Dion. Is loath'd as much as he. Phi. By what strange Means? Dion. She's known a Whore. Phi. Thou lyeft. Dion. My Lord Phi. Thou lyeft, [Offers to draw, and is held. And thou fhalt feel it; I had thought, thy Mind Had been of Honour. Thus to rob a Lady And from the utmost Top fall on his Neck, Like Thunder from a Cloud. Dion. This is most strange; Draws Vengeance from me. Sirs, let go my Arms. Cle. Sir, remember This is your honour'd Friend, that comes to do Enrag'd, as now. Dion. But this, my Lord, is Truth. Why should you think the Princess light? Dion. Why, fhe was taken at it. Phi. 'Tis falfe; by Heav'n, 'tis false; it cannot be, Can it? Speak, Gentlemen; for Love of Truth, fpeak; (29) 'Tis the Truth that all Womankind is falfe;] There is here very little Remains of either Senfe, or Measure. The Addition of one Letter will restore the Former, and the Tranfpofition of two Words the Latter. This Emendation is authoriz'd by the best old Quarto's. Mr. Seward. Is't poffible? can Women all be damn'd? Phi. Why, then it cannot be. Dion. And fhe was taken with her Boy. Dion. A Page, a Boy that ferves her. A little Boy Dion. Ay, know you him, my Lord? Phi. Hell and Sin know him! Sir, you are deceiv'd; I'll reason it a little coldly with you; If fhe were luftful, would fhe take a Boy, That knows not yet Defire? fhe would have One Should meet her Thoughts, and know the Sin he acts, Which is the great Delight of Wickedness; You are abus'd, and fo is fhe, and I. Dion. How you, my Lord? Phi. Why, all the World's abus'd In an unjuft Report. Dion. Oh, noble Sir, your Virtues Phi. Now, all the Devils, thou didft; fly from my Rage: 'Would, thou hadft ta'en Devils ingendring Plagues, When thou didst take them; hide thee from my Eyes. 'Would, thou hadft taken Thunder on thy Breast, When thou didst take them; or been ftrucken dumb For ever; that this foul Deed might have slept In Silence. Thrá. Have you known him fo ill-temper'd? And spread themselves all over Sea and Land, Dion. Why, my Lord, are you fo mov'd at this? Dion. But, good my Lord, recall yourself, And think, what's beft to be done. Phi. I thank you, I will do it; Please you to leave me, I'll confider of it: VOL. I. K Το To morrow I will find your Lodging forth, (30) And give you Answer. Dion. All the Gods direct you The readiest Way! Thra. He was extream impatient. Cle. It was his Virtue, and his noble Mind. [Exeunt Dion, Cleo. and Thra. Phi. I had forgot to ask him, where he took them; - O, that I had a Sea I'll follow him. Within my Breaft, to quench the Fire I feel! He walks ftill; and the Face, you let him wear Think, he is guilty. Bel. Health to you, my Lord! And this unto you. Phi. Oh Bellario, Now I perceive the loves me, fhe does fhew it (30) And give you Anfwer. The readieft Way. Dion. All the Gods direct you.] This is the nonfenfical Collocation of all the printed Copies. The Tranfpofition, which I have made, is felf-evident, and deferves no farther Proof. In 1 In loving thee, my Boy; fh'as made thee brave. Phi. Thou art grown courtly, Boy. O, let all Women, Bel. Scarce like her Servant, but as if I were For whom my Life should pay, if he met Harm, Bel. Why, fhe does tell me, the will truft my Youth That I am nearer weeping when she ends Than e'er fhe fpake. Phi. This is much better ftill. Phi. Ill? No, Bellario. Bel. Methinks, your Words Fall not from off your Tongue fo evenly, Nor is there in your Looks that Quietness, That I was wont to fee. Phi. Thou art deceiv'd, Boy: And she stroaks thy Head? Bel. Yes. Phi. And does clap thy Cheeks? Bel. She does, my Lord. Phi. And fhe does kifs thee, Boy? ha! Bel. How, my Lord? K 2 Phi. Bel. Never, my Lord, by Phi. She kiffes thee? Phi. Come, come, I know fhe does. Bel. No, by my Life. [Heav'n. Phi. Why, then, fhe does not love me; come, fhe does, I bad her do it; I charg'd her by all Charms Bel. Ay, now I fee, why my difturbed Thoughts As I would wish her? Speak fome Comfort to me. To make my Life laft Ages. Phi. Oh, my Heart! As |