Pha. Come let us seek.
King. Each man a several way, here I my self.
Di. Come Gentlemen we here.
Cle. Lady you must go search too.
Meg. I had rather be search'd my self.
[Exeunt omnes.
Enter Arethusa.
Are. Where am I now? Feet find me out a way,
Without the counsel of my troubled head,
I'le follow you boldly about these woods,
O're mountains, thorow brambles, pits, and flouds:
Heaven I hope will ease me. I am sick.
Enter Bellario.
Bell. Yonder's my Lady; Heaven knows I want nothing;
Because I do not wish to live, yet I
Will try her Charity. Oh hear, you that have plenty,
From that flowing store, drop some on dry ground; see,
The lively red is gone to guard her heart;
I fear she faints. Madam look up, she breaths not;
Open once more those rosie twins, and send
Unto my Lord, your latest farewell; Oh, she stirs:
How is it Madam? Speak comfort.