King. 'Tis granted, take 'em to you, with a Guard. Come Princely Pharamond, this business past, We may with more security go on to your intended match.
Cle. I pray that this action lose not Philaster the hearts of the people.
Di. Fear it not, their overwise heads will think it but a trick.
[Exeunt Omnes.
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Enter Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline.
Thra. Has the King sent for him to death?
Di. Yes, but the King must know, 'tis not in
his power to war with Heaven.
Cle. We linger time; the King sent for Philaster and the
Headsman an hour ago.
Thra. Are all his wounds well?