Scene ITï THE SW/SSFR

But blood and Horror. (.4 grea^ shoul ividiin) How now, what's the matter?

[Enter'] asprandvs.

Aspra. This ioy is for the abused Louers, Sir; They Hue agen.

King. By what strange Accident ? 150

[Enter] clephis, alcidonvs, selina, iseas.

Clep. That story shalbe myne, great Prince. Y'aue heard. Antharis cruelty to 'em.

King. Yes, with wonder.

Clep. I euer feared his harshnes wo'd prouoke 'em Vnto some desperate Course; which made mee watch With the more vigillent Eye vpon their actions, 155

So that by spies I did not onely find The intent, but way how to preuent the poison; Making it onely a sleeping Potion, which Hath wrought all his effects. And heere they stand As new borne Soules.

King. A better, fortune follow 'em. 160

Ariol. The Joy and Hapines of Loue attend 'em.

Pano. You speake my wishes.

King. But where is Antharis, The Cruell Father?

Clep. Past all cure distracted.

King. Lett theise abused Louers then inioy All that hee calls his, but his Misereis; 165

io6 THE SWISSER Act V

And Clephis, wee haue Stories too, for which

This day shalbe to all Posterity

A day of Joy. Now I looke bright agen,

And all the Clouds that hung about my hart

Are by theise beames dispeirst; there is no sence • 170

Distracts more then a Troubled Conscience. Exeunt.