English drama; Kings and rulers -- Succession -- Drama; Love -- Drama; Sicily (Italy) -- Drama; Tragicomedy
_Are_. And not a little fearful?
_La_. Fear Madam? sure he knows not what it is.
_Are_. You are all of his Faction; the whole Court
Is bold in praise of him, whilst I
May live neglected: and do noble things,
As fools in strife throw gold into the Sea,
Drown'd in the doing: but I know he fears.
_La_. Fear? Madam (me thought) his looks hid more
Of love than fear.
_Are_. Of love? To whom? to you?
Did you deliver those plain words I sent,
With such a winning gesture, and quick look
That you have caught him?
_La_. Madam, I mean to you.
_Are_. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance
Lets thee not see the crosses of our births:
Nature, that loves not to be questioned
Why she did this, or that, but has her ends,
And knows she does well; never gave the world
Two things so opposite, so contrary,
As he and I am: If a bowl of blood
Drawn from this arm of mine, would poyson thee,
A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me?
_La_. Madam, I think I hear him.
_Are_. Bring him in:
You gods that would not have your dooms withstood,
Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is,
To make the passion of a feeble maid
The way unto your justice, I obey.
[ _Enter_ Phil.
_La_. Here is my Lord _Philaster_.
_Are_. Oh! 'tis well:
Withdraw your self.
_Phi_. Madam, your messenger
Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me.
_Are_. 'Tis true _Philaster,_ but the words are such,
I have to say, and do so ill beseem
The mouth of woman, that I wish them said,
And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known
That I have ought detracted from your worth?
Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set
My baser instruments to throw disgrace
Upon your vertues?
_Phi_. Never Madam you.
_Are_. Why then should you in such a publick place,
Injure a Princess and a scandal lay
Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great:
Calling a great part of my dowry in question.
_Phi_. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be
Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self,
I could afford my self to have no right
To any thing you wish'd.
_Are. Philaster,_ know
I must enjoy these Kingdoms.
_Phi_. Madam, both?
_Are_. Both or I die: by Fate I die _Philaster,_
If I not calmly may enjoy them both.
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