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Scen 2a.

Wind Hornes— then as from Hunting Enter—
Achæa. Antiope. Florimond. Calidor. Natolion. Cleander Dorimant Alceus. Phocillus.
Ach.
Now fy upon thee, fflorimond; Th'hast lost
The brauest Sport!

Flor.
Yor Majestie haz pull'd downe
The Stagg then.

Ach.
But I had such a ffall (o Florimond)
('Tis well there were none by) I thought't had killd mee

Flor.
Wo'od I'd bin there t'haue helpt yor Mat i e: up.

Ach.
'Twas well you wert not; But up I gott,
And when the Cruell Hounds were all upon him,
Good faith the poore Beast wept.

Flo.
And Could you blame him
To see your Highnesse soe unmercifull?

Shee Embraces & Kisses him. Natolion frowns
Ach.
I must putt off my Mat i e: I see,
For you will be ffamiliar. My Lords can you Brooke
A Subject to be soe bold with yor Queene?

Natol:
Good Venus! What are Women? That a Queene
Should doate soe On a Subject whom shee must
fforgoe if there be Gods, or my Brayne hold

Flor.
But Madam I haue ta'ne a nobler 'Say,
And Loosing your blest Presence ffor a While
Florimond prsents Calidor to the Queene.
The gods were pleas'd to Entertaine my Thoughts
With an Aduenture worthy my best Thankes,
As of yor Court, and [N] ffavour

Ach.
Florimond,
They must be Deare to us whom you Commend'st,
Tis in thy Power to make him what thou wilt,
But found you him thus Wounded?

Dor.
Madam I did,
But yet with soe much Honor on his Side
As that two Villaines onely left of ffiue
Did seeme t'haue made way rather to his Life
Then to the Conquest

Ach.
Sr receiue our Loue,
And what this Ile affordeth for yor helpe
Command, as Satisfaction for your Wrong.
Alas you bleed much. Let mee see your Wounds Sr,
Wee Spend too much on idle Complement
When wee should be a Doing. Sister pray 'ee
Pluck off, and teare my Vaile to binde his Wounds

Ant.
Here is a scarfe will serue;
Quickly quickly Madam.

Ach.
Soe soe soe.

Cal.
Madam yor Exlent Goodnesse makes mee Blush
To see my Blood grac't by your Sacred Hands
Ere it hath serued your Highnesse, but be pleas'd
(Now it hath Learnt the way vnto your ffeet)
For to Command it, & the Life that will
Be proud to follow't

Ach.
I accept of Both,
And for a Testimonie of my Loue
I prithee Florimond take him to thy Heart,
And use him as my ffriend

Flor.
It is a guift
Embraces him.
Next to your Gracious Selfe I thanke ye Gods for «t»,
Come All my Blisse in Man, receiue an Armefull
Of Loyalty and Seruice to thy Bosom

Nat.
This is Deu'lish hott Loue!

Flor.
Henceforth Friends,
Noe strangers anie Longer. yet thy Pardon
For I may seeme too fond to make thee Mine,
And not thy Name.

Cal.
Men Call mee Calidor,
But you haue made Choice of a Friend in mee
That knowes noe kinne, or Parentage; Acquainted
With nothing in my selfe but my Misfortunes,
And if you aske my Countrie, I know none
But ye wide World; nor anie Thing in it,
But Rapines, Murthers. Incest, Pride, & Scornes,
Who by the Tempest of my Passions Hurl'd
To Surrly Seas; by them Betrayd to Pyrats;
And by Those Pyrats Cast upon this Shore
Mongst Landwolues; And from them into yor Mercy
Comes your Poore Broken ffriend; The Earth yt Last
I wanderd in was that Sardinia
That would not Call mee sonne; I snatcht my Greifes,
And goe to Looke out Fortune.

Ach.
Y'haue preuented
Some Questions I entended to Propose
But Sleepe the Mem'ry of yor Sufferings
I will not Wake it

Nat.
I haue seene that fface!
My Lord Dorimant you haue ffound a Patterne
For Nature to worke by. Haue at ye Princesse
Antiope now.

Phocillus Courting Antiope Aside: Alceus ffretts
Dor.
Nay see: my Lord Phocillus
Is driueing that naile home

Cle:
I but Alceus will
Not let him Clinch it; See how their Eyes Quarrell;
They were the greatest ffriends! Alceus trusted him
To woe for him forsooth, and hee did soe
But gott her heart for himselfe.

Nat.
If this goe fforward
The Queene to marrie Florimond, and ye Princesse,
Phocillus, two Subjects, because they Haue
Good ffaces, Pages then be Priuie Councello.r s

Cle.
Will you stand yet still betwixt yor Sonne
And his Aduancement?

Nat.
My Sonne shall be noe king
While I'm a Subject. Florimond—be Wise

Cle.
The strang Part of a ffather this! Hee has
Held off ye Match this two yeares and 'tis thought
will not permitt the Queene to marry yett
But hee's Wise.

Dor.
Aboue my Understanding. Hee rules ye Rost.

Alceus comes up to Phocillus
Alc.
My Lord Phocillus
I'ue Waited Long upon your Chatt, to tender
My Seruice to the Princesse

Pho.
It were good
You did soe still.

Alc.
Wee shall Meet:

Pho.
If you shunne not the way

Alce.
This is noe Place!

Pho.
One of your Seruants, Madam are Dispatcht

Ant.
Alas poore gentleman I pitty him,
But good Phocillus beare him for my Sake;
Hee's of a modest Temper, & I prithee
Decline all Quarrells with him.

Pho.
I haue none,
For trust mee I could Loue him as my Selfe,
But when hee stands Competitor for you
Could hee be nearer to mee then my Brother
I would breake through his Heart, & in his Blood
Write my Iust Title to you

Ant.
What needs this?
The Gods themselues nere heard mee sweare but Once
And then Twas to be Thine—but here's noe Place
To giue ffresh Testimonyes

Achæa & Florim: fall from ye i r Whisper
Ach.
Well my Florimond
The Tyme's not Lame that brings thy joyes along;
Thou shalt haue all Content. most noble Sr
Let us to horse & hast to make your Welcom
Vp free and noble

Cal.
I am All your Majestyes.

Ach.
My Lord Natolion, I hope Ere Long
To Aske you blessing. Doe you Smile at it?