CLE. O very well Sir.
LEON. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang my selfe in revenge.
CLE. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are.
LEON. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeve it, harke the King is comming,
[ Cornets sounds.
Enter the King, Princesse, GALLATEA, MEGRA, BELLARIO, a
Gentlewoman, and other attendants.
K. No newes of his returne,
Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd?
I feare their outrage, lest it should extend
With dangering of Pharamonts life.
Enter PHILASTER with PHARAMONT.
LEON. See Sir, Phylaster is return'd.
PHI. Royall Sir,
Receive into your bosome your desired peace,
Those discontented mutineares be appeasde,
And this fortaigne Prince in safety.