For other than I seem'd; that I might ever
Abide with you, then sate I by the Fount
Where first you took me up.

_King_. Search out a match
Within our Kingdom where and when thou wilt,
And I will pay thy Dowry, and thy self
Wilt well deserve him.

_Bell_. Never Sir will I
Marry, it is a thing within my vow,
But if I may have leave to serve the Princess,
To see the vertues of her Lord and her,
I shall have hope to live.

_Are_. I _Philaster_,
Cannot be jealous, though you had a Lady
Drest like a Page to serve you, nor will I
Suspect her living here: come live with me,
Live free, as I do, she that loves my Lord,
Curst be the wife that hates her.

_Phi_. I grieve such vertues should be laid in earth
Without an Heir; hear me my Royal Father,
Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much,
To think to take revenge of that base woman,
Her malice cannot hurt us: set her free
As she was born, saving from shame and sin.

_King_. Set her at liberty, but leave the Court,
This is no place for such: you _Pharamond_
Shall have free passage, and a conduct home
Worthy so great a Prince, when you come there,
Remember 'twas your faults that lost you her,
And not my purpos'd will.

_Pha_. I do confess,
Renowned Sir.

_King_. Last joyn your hands in one, enjoy _Philaster_
This Kingdom which is yours, and after me
What ever I call mine, my blessing on you,
All happy hours be at your Marriage joyes,
That you may grow your selves over all Lands,
And live to see your plenteous branches spring
Where ever there is Sun. Let Princes learn
By this to rule the passions of their blood,
For what Heaven wills, can never be withstood.

[_Exeunt Omnes_.

PHILASTER.

(A) Phylaster. | Or, | Love lyes a Bleeding. | Acted at the Globe
by his Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Baymont and John
Fletcher. Gent. | Printed at London for Thomas Walkley, and