_Meg_. Do you study to forget me, and I'le study To forget you. [_Ex_. King, Meg. _and_ Guard. _Cle_. Why here's a Male spirit for _Hercules_, if ever there be nine worthies of women, this wench shall ride astride, and be their Captain. _Di_. Sure she hath a garrison of Devils in her tongue, she uttereth such balls of wild-fire. She has so netled the King, that all the Doctors in the Country will scarce cure him. That boy was a strange found out antidote to cure her infection: that boy, that Princess boy: that brave, chast, vertuous Ladies boy: and a fair boy, a well spoken boy: All these considered, can make nothing else--but there I leave you Gentlemen. _Thra_. Nay we'l go wander with you. [_Exeunt_. _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima_. _Enter _Cle. Di. _and _Thra. _Cle_. Nay doubtless 'tis true. _Di_. I, and 'tis the gods That rais'd this Punishment to scourge the King With his own issue: Is it not a shame For us, that should write noble in the land; For us, that should be freemen, to behold A man, that is the bravery of his age, _Philaster_, prest down from his Royal right, By this regardless King; and only look, And see the Scepter ready to be cast Into the hands of that lascivious Lady, That lives in lust with a smooth boy, now to be Married to yon strange Prince, who, but that people Please to let him be a Prince, is born a slave, In that which should be his most noble part, His mind? _Thra_. That man that would not stir with you, To aid _Philaster_, let the gods forget, That such a Creature walks upon the earth. _Cle_. _Philaster_ is too backward in't himself; The Gentry do await it, and the people Against their nature are all bent for him, And like a field of standing Corn, that's mov'd With a stiff gale, their heads bow all one way. _Di_. The only cause that draws _Philaster_ back From this attempt, is the fair Princess love, Which he admires and we can now confute. _Thra_. Perhaps he'l not believe it. _Di_. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so. _Cle_. I 'tis past speech, she lives dishonestly. But how shall we, if he be curious, work Upon his faith? _Thra_. We all are satisfied within our selves.