Are. 'Tis well, no more.
La. Madam, the Prince is come to do his service.
Are. What will you do Philaster with your self?
Phi. Why, that which all the gods have appointed out for me.
Are. Dear, hide thy self. Bring in the Prince.
Phi. Hide me from Pharamond! When Thunder speaks, which is the voice of Jove, Though I do reverence, yet I hide me not; And shall a stranger Prince have leave to brag Unto a forreign Nation, that he made Philaster hide himself?
Are. He cannot know it.
Phi. Though it should sleep for ever to the world,
It is a simple sin to hide my self,
Which will for ever on my conscience lie.
Are. Then good Philaster, give him scope and way
In what he saies: for he is apt to speak
What you are loth to hear: for my sake do.
Phi. I will.