Philaster Or Love Lies A-Bleeding

By John Fletcher ; Francis Beaumont

Act The Fifth Scene II. [A prison]

Act The Fifth

Scene II. [A prison]

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Scene II. [A prison]

Enter Philaster, Arethusa, and Bellario

Are. Nay, dear Philaster, grieve not; we are well.

Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear; we are wondrous well.
Phi. Oh, Arethusa, oh, Bellario,
Leave to be kind!
I shall be shut 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?
Forgive, and leave me. But the King hath sent
To call me to my death: oh, shew it me,
And then forget me! And for thee, my boy,
I shall deliver words will mollify
The hearts of beasts to spare thy innocence.

Bel. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing
Worthy your noble thoughts! `Tis not a life,
`Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
Should I outlive you, I should then outlive
Virtue and honour; and when that day comes,
If ever I shall close these eyes but once,
May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste my limbs to nothing!

Are. And I (the woful`st maid that ever was,
Forc`d with my hands to bring my lord to death)
Do by the honour of a virgin swear
To tell no hours beyond it!

Phi. Make me not hated so.

Are. Come from this prison all joyful to our deaths!

Phi. People will tear me, when they find you true
To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath`d.
Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I
For ever sleep forgotten with my faults.
Every just servant, every maid in love,
Will have a piece of me, if you be true.

Are. My dear lord, say not so.

Bel. A piece of you!
He was not born of woman that can cut
It and look on.

Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you, for my heart
Will break with shame and sorrow.

Are. Why, `tis well.

Bel. Lament no more.

Phi. Why, what would you have done
If you had wrong`d me basely, and had found
Your^1 life no price compared to mine?^1 For love, sirs,
Deal with me truly.

[Footnote 1: Mason conj. Quartos, folio my . . . yours.]

Bel. `Twas mistaken, sir.

Phi. Why, if it were?

Bel. Then, sir, we would have ask`d
You pardon.

Phi. And have hope to enjoy it?

Are. Enjoy it! ay.

Phi. Would you indeed? be plain.

Bel. We would, my lord.

Phi. Forgive me, then.

Are. So, so.

Bel. `Tis as it should be now.

Phi. Lead to my death.

Exeunt.


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