MERCURY. Now will I charm him, that he shall not wake, Until he be relieved in this place. Then take her blood, and cast it on this brake, And therewithal besprinkle all his face, And he shall be restored to his sense, His health and memory, as heretofore. Do this, for I must now depart from hence, And so your sorrows shall increase no more. HERMIONE. Fidelia, what hast thou heard, my dear? O comfortable words, were they but true! If any god or goddess be so near, Vouchsafe of pity on our pains to rue. Delude not with a feigned fantasy The wretched mind[s] of men in misery. FIDELIA. Alas! Hermione, let us not feed And flatter ourselves with any[133] good surmise: We are too much accursed so to speed, Or any hope thereof for to devise. Resolve yourself, dear friend, another way, And let us never look for happy day. _Enter_ PHIZANTIES, ARMENIO, PENULO, _and_ LENTULO. PHIZANTIES. When thirst of hot revenge inflameth high desire: When malice kindleth so the minds of them that would aspire, That to enlarge their names they reck not his despite, That overseeth all their work, their doings to requite: Mark, then, what followeth, when princes ye provoke: The deeper and the larger wound, when longest is the stroke! And this hath moved me to leave my court awhile, To be content in sweat of brows, in trouble, pain and toil, To seek out wretches, them that have abus'd me so, And to reward their villainy according, ere we go. PENULO. May it please your honour, it is excellent done. Gog's blood! and I were a prince, and had such a noble son, That should be so highly abused as he hath been, Would I put it up? no; by his wounds, I would never lin, Till I had made such a mingle-mangle upon their nose, That their skin should serve to make me a doublet and a pair of hose. LENTULO. What, you would not? i'faith, you look not with the face: When you have the skin, sir, what will you do with the case? But, master prince, since you are come to this travailation, I'll bring you to my old master's convoculation, Where he hides himself, when I ran away: It's not far within these woods. How think you, sir, I pray? PHIZANTIES. Lead on the way, and I will follow thee. LENTULO. Why, then, come on, my valiant hearts, march on and follow me. But I'll make this bargain first: hear you me what I say? When I come home, you shall not let my master beat me for running away. PHIZANTIES. He shall not, I warrant thee. LENTULO. Why, then, my noble youths of oak, pluck up your hearts with me. Will you come, sir I come on, i'faith: keep in order you thereby. We shall find her i'faith, master prince, anon, I know, And then I'll trounce him for running away with another man's wife, I trow. PENULO. Stand, sir. Who lives a-sunning yonder? can you tell? LENTULO. It's a beggar with a rogue. PHIZANTIES. It is my daughter, I see full well. HERMIONE. Fidelia, be content: shrink not at all. PHIZANTIES. Strike not a stroke, my son. PENULO. For help I shall go run and call.