. Question it no more, it was.

_King_. The fellow that did fight with him will tell us.

_Are_. Ay me, I know he will.

_King_. Did not you know him?

_Are_. Sir, if it was he, he was disguised.

_Phi_. I was so. Oh my stars! that I should live still.

_King_. Thou ambitious fool;
Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life;
Now I do mean to do, I'le leave to talk, bear him
to prison.

_Are_. Sir, they did plot together to take hence
This harmless life; should it pass unreveng'd,
I should to earth go weeping: grant me then
(By all the love a Father bears his Child)
Their custodies, and that I may appoint
Their tortures and their death.

_Di_. Death? soft, our Law will not reach that, for this fault.

_King_. 'Tis granted, take 'em to you, with a Guard.
Come Princely _Pharamond_, this business past,
We may with more security go on to your intended match.

_Cle_. I pray that this action lose not _Philaster_ the hearts
of the people.

_Di_. Fear it not, their overwise heads will think it but a trick.

[_Exeunt Omnes_.

_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima_.

_Enter_ Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline.

_Thra_. Has the King sent for him to death?

_Di_. Yes, but the King must know, 'tis not in
his power to war with Heaven.

_Cle_. We linger time; the King sent for _Philaster_ and the
Headsman an hour ago.

_Thra_. Are all his wounds well?

_Di_. All they were but scratches; but the loss of bloud
made him faint.

_Cle_. We dally Gentlemen.

_Thra_. Away.

_Di_. We'l scuffle hard before he perish.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ Philaster, Arethusa, _and_ Bellario.

_Are_. Nay dear _Philaster_ grieve not, we are well.

_Bell_. Nay good my Lord forbear, we are wondrous well.

_Phi_. Oh _Arethusa_! O _Bellario_! leave to be kind:
I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from
Earth, If you continue so; I am a man,
False to a pair of the most trusty ones
That ever earth bore, can it bear us all?