Di. All they were but scratches; but the loss of bloud made him faint.
Cle. We dally Gentlemen.
Thra. Away.
Di. We'l scuffle hard before he perish.
[Exeunt.
Enter Philaster, Arethusa, and Bellario.
Are. Nay dear Philaster grieve not, we are well.
Bell. Nay good my Lord forbear, we are wondrous well.
Phi. Oh Arethusa! O Bellario! leave to be kind:
I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from
Earth, If you continue so; I am a man,
False to a pair of the most trusty ones
That ever earth bore, can it bear us all?
Forgive and leave me, but the King hath sent
To call me to my death, Oh shew it me,
And then forget me: And for thee my boy,
I shall deliver words will mollifie
The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence.
Bell. Alas my Lord, my life is not a thing
Worthy your noble thoughts; 'tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of child-hood thrown away:
Should I out-live, I shall then out-live
Vertue and honour. And when that day comes,
If ever I should close these eyes but once,
May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste my limbs to nothing.