I took thee up; curse on the time. If thy
Commanding tears can work on any other,
Use thy art, I'le not betray it. Which way
Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee;
For thine eyes are poyson to mine; and I
Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way?

_Bell_. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have
That path in chase that leads unto my grave.

[_Exeunt_ Phil. _and_ Bell. _severally_.

_Enter_ Dion _and the_ Woodmen.

_Di_. This is the strangest sudden change! You _Woodman_.

_1 Wood_. My Lord _Dion_.

_Di_. Saw you a Lady come this way on a Sable-horse
stubbed with stars of white?

_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 damn, 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 comman