English drama; Kings and rulers -- Succession -- Drama; Love -- Drama; Sicily (Italy) -- Drama; Tragicomedy
CAP. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty
thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy
perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts
amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my _Achillis_: we
are those will follow thee, and in thy service will
scowre our rusty murins and bill-bow-blades, most
noble _Phylaster_, we will: Come my rowtists let's
retyer till occasion calls us to attend the noble
_Phylaster_.
OMNES. _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_, _Phylaster_.
[ _Exit_ CAPTAINE, and Citizens.
PHAR. Worthy sir, I owe you a life,
For but your selfe theres nought could have prevail'd.
PHI. Tis the least of service that I owe the King,
Who was carefull to preserve ye.
[_Exit_.
[_Enter_ LEON, TRASILINE, and CLERIMON.
TRA. I ever thought the boy was honest.
LEON. Well, tis a brave boy-Gentlemen.
CLE. Yet you'ld not beleeve this.
LEON. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong
um so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad?
TRA. A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your
love to _Phylaster_, sir.
LEON. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countinance will ere
serve me to looke on them?
CLE. O very well Sir.
LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang
my selfe in revenge.
CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are.
LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King
is comming,
[ _Cornets sounds_.
_Enter the King, Princesse_, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, _a
Gentlewoman, and other attendants_.
K. No newes of his returne,
Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd?
I feare their outrage, lest it should extend
With dangering of _Pharamonts_ life.
Enter _PHILASTER_ with _PHARAMONT_.
LEON. See Sir, _Phylaster_ is return'd.
PHI. Royall Sir,
Receive into your bosome your desired peace,
Those discontented mutineares be appeasde,
And this fortaigne Prince in safety.
K. How happie am I in thee _Phylaster_?
Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love,
I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome.
I here surrender up all Soveraignetie,
Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride,
[_Delivers his Crowne to him_.
Ashume my Son to take what is thy due.
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