Act 4 — Scene I.[3230]
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Scene I.[3230]
Enter King, Pharamond, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra, Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline, and Attendants.
King. What, are the hounds before and all the woodmen? Our horses ready and our bows bent? Dion. All, sir. King. [to Pharamond.] You are cloudy, sir. Come, we have forgotten Your venial trepass; let not that sit heavy Upon your spirit; here’s none dare utter it.5
Dion. He looks like an old surfeited stallion, dull as a dormouse. See how he sinks! The wench has shot him between wind and water, and, I hope, sprung a leak.
Thra. He needs no teaching, he strikes10 sure enough. His greatest fault is, he hunts too much in the purlieus; would he would leave off poaching!
Dion. And for his horn, h’as left it at the lodge where he lay late. Oh, he ’s a precious15 limehound![3231] Turn him loose upon the pursuit of a lady, and if he lose her, hang him up i’ the slip. When my fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I ’ll borrow him.
King. Is your boy turn’d away?20
Are. You did command, sir, and I obey’d you.
King. ’Tis well done. Hark ye further.
[They talk apart.]
Cle. Is ’t possible this fellow should repent? Methinks, that were not noble in him; and25 yet he looks like a mortified member, as if he had a sick man’s salve[3232] in ’s mouth. If a worse man had done this fault now, some physical[3233] justice or other would presently (without the help of an almanack[3234]) have opened the obstructions30 of his liver, and let him blood with a dog-whip.
Dion. See, see how modestly yon lady looks, as if she came from churching with her neighbours! Why, what a devil can a man see in35 her face but that she ’s honest![3235]
Thra. Faith, no great matter to speak of; a foolish twinkling with the eye, that spoils her coat;[3236] but he must be a cunning herald that finds it.40
Dion. See how they muster one another! Oh, there’s a rank regiment where the devil carries the colours and his dam drum-major! Now the world and the flesh come behind with the carriage.[3237]45
Cle. Sure this lady has a good turn done her against her will; before she was common talk, now none dare say cantharides[3238] can stir her. Her face looks like a warrant, willing and commanding all tongues, as they will answer it,50 to be tied up and bolted when this lady means to let herself loose. As I live, she has got her a goodly protection and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly for her health’s sake, once a week, excepting Lent and dog-days. Oh,55 if they were to be got for money, what a great sum would come out of the city for these licences!
King. To horse, to horse! we lose the morning, gentlemen.
Exeunt.60