A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me?

_La_. Madam, I think I hear him.

_Are_. Bring him in:
You gods that would not have your dooms withstood,
Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is,
To make the passion of a feeble maid
The way unto your justice, I obey.

[ _Enter_ Phil.

_La_. Here is my Lord _Philaster_.

_Are_. Oh! 'tis well:
Withdraw your self.

_Phi_. Madam, your messenger
Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me.

_Are_. 'Tis true _Philaster,_ but the words are such,
I have to say, and do so ill beseem
The mouth of woman, that I wish them said,
And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known
That I have ought detracted from your worth?
Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set
My baser instruments to throw disgrace
Upon your vertues?

_Phi_. Never Madam you.

_Are_. Why then should you in such a publick place,
Injure a Princess and a scandal lay
Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great:
Calling a great part of my dowry in question.

_Phi_. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be
Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self,
I could afford my self to have no right
To any thing you wish'd.

_Are. Philaster,_ know
I must enjoy these Kingdoms.

_Phi_. Madam, both?

_Are_. Both or I die: by Fate I die _Philaster,_
If I not calmly may enjoy them both.

_Phi_. I would do much to save that Noble life:
Yet would be loth to have posterity
Find in our stories, that _Philaster_ gave
His right unto a Scepter, and a Crown,
To save a Ladies longing.

_Are_. Nay then hear:
I must, and will have them, and more.

_Phi_. What more?

_Are_. Or lose that little life the gods prepared,
To trouble this poor piece of earth withall.

_Phi_. Madam, what more?

_Are_. Turn then away thy face.

_Phi_. No.

_Are_. Do.

_Phi_. I cannot endure it: turn away my face?
I neve