English drama; Kings and rulers -- Succession -- Drama; Love -- Drama; Sicily (Italy) -- Drama; Tragicomedy
_Are_. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy self
Upon our private sports, our recreations?
_Coun_. God 'uds, I understand you not, but I know the
Rogue has hurt you.
_Phi_. Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill
To multiply bloud upon my head; which thou wilt
force me to.
_Coun_. I know not your Rhetorick, but I can lay it on
if you touch the woman.
[_They fight_.
_Phi_. Slave, take what thou deservest.
_Are_. Heavens guard my Lord.
_Coun_. Oh do you breath?
_Phi_. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt.
The gods take part against me, could this Boor
Have held me thus else? I must shift for life,
Though I do loath it. I would find a course,
To lose it, rather by my will than force.
[_Exit_ Phil.
_Coun_. I cannot follow the Rogue. I pray thee wench
come and kiss me now.
_Enter_ Phara. Dion, Cle. Thra. _and_ Woodmen.
_Pha_. What art thou?
_Coun_. Almost kil'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave
has hurt her.
_Pha_. The Princess Gentlemen! Where's the wound Madam?
Is it dangerous?
_Are_. He has not hurt me.
_Coun_. I'faith she lies, has hurt her in the breast, look else.
_Pha_. O sacred spring of innocent blood!
_Di_. 'Tis above wonder! who should dare this?
_Are_. I felt it not.
_Pha_. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess?
_Coun_. Is it the Princess?
_Di_. I.
_Coun_. Then I have seen something yet.
_Pha_. But who has hurt her?
_Coun_. I told you a Rogue I ne're saw him before, I.
_Pha_. Madam who did it?
_Are_. Some dishonest wretch, Alas I know him not,
And do forgive him.
_Coun_. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I made my Fathers
old Fox flie about his ears.
_Pha_. How will you have me kill him?
_Are_. Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow.
_Pha_. By this hand, I'le leave ne'er a piece of him bigger
than a Nut, and bring him all in my Hat.
_Are_. Nay, good Sir;
If you do take him, bring him quick to me,
And I will study for a punishment,
Great as his fault.
_Pha_. I will.
_Are_. But swear.
_Pha_. By all my love I will: Woodmen conduct the Princess
to the King, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing:
Come Gentlemen, we'l follow the chase close.
[_Ex_. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. _and_ 1 Woodman.
_Coun_. I pray you friend let me see the King.
_2 Wood_.That you shall, and receive thanks.
[_Exeunt_.
_Coun_. If I get clear with this, I'le go see no more gay sights.
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