University of Virginia Library

SCENE I.

Enter King, Ferdinand, Oswell, Guards, and Attendants.
King.
Gone! 'tis impossible they should escape.

Osw.
We've searcht o'er all the Court, but 'twas in vain,
Cesario and Urania in the Night
Fled from the Palace, but which way they took,
Not all our care can learn.

Ferd.
Curses pursue him.
Some Whirlwind snatch him up, and on the back
Of his Rough Wings, transport the wandering Ravisher,
And Drop his Cursed Head into the Sea;
Or land him in some cold, remote, wild Desart;
There to inhabit amongst Brutes and Savages,
O'th' two the Innocenter Beasts of Prey.

King.
My Lord, it is not Rage can help us now,
But e'er they are fled too far make swift pursuit,
Leave not a Corner of my Realm unsearcht:
Prepare me Men and Horse immediately:
I'll after 'em my self.

Ferd.
Most Royal Sir.
See at your Feet, an Injur'd Prince thus kneels,
And begs that trust may be repos'd in him.

King.
Thy Suit is granted; Haste, delay not then,
Bring him alive or dead, I care not which.
O that I cou'd Command a flash of Lightning;
Or usurp one minute the Prerogative of Death.
That I might shoot ruin as sudden on 'em,
As Waters fall from Mountains, but away,
There is no danger now like our delay.

[Ex. King, Attendants.
[Ex. Omn.