Pha. If tortures can be found,
Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel
The utmost rigour.
[Philaster creeps out of a bush.
Cle. Help to lead him hence.
Phi. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence, Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely?
Pha. Who's that?
Di. 'Tis the Lord Philaster.
Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all Kings in one,
The wealth of Tagus, nor the Rocks of Pearl,
That pave the Court of Neptune, can weigh down
That vertue. It was I that hurt the Princess.
Place me, some god, upon a Piramis,
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice
Loud as your Thunder to me, that from thence,
I may discourse to all the under-world,
The worth that dwells in him.
Pha. How's this?
Bell. My Lord, some man Weary of life, that would be glad to die.
Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies Bellario.