Philaster Part 19

_Capt_. He would have weapons would he? give him a Broad-side my brave boyes with your pikes, branch me his skin in Flowers like a Satin, and between every Flower a mortal cut, your Royalty shall ravel, jag him Gentlemen, I'le have him cut to the kell, then down the seames, oh for a whip To make him Galoone-Laces, I'le have a Coach-whip.

_Pha_. O spare me Gentlemen.

_Cap_. Hold, hold, the man begins to fear and know himself, He shall for this time only be seal'd up With a Feather through his nose, that he may only see Heaven, and think whither he's going, Nay beyond-Sea Sir, we will proclaim you, you would be King Thou tender Heir apparent to a Church-Ale, Thou sleight Prince of single Sarcenet; Thou Royal Ring-tail, fit to fly at nothing But poor mens Poultry, and have every Boy Beat thee from that too with his Bread and b.u.t.ter.

_Pha_. G.o.ds keep me from these h.e.l.l-hounds.

_2 Cit_. Shall's geld him Captain?

_Cap_. No, you shall spare his dowcets my dear Donsels, As you respect the Ladies let them flourish; The curses of a longing woman kill as speedy as a Plague, Boys.

_1 Cit_. I'le have a Leg that's certain.

_2 Cit_. I'le have an Arm.

_3 Cit_. I'le have his Nose, and at mine own charge build a Colledge, and clap't upon the Gate.

_4 Cit_. I'le have his little Gut to string a Kit with, For certainly a Royal Gut will sound like silver.

_Pha_. Would they were in thy belly, and I past my pain once.

_5 Cit_. Good Captain let me have his Liver to feed Ferrets.

_Cap_. Who will have parcels else? speak.

_Pha_. Good G.o.ds consider me, I shall be tortur'd.

_1 Cit_. Captain, I'le give you the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of your hand-sword, and let me have his Skin to make false Scabbards.

_2_. He had no horns Sir had he?

_Cap_. No Sir, he's a Pollard, what would'st thou do with horns?

_Cit_. O if he had, I would have made rare Hafts and Whistles of 'em, but his Shin-bones if they be sound shall serve me.

[_Enter_ Philaster.

_All_. Long live _Philaster_, the brave Prince _Philaster_.

_Phi_. I thank you Gentlemen, but why are these Rude weapons brought abroad, to teach your hands Uncivil Trades?

_Cap_. My Royal Rosiclear, We are thy Mirmidons, thy Guard, thy Rorers, And when thy n.o.ble body is in durance, Thus do we clap our musty Murrions on, And trace the streets in terrour: Is it peace Thou _Mars_ of men? Is the King sociable, And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen, And free as _Phoebus_? Speak, if not, this stand Of Royal blood shall be abroach, atilt, and run Even to the lees of honour.

_Phi_. Hold and be satisfied, I am my self Free as my thoughts are, by the G.o.ds I am.

_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 n.o.ble 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 m.u.f.fes: 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_.

_King_. Is it appeas'd?

_Di_. Sir, all is quiet as this dead of night, As peaceable as sleep, my Lord _Philaster_ Brings on the Prince himself.

_King_. Kind Gentlemen!

I will not break the least word I have given In promise to him, I have heap'd a world Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope To wash away.

_Enter_ Philaster _and_ Pharamond.

_Cle_. My Lord is come.

_King_. My Son!

Blest be the time that I have leave to call Such vertue mine; now thou art in mine arms, Me thinks I have a salve unto my breast For all the stings that dwell there, streams of grief That I have wrought thee, and as much of joy That I repent it, issue from mine eyes: Let them appease thee, take thy right; take her, She is thy right too, and forget to urge My vexed soul with that I did before.

_Phi_. Sir, [it is] blotted from my memory, Past and forgotten: For you Prince of _Spain_, Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave To make an honourable voyage home.

And if you would go furnish'd to your Realm With fair provision, I do see a Lady Me thinks would gladly bear you company: How like you this piece?

_Meg_. Sir, he likes it well, For he hath tried it, and found it worth His princely liking; we were ta'ne a bed, I know your meaning, I am not the first That Nature taught to seek a fellow forth: Can shame remain perpetually in me, And not in others? or have Princes salves To cure ill names that meaner people want?

_Phi_. What mean you?

_Meg_. You must get another ship To clear the Princess and the boy together.