English drama; Kings and rulers -- Succession -- Drama; Love -- Drama; Sicily (Italy) -- Drama; Tragicomedy
_Cap_. Art thou the dainty darling of the King?
Art thou the _Hylas_ to our _Hercules_?
Do the Lords bow, and the regarded scarlets,
Kiss their Gumd-gols, and cry, we are your servants?
Is the Court Navigable, and the presence struck
With Flags of friendship? if not, we are thy Castle
And this man sleeps.
_Phi_. I am what I desire to be, your friend,
I am what I was born to be, your Prince.
_Pha_. Sir, there is some humanity in you,
You have a noble soul, forget my name,
And know my misery, set me safe aboard
From these wild _Canibals_, and as I live,
I'le quit this Land for ever: there is nothing,
Perpetual prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness
Of all sorts, all dangers, and all together
The worst company of the worst men, madness, age,
To be as many Creatures as a woman,
And do as all they do, nay to despair;
But I would rather make it a new Nature,
And live with all those than endure one hour
Amongst these wild Dogs.
_Phi_. I do pity you: Friends discharge your fears,
Deliver me the Prince, I'le warrant you
I shall be old enough to find my safety.
_3 Cit_. Good Sir take heed he does not hurt you,
He's a fierce man I can tell you Sir.
_Cap_. Prince, by your leave I'le have a Sursingle,
And Male you like a Hawke.
[_He stirs_.
_Phi_. Away, away, there is no danger in him:
Alas he had rather sleep to shake his fit off.
Look you friends, how gently he leads, upon my word
He's tame enough, he need[s] no further watching.
Good my friends go to your houses and
by me have your pardons, and my love,
And know there shall be nothing in my power
You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes.
To give you more thanks were to flatter you,
Continue still your love, and for an earnest
Drink this.
_All_. Long maist thou live brave Prince, brave Prince,
brave Prince.
[_Exeunt_ Phi. _and_ Pha.
_Cap_. Thou art the King of Courtesie:
Fall off again my sweet youths, come and every man
Trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up, then to
The Tavern and bring your wives in Muffes: we will have
Musick and the red grape shall make us
dance, and rise Boys.
[_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ King, Are. Gal. Meg. Cle. Dion, Thra. Bellario, _and Attendants_.
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