bloudy my own sword.
I need not counterfeit to fall; Heaven knows,
That I can stand no longer.

_Enter_ Pha. Dion, Cle. _and_ Thra.

_Pha_. To this place we have tract him by his bloud.

_Cle_. Yonder, my Lord, creeps one away.

_Di_. Stay Sir, what are you?

_Bell_. A wretched creature wounded in these Woods
By Beasts; relieve me, if your names be men,
Or I shall perish.

_Di_. This is he my Lord,
Upon my soul that hurt her; 'tis the boy,
That wicked boy that serv'd her.

_Pha_. O thou damn'd in thy creation!
What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the Princess?

_Bell_. Then I am betrayed.

_Di_. Betrayed! no, apprehended.

_Bell_. I confess;
Urge it no more, that big with evil thoughts
I set upon her, and did take my aim
Her death. For charity let fall at once
The punishment you mean, and do not load
This weary flesh with tortures.

_Pha_. I will know who hir'd thee to this deed?

_Bell_. Mine own revenge.

_Pha_. Revenge, for what?

_Bell_. It pleas'd her to receive
Me as her Page, and when my fortunes ebb'd,
That men strid o're them carelesly, she did showr
Her welcome graces on me, and did swell
My fortunes, till they overflow'd their banks,
Threatning the men that crost 'em; when as swift
As storms arise at sea, she turn'd her eyes
To burning Suns upon me, and did dry
The streams she had bestowed, leaving me worse
And more contemn'd than other little brooks,
Because I had been great: In short, I knew
I could not live, and therefore did desire
To die reveng'd.

_Pha_. If tortures can be found,
Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel
The utmost rigour.

[Philaster _creeps out of a bush_.

_Cle_. Help to lead him hence.

_Phi_. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence,
Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely?

_Pha_. Who's that?

_Di_. 'Tis the Lord _Philaster_.

_Phi_. 'Tis not the treasure of all