Shall be in water writ, but this in Marble:
No Chronicle shall speak you, though your own,
But for the shame of men. No Monument
(Though high and big as _Pelion_) shall be able
To cover this base murther; make it rich
With Brass, with purest Gold, and shining Jasper,
Like the Pyramids, lay on Epitaphs,
Such as make great men gods; my little marble
(That only cloaths my ashes, not my faults)
Shall far out shine it: And for after issues
Think not so madly of the heavenly wisdoms,
That they will give you more, for your mad rage
To cut off, unless it be some Snake, or something
Like your self, that in his birth shall strangle you.
Remember, my Father King; there was a fault,
But I forgive it: let that sin perswade you
To love this Lady. If you have a soul,
Think, save her, and be saved, for my self,
I have so long expected this glad hour,
So languisht under you, and daily withered,
That heaven knows it is my joy to dye,
I find a recreation in't.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Mess_. Where's the King?

_King_. Here.

_Mess_. Get you to your strength,
And rescue the Prince _Pharamond_ from danger,
He's taken prisoner by the Citizens,
Fearing the Lord _Philaster_.

_Di_. Oh brave followers;
Mutiny, my fine dear Country-men, mutiny,
Now my brave valiant foremen, shew your weapons
In honour of your Mistresses.

[_Enter another_ Messenger.

_Mess_. Arm, arm, arm.

_King_. A thousand devils take 'em.

_Di_. A thousand blessings on 'em.

_Mess_. Arm O King, the City is in mutiny,
Led by an old Gray Ruffin, who comes on
In rescue of the Lord _Philaster_.

[_Exit with_ Are. Phi. Bell.

_King_. Away to the Cittadel, I'le see them safe,
And then cope with these Burgers: Let the Guard
And all the Gentlemen give strong attendance.

[_Ex. King_.

[_Manent_ Dion, Cleremont, Thrasiline.

_Cle_.