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A06343	Phylaster, or, Loue lyes a bleeding acted at the Globe by His Maiesties seruants / written by [brace] Francis Baymont and Iohn Fletcher ...	Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.	1620 (1620)	STC 1681.5; ESTC S101198	42,492	68

gentle boy t is more then time thou didst attend the Princesse BOY I am gone but since I am to part with you my Lord and none knowes whether I shall liue to doe more seruice for you take this little prayer Heauen blesse your loues your sighes all your designes may sick men if they haue your wish be well and heauens hate those you curse though I be one Exit boy PHI. The loue of boyes vnto their Lords is strange I haue read wonders of it yet this boy for my sake if a man may iudge by looks and speech would out doe story I must see a day to pay him for his loyaltie Exit Enter PHARAMONT PHA. Why should these Ladies stay so long they must Come this way I know the Queene imployes vm not For the reuerend mother sent me word They would all be for the garden if they should all Proue honest now I were in a faire taking I was neuer so long without sport before in my life And in my conscience t is not my fault Enter GALLATEA Oh for our countrey Ladies here 's one boulted I 'le hound at her Madame GAL. Your grace PHA. Shall I not be a trouble GAL. Not to me sir PHA. Nay nay y' are too quicke by this sweete hand GAL. You 'le bee forsworne sir t is an olde gloue if you will talke at distance I am for you but good Prince be not baudy nor doe not brag those two I onely barre and then I thinke I shall haue sence enough to answer all the waighty Apothegmes your royall bloud shal manage PHA. Deare Lady can you loue GAL. Deare Prince how deare I ne're cost you a Couch yet nor put you to the deare repentance of a play and a banquet here 's no Scarlet sir to make you blush this is my owne hayre and this face has bin so farre from being deare to any that it ne're cost a peny painting and for the rest of my poore wardrop such as you see it leaues no hand behind it to make the iealous silke-mans wife curse our doing PHA. You much mistake me Lady GAL. Lord I doe so would you or I could helpe it PHA. Y' are very dangerous bitter like a potion GAL. No sir I do not mean to purge you though I meane to purge a little time on you PHA. Do Ladies of this Countrey vse to giue no more respect to men of my full being GAL. Full being I vnderstand you not vnlesse your grace Meanes growing to fatnesse and then your onely remedy Vpon my knowledge Prince is in a morning A cup of neate white wine brewd with Cardus Then fast till supper about fiue you may eate vse exercise And keepe a sparrow hawke you can shoot in a Tiller But of all your grace must flie Flebotamie Fresh porke and Conger and clarified whay They are dullers of the vitall anymales PHA. Lady you talke of nothing all this time GAL. T is very true sir I talke of you PHA. This is a crafty wench I like her wit well 'T will be rare to stir vp a leaden appetite Shee 's daintie and must be courted with a shewer of gold Madame looke here all these and more then GA. What ha you there my Lord gold now as I liue t is faire gold you 'd haue siluer for t to play with the Pages you could not haue taken me in a worse time sir but if you haue present vse my Lord I 'le send my man with siluer and keepe your gold safe for you She slips behind the Orras PHA. Lady Lady GAL. She s comming sir behind Will ye take white money yet for all this Exit PHA. If there be but two such in this Kingdome more and neere the Court we may ene hang vp our harpes ten such Campher Constitutions as this would call the golden age againe in question and teach the old way for euery ill fast husband to get his owne children and what a mischiefe that would breed let all consider Enter MEGRA Heres 's another if she be of the same last the diuell shall pluck her on Many faire mornings Lady ME. As many mornings bring as many dayes faire sweete and hopefull to your grace PHA. She giues good words yet sure this wench is free If your more cerious businesse doe not call you Lady Let me hold quarter with you wee 'le talke an houre On t quickly ME. What would your grace talke of PHA. of some such pretie subiect as your selfe I 'le go no further then your eye your lip there 's time enough For one man for an Age ME. Sir they stand right and my lips are yet euen smooth Young enough ripe enough and red enough Or my glasse wrongs me PHA. O they are two twend Cherries dyde in blush Which those faire sunnes aboue with their deepe beams Reflect vpon and ripen sweetest beauty Bow downe those branches that the longing taste Of the sweete looker on may meete these blessings And taste and liue They kisse ME. O delicate sweete Prince shee that hath snow enough about her heart to take the wanton spring of ten such lynes it may bee a number without Probatum Sir you haue by such neate Poetrie gathered a kisse that if I had but fiue lines of that number such pretie begging blankes I should commend your forehead or your cheekes and kisse you too PHA. Doe it in prose you cannot misse it Madame ME. I shall I shall PHA. By my life but you shall not I 'l prompt you first Can you doe it now ME. Me thinkes t is easie now you ha dont before me and yet I should sticke at it PHA. Sticke till to morrow I le neuer part you sweetest but we lose time Can you loue me ME. Loue you my Lord How would you have me loue ye PHA. I 'le teach you in a short sentence Cause I will not load your memory This is all Loue me and lie with me ME. Was it lie with you that you said t is impossible PHA. Not to a willing minde that wil endeauour If I doe not teach you to doe it as easily in one night As you 'le go to bed I 'le lose my royall bloud for 't ME. Why Prince you haue a Lady of your owne that yet wants teaching PHA. I 'le sooner teach a mare the old measures Then teach her any thing belonging to the function Shee 's affraid to lie with her selfe If she haue but my mascaline imagination about her I know when we are married I must rauish her ME. By my honour that 's a foule fault indeed But time and your good helpe will weare it out sir PHA. And for my other I see excepting your deere selfe deerest Lady I had rather be Sir Timen a schoolemaister and keepe a darie maid ME. Has your grace seene the Court starre Gallatea PHA. Out vpon her shee s as cold of her fauour as an appaplex she saild by but now ME. How do you hold her wit PHA. I hold her wit the

so smooth a brow I cannot now thinke he is guilty BOY Health to you my Lord The Princesse doth commend her loue her life and this vnto you He giues him a letter PHI. O Bellario now I perceiue she loues me She dos shew it in louing thee my boy She has made thee braue BOY My Lord she has attir'd me past wish Past my desert more fit for her attendant But far vnfit for me that doe attend PHI. Thou art growne Courtly my boy O let all women that loue black deedes learne to dissemble here Heere with this paper she dos write to me As if her heart were twines of Adamant To all the world besides but vnto me a maiden snow That melted with my lookes tell me my boy How dos the Princesse vse thee BOY Scarce like her seruant but as if I were Something alied to her or had preserued her life Three times by my fidelity as mothers fond Doe vse their onely sonnes as I 'de vse one that 's left vnto my trust For whom my life should pay If he meete harme so she dos vse me PHI. Why t is wondrous well But what kinde language dos she feede thee with BOY Why she dos tell me she will trust my youth with al her maiden store and dos call mee her pretie seruant bids mee weepe no more for leauing you she 'le see my seruice rewarded such words of that soft straine that I am neerer weeping when she ends then ere she speakes PHI. This is much better still BOY Are you not well my Lord PHI. Ill no Bellario BOY Me thinkes your words fall out from your tongue so vneuenly nor is there in your looks that quicknesse that I was wont to see PHI. Thou art deceiued boy And she strokes thy head BOY Yes PHI. And she dos clap thy cheekes BOY She dos my Lord PHY. And she dos kisse thee boy ha BOY How my Lord PHY. She kisses thee BOY Neuer my Lord by heauen PHY. That 's strange I know she dos BOY No by my life PHY. Why then she dos not loue me Come she dos I bid her do 't I charg'd her by all charmes of loue betweene vs by the hope of peace wee should inioy to yeeld thee all delight naked as to her Lord I tooke her oath thou shouldst inioy her Tell mee gentle boy is shee not paradise is not her breath sweete as Arabian winds when fruites are ripe are not her breasts two lickquid Iuory bals is she not all a lasting mine of ioy BOY Yes now I see why my discurled thoughts were so perplext When first I went to her my heart held augeries you are abus'd some villaine has abus'd you I doe see where you tend Fall rocks vpon his head that put this to you t is some subtile traine to bring that noble friend of yours to naught PHY. Thou thinkst I will bee angry with thee come thou shalt know all my drift I hate her more then I loue happinesse and plac't thee there to pry with sparrowes eyes into her deedes hast thou discouered is shee falne to lust as I would wish her speake some comfort to me BOY My Lord you did mistake the boy you sent Had she the lust of sparrowes and of goates Had she a sin that weighed from the world beyond the name of lust I would not aide her base desires But what I come to know as seruant to her I would not reueale to make my life last ages PHI. Oh my heart This is a salue worse then the maine deceit Tell me thy thoughts for I will know the least That dwels within thee or will rip thy heart To know it I will see thy thoughts as plaine As I doe now thy face BOY Why so you doe she is for ought I know by all the gods As chast as ice but were she foule as hell And I did know it thus the breath of Kings The points of swords tortures nor buls of brasse Should wrack it from me PHI. Then t is no time to dallie with thee I will take thy life For I doe hate thee I could curse thee now BOY If you do hate me you could not curse me worse The gods haue not a punishment in store To me then is your hate PHI. Fie fie so young and so dissembling tell me when where Thou didst inioy her or let plagues fall vpon me If I destroy thee not He drawes his sword BOY By heauen I neuer did and when I lie to saue my life May I liue long and loathed hew me asunder And whilst I can thinke I 'le loue those pieces you haue cut away Better then those that grow and kisse those limbes Because you made vm so PHI. Fear'st thou not death can boyes contemne that BOY Oh! what boy is he could be content to liue To be a man that sees the best of men thus passionate Thus without reason PHI. O thou dost not know what t is to die BOY Yes I doe know my Lord t is lesse then to be borne A lasting sleepe a quiet resting from all iealousie A thing we all persue I know besides it is but giuing ore againe That must be lost PHI. But there are paines false boy For periur'd soules think but those and then thy heart will melt And then thou wilt vtter all BOY May they fall all vpon me whilst I liue If I be periur'd or haue euer thought of that you charge me with If I be false send mee to suffer in those punishments you speake of Kill me PHI. Oh! What should I doe why who can but beleeue him Hee dos sweare so earnestly that if it were not true the gods would not indure him Rise Bellario thy protestaions are so deepe and thou dost looke so truely when thou vtterest them that though I knew vm false as were my hopes I cannot vrge thee further but thou wert too blame to iniuie me for I must loue thy honest lookes and take no reuenge vpon thy honest lookes a loue from mee to thee is firme what ere thou dost it troubles me that I haue cald thy blood out of thy cheekes that did so well become thee But good boy let me not see thee more something is done that will distract me that will make mee mad if I behold thee if thou tenderest mee let me not see thee BOY I will flie as farre As there is morning ere I giue distaste to that most honord frame but through these teares shed at my haplesse parting I can see a world of treason practis'd vpon you and her and me farewell for euermore if you shall heare that sorrowes strucke me dead and after finde me loyall let there be a teare shed from you in my memory and I shall rest at peace PHI. Blessing be with thee what ere thou deseruest O where shall I go bathe this body nature too vnkind That mad'st no medicine to a troubled minde Exit PHILASTER Enter Princesse PRIN, I maruaile my boy comes not backe But that I