_Di_. Since it is true, and tends to his own good, I'le make this new report to be my knowledge, I'le say I know it, nay, I'le swear I saw it. _Cle_. It will be best. _Thra_. 'Twill move him. [ _Enter_ Philaster. _Di_. Here he comes. Good morrow to your honour, We have spent some time in seeking you. _Phi_. My worthy friends, You that can keep your memories to know Your friend in miseries, and cannot frown On men disgrac'd for vertue: A good day Attend you all. What service may I do worthy your acceptation? _Di_. My good Lord, We come to urge that vertue which we know Lives in your breast, forth, rise, and make a head, The Nobles, and the people are all dull'd With this usurping King: and not a man That ever heard the word, or knew such a thing As vertue, but will second your attempts. _Phi_. How honourable is this love in you To me that have deserv'd none? Know my friends (You that were born to shame your poor _Philaster_, With too much courtesie) I could afford To melt my self in thanks; but my designs Are not yet ripe, suffice it, that ere long I shall imploy your loves: but yet the time is short of what I would. _Di_. The time is fuller Sir, than you expect; That which hereafter will not perhaps be reach'd By violence, may now be caught; As for the King, You know the people have long hated him; But now the Princess, whom they lov'd. _Phi_. Why, what of her? _Di_. Is loath'd as much as he. _Phi_. By what strange means? _Di_. She's known a Whore. _Phi_. Thou lyest. _Di_. My Lord-- _Phi_. Thou lyest, [_Offers to draw and is held_. And thou shalt feel it; I had thought thy mind Had been of honour; thus to rob a Lady Of her good name, is an infectious sin, Not to be pardon'd; be it false as hell, 'Twill never be redeem'd, if it be sown Amongst the people, fruitful to increase All evil they shall hear. Let me alone, That I may cut off falshood, whilst it springs. Set hills on hills betwixt me and the man That utters this, and I will scale them all, And from the utmost top fall on his neck, Like Thunder from a Cloud. _Di_. This is most strange; Sure he does love her.