_Phi_. People will tear me when they find you true To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath'd. Injoy your Kingdoms peaceably, whil'st I For ever sleep forgotten with my faults, Every just servant, every maid in love Will have a piece of me if you be true. _Are_. My dear Lord say not so. _Bell_. A piece of you? He was not born of women that can cut it and look on. _Phi_. Take me in tears betwixt you, For my heart will break with shame and sorrow. _Are_. Why 'tis well. _Bell_. Lament no more. _Phi_. What would you have done If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found My life no price, compar'd to yours? For love Sirs, Deal with me truly. _Bell_. 'Twas mistaken, Sir. _Phi_. Why if it were? _Bell_. Then Sir we would have ask'd you pardon. _Phi_. And have hope to enjoy it? _Are_. Injoy it? I. _Phi_. Would you indeed? be plain. _Bell_. We would my Lord. _Phi_. Forgive me then. _Are_. So, so. _Bell_. 'Tis as it should be now. _Phi_. Lead to my death. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ King, Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline. _King_. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince? _Cle_. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City, And the new Platform, with some Gentlemen Attending on him. _King_. Is the Princess ready To bring her prisoner out? _Thra_. She waits your Grace. _King_. Tell her we stay. _Di_. King, you may be deceiv'd yet: The head you aim at cost more setting on Than to be lost so slightly: If it must off Like a wild overflow, that soops before him A golden Stack, and with it shakes down Bridges, Cracks the strong hearts of _Pines_, whose Cable roots Held out a thousand Storms, a thousand Thunders, And so made mightier, takes whole Villages Upon his back, and in that heat of pride, Charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces, And layes them desolate: so shall thy head, Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice, In thy red ruines. _Enter_ Phil. Are. _and_ Bell, _in a Robe and Garland_. _King_. How now, what Mask is this?