a Taylor.

_Di_. Yet you may do well to spare your Ladies Bed-fellow,
and her you may keep for a Spawner.

_King_. I see the injuries I have done must be reveng'd.

_Di_. Sir, this is not the way to find her out.

_King_. Run all, disperse your selves: the man that finds her,
Or (if she be kill'd) the Traytor; I'le [make] him great.

_Di_. I know some would give five thousand pounds to find her.

_Pha_. Come let us seek.

_King_. Each man a several way, here I my self.

_Di_. Come Gentlemen we here.

_Cle_. Lady you must go search too.

_Meg_. I had rather be search'd my self.

[_Exeunt omnes_.

_Enter_ Arethusa.

_Are_. Where am I now? Feet find me out a way,
Without the counsel of my troubled head,
I'le follow you boldly about these woods,
O're mountains, thorow brambles, pits, and flouds:
Heaven I hope will ease me. I am sick.

_Enter_ Bellario.

_Bell_. Yonder's my Lady; Heaven knows I want nothing;
Because I do not wish to live, yet I
Will try her Charity. Oh hear, you that have plenty,
From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground; see,
The lively red is gone to guard her heart;
I fear she faints. Madam look up, she breaths not;
Open once more those rosie twins, and send
Unto my Lord, your latest farewell; Oh, she stirs:
How is it Madam? Speak comfort.

_Are_. 'Tis not gently done,
To put me in a miserable life,
And hold me there; I pray thee let me go,
I shall do best without thee; I am well.

_Enter_ Philaster.

_Phil_. I am to blame to be so much in rage,
I'le tell her coolely, when and where I heard
This killing truth. I will be temperate
In speaking, and as just in hearing.
Oh monstrous! Tempt me not ye gods, good gods
Tempt not a frail man, what's he, that has a heart
But he must ease it here?

_Bell_. My Lord, help the Princess.

_Are_. I am well, forbear.

_Phi_. Let me love lightning, let me be embrac'd
And kist by Scorpions, or adore the eyes