Are. Oh! 'tis well:
Withdraw your self.
Phi. Madam, your messenger
Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me.
Are. 'Tis true Philaster, but the words are such,
I have to say, and do so ill beseem
The mouth of woman, that I wish them said,
And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known
That I have ought detracted from your worth?
Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set
My baser instruments to throw disgrace
Upon your vertues?
Phi. Never Madam you.
Are. Why then should you in such a publick place,
Injure a Princess and a scandal lay
Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great:
Calling a great part of my dowry in question.
Phi. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be
Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self,
I could afford my self to have no right
To any thing you wish'd.
Are. Philaster, know
I must enjoy these Kingdoms.
Phi. Madam, both?
Are. Both or I die: by Fate I die Philaster,
If I not calmly may enjoy them both.
Phi. I would do much to save that Noble life:
Yet would be loth to have posterity
Find in our stories, that Philaster gave
His right unto a Scepter, and a Crown,
To save a Ladies longing.