_Lis._ My life? Perish all such with thee that wish it longer, Let it but clear _Calista's_ innocence, [_Strikes_ Lancelot. And _Nestor's_ Age, to mine was Youth, I'll flye To meet the rage of my incensed King, And wish his favourites Ghost appear'd in Flames, To urge him to revenge; let all the tortures That Tyranny e're found out circle me, Provided Justice set _Calista_ free. [_Exeunt_ Lisander, Alcidon, _and_ Lancelot. _Alc._ I'll follow him. _Lid._ I am rooted here. _Fry._ Remember your dear friends last request, your sisters dangers, With the aids that you may lend her. _Lid._ 'Pray you support me, My Legs deny their Office. _Clar._ I grow still Farther engag'd unto his matchless vertues, And I am dead indeed, until I pay The debt I owe him in a noble way. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Dorilaus, _and Servant._ _Dor._ Thou hast him safe? _Serv._ As fast as locks can make him; He must break through three doors, and cut the throats Of ten tall fellows, if that he 'scape us; Besides, as far as I can apprehend, He hath no such invention, for his looks Are full of penitence. _Dor._ Trust not a Knaves look, They are like a Whores Oaths; How does my poor Daughter Brook her restraint? _Serv._ With such a resolution As well becomes your Lordships Child. [_Knock within._ _Dor._ Who's that? _Enter_ Lemure. _Serv._ Monsieur _Lemure_. _Dor._ This is a special favour, And may stand an example in the Court For courtesie; it is the Clients duty To wait upon his Patron; you prevent me, That am your humble Suitor. _Lem._ My near place About the King, though it swell others, cannot Make me forget your worth and Age, which may Challenge much more respect; and I am sorry That my endeavours for you have not met with The good success I wish'd; I mov'd the King With my best advantage both of time and place, I'th' favour of your Daughter. _Dor._ How do you find his Majesty affected? _Lem._ Not to be Sway'd from the rigour of the Law; yet so far The rarity of the Cause hath won upon him, That he resolves to have in his own person The hearing of it; her tryal will be noble, And to my utmost strength, where I may serve her My aids shall not be wanting. _Dor._ I am your servant. _Lem._ One word more; if you love _Lisanders_ life, Advise him, as he tenders it, to keep Out of the way; if he be apprehended, This City cannot ransom him; so good morrow. [_Exit._ _Dor._ All happiness attend you; go thy ways, Thou hast a clear and noble soul; for thy sake I'll hold that man mine enemy, who dares mutter, The Court is not the sphere where vertue moves, Humanity, and Nobleness waiting on her.