad for him. 55

This dainty man : wo'd I co'd Rauish him. The Currant of my blood holds the same force That yours did. I'me your sister, and as vitious.

King. Haue you no shame?

Pane. You see myne, but your owne's Incensible; either now make mee happie, 60

Or to all commers I will Prostitute

This vigorous Body, till diseasses brands

Her Lust vpon my face. (Aside.) Forgiue mee, Modestie!

King. Oh my best f reind ! My Sister rages for thee, Pittie her youth. Be more reseru'd, Panopia, 65

Thou shalt preuaile — Arioldus — Pano. [sings.~\

Hee's a Cabinett of treasure

The very Soule and life of Pleasure^ S fir it and Genius of the Age,

Natures primes t Equipage : 70

All that's good and Louely, wee Find in him : And this is hee.

King. Can you heare this, Arioldus, and not melt? Remember her Birth — Deare sister, be more temperate. \To Ariol.'] rie giue thee half my Kingdome with her.

Ariol. 'Tis not 75

The worlds vast Body, were it all one Diamond, Can buy mee to her, could you giue it mee. And power to sett it in some Sphere, to make Perpetuall day, and ease the aged Moone; Or could you place mee in some glory by 'em, 80

To out shine both : I'de rather bee a Chaos Then breake the vowes I make.

King. What vowes?

Ariol. I haue sworne To looke no more on woman with affection,

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Till poore abus'd Eurinia find a Peace To her perplexed Hart.

King. What peace d'yee looke for ? 85

Make her Conditions.

Ariol. Till her ruin'd honor Bee builded vp agen.

King. You mistake the Ground, Honor, where is't ?

Ariol. In her. {Eyiter Eurinia^ See, where shee comes Loaden with all her Sorrowes. \To Euri.'] Thou faire Harbor Of a More glorious Soule, I vow againe heere; 90

No Power, no Torment shall inforce my loue To woman, more then 'tis, vntill that hand That hurt thee, heale thee.

King. How, Arioldus, will you Force mee to this ?

Ariol. I, will not vrge you, Sir; Giue mee but that same liberty with your sister. 95

Pano. I must not be delayed.

King, [to Pano.] Peace, Impudence.

[To Ariol.] This is a rude Condition, Arioldus.

Ariol. I tye yee, Sir, to Nothing; giue mee freedome To make my owne Ellection of my wife.

But this rie tell yee, Princes may do wronge 100

But are not free from danger; ther is one Attempted an Assasinate vpon you, And shall haue Condigne Punishment; but think you