_Are_. Dear _Philaster_, leave To be enrag'd, and hear me. _Phi_. I have done; Forgive my passion, not the calm'd sea, When _Æolus_ locks up his windy brood, Is less disturb'd than I, I'le make you know it. Dear _Arethusa_, do but take this sword, And search how temperate a heart I have; Then you and this your boy, may live and raign In lust without control; Wilt thou _Bellario_? I prethee kill me; thou art poor, and maist Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead: This way were freer; Am I raging now? If I were mad I should desire to live; Sirs, feel my pulse; whether have you known A man in a more equal tune to die? _Bel_. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmans time, So does your tongue. _Phi_. You will not kill me then? _Are_. Kill you? _Bell_. Not for a world. _Phi_. I blame not thee, _Bellario_; thou hast done but that, which gods Would have transform'd themselves to do; be gone, Leave me without reply; this is the last Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword; Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or suffer. _Are_. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders, No jealousies in the other world, no ill there? _Phi_. No. _Are_. Shew me then the way. _Phi_. Then guide My feeble hand, you that have power to do it, For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers Short and effectual reconcile you to it. _Are_. I am prepared. _Enter a_ Country-fellow. _Coun_. I'le see the King if he be in the Forest, I have hunted him these two hours; if I should come home and not see him my Sisters would laugh at me; I can see nothing but people better horst than my self, that outride me; I can hear nothing but shouting. These Kings had need of good brains, this whooping is able to put a mean man out of his wits. There's a Courtier with his sword drawn, by this hand upon a woman, I think. _Phi_. Are you at peace? _Are_. With Heavens and Earth. _Phi_. May they divide thy soul and body? _Coun_. Hold dastard, strike a Woman! th'art a craven I warrant thee, thou wouldst be loth to play half a dozen of venies at wasters with a good fellow for a broken head. _Phi_. Leave us good friend.