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Scena Prima.

Enter the King, Cecillia, Philon, Certanes, Cleon, Hiparcus, Pausanes bound, and a Guard.
King.
Vrge me no more, thy softnesse was betraid
And because they were penitent thou thought'st
Them innocent.
I tell thee Cecillia, if they could have helpt
To have borne thee hence thou should'st have seene
Lust and pride flow really in 'em. Their feare
My sister made 'em fawne,
Away to the Oares with 'em.

Hip.
Had we scap'd misfortunes till we met feares
Thy Army King might have found a grave
E're they had seene us bound: And to let thee see
We have no shaking soules, this threatned misery
Shall not make us or feare or fawne on thee.

Paus.
Peace Hiparcus, let him see us dye e're touch an Oare.
Twill resolve him what we dare.

Cecil.
Has my brother lost all his nature, then
I shall not wonder that I have lost the interest
Of a sister. Can you be a King, and have
Neither mercy nor justice? Farewell, hence forth
I may obey but n'ere approve the Act.
They offer to lead Hip. and Paus. off.
Hold Sertanes, looke upon their wounds, yee Gods!
Ought any thing that chance ownes make men fall
So low, that we should esteeme 'em lesse then
Beasts, see they bleed still, canst thou leave 'em
Like dogges to licke those wounds, whose every drop
Of blood I can witnesse, fell a sacrifice
To honour, oh! tis a fault, a fault I feare
The gods will punish; as if men in misery
Had no soules, or slaves did not upwards looke.

Ki.
Hold Sortanes, unbinde em, they are your Prisoners
Now; and as you please dispose of em.
Thinke not my nature cruell, or that I
Fround upon them, for Kings doe often so
Vpon the fault when they pitty the man,
Yet if I get the head of this Serpent, he
Shall finde our Iustice with its full weight,
But weele crush him.

Cecil.
Now I kneele to you sir.

Ki.
What meanes my sister? rise, my occasions
Give me leave onely to say farewell, till
My returne Philon, obey my sister
As my selfe.

Cecil.
The gods blesse and guide the King.

Ki.
Sortanes, command the officers aboard,
And give order the gallies be all loose
With the next tide.

Exit
Cecil.
Cosen Philon, pray let your care provide
For those men.

Exit
Pau.
Oh Hiparcus, I am lost ere I have found my selfe
And have fought for bonds, come my friend.

Hip.
That title confirmes my life; for now I finde.
My rage did not destroy my selfe, and through
Thy wounds let out thy friendship, with joy
I live to redeeme thy fault.

Pau.
Oh Hiparcus this be my witnesse, thy friendship
Growes here, nor wert thou faulty, nor doe I
Want an argument, thou hadst reason, and I had love
Whose power yet thou never felt'st, but when
Thou shalt finde he is undisscern'd got in,
And in this bosome displayes his fiery wings,
Then lite me withall that Light thou'lt finde
Thou art in the darke, and thus stoope to the
Willing yoke, sighing for what thou wouldst not
Part with: these, these Hiparcus are the wounds
I feare, those the sword makes are remedies, and
If deepe enough, bring a certaine cure

Enter Philon.
Phi.
This way Gentlemen.

Hip.
We shall follow sir.

Exeunt.