_Bell_. Oh my Noble Lord, View my strange fortune, and bestow on me, According to your bounty (if my service Can merit nothing) so much as may serve To keep that little piece I hold of life From cold and hunger. _Phi_. Is it thou? be gone: Go sell those misbeseeming Cloaths thou wear'st, And feed thy self with them. _Bell_. Alas! my Lord, I can get nothing for them: The silly Country people think 'tis Treason To touch such gay things. _Phi_. Now by my life this is Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight, Th'art fain again to thy dissembling trade: How should'st thou think to cozen me again? Remains there yet a plague untri'd for me? Even so thou wept'st and spok'st when first I took thee up; curse on the time. If thy Commanding tears can work on any other, Use thy art, I'le not betray it. Which way Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee; For thine eyes are poyson to mine; and I Am loth to grow in rage. This way, or that way? _Bell_. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have That path in chase that leads unto my grave. [_Exeunt_ Phil. _and_ Bell. _severally_. _Enter_ Dion _and the_ Woodmen. _Di_. This is the strangest sudden change! You _Woodman_. _1 Wood_. My Lord _Dion_. _Di_. Saw you a Lady come this way on a Sable-horse stubbed with stars of white? _2 Wood_. Was she not young and tall? _Di_. Yes; Rode she to the wood, or to the plain? _2 Wood_. Faith my Lord we saw none. [_Exeunt_ Wood. _Enter_ Cleremont. _Di_. Pox of your questions then. What, is she found? _Cle_. Nor will be I think. _Di_. Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray about a little necessary natural business, but the whole Court must be in Arms; when she has done, we shall have peace. _Cle_. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst us; some say her Horse run away with her; some a Wolf pursued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that Armed men were seen in the Wood: but questionless, she rode away willingly. _Enter_ King, _and_ Thrasiline. _King_. Where is she? _Cle_. Sir, I cannot tell. _King_. How is that? Answer me so again. _Cle_. Sir, shall I lie? _King_. Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that; I say again, where is she? Mutter not; Sir, speak you where is she? _Di_. Sir, I do not know.