Or.  Thou hast preuaild; Eurymine, stand vp; I will not touch thee for a world of gold.

Phy.  Why now thou seemst to be of humane mould;
But, on our graunt, faire mayd, that you shall liue,
Will you to vs your faithfull promise giue
Henceforth t’abandon this your Country quite,
And neuer more returne into the sight
Of fierce Telemachus, the angry Duke,
Where by we may be voyd of all rebuke?

Eur.  Here do I plight my chaste vnspotted hand,
I will abiure this most accursed land: 
And vow henceforth, what fortune ere betide,
Within these woods and desarts to abide.

Phy.  Now wants there nothing but a fit excuse
To sooth the Duke in his concern’d abuse;
That he may be perswaded she is slaine,
And we our wonted fauour still maintaine.

Orest.  It shall be thus:  within a lawne hard by,
Obscure with bushes, where no humane eye
Can any way discouer our deceit,
There feeds a heard of Goates and country neate. 
Some Kidde or other youngling will we take
And with our swords dispatch it for her sake;
And, hauing slaine it, rip his panting breast
And take the heart of the vnguiltie beast,
Which, to th’intent our counterfeit report
May seeme more likely, we will beare to court
And there protest, with bloody weapons drawne,
It was her heart.

Phy.  Then likewise take this Lawne,
Which well Telemachus did know she wore,
And let it be all spotted too with gore. 
How say you, mistresse? will you spare the vale?

Eur.  That and what else, to verifie your tale.  And thankes, Phylander and Orestes both, That you preserue me from a Tyrants wroth.

Phy.  I would it were within my power, I wis,
To do you greater curtesie than this;
But what we cannot by our deeds expresse
In heart we wish, to ease your heauinesse.

Eur.  A double debt:  yet one word ere ye go,
Commend me to my deare Ascanio. 
Whose loyall loue and presence to forgoe
Doth gall me more than all my other woe.

Orest.  Our liues shall neuer want to do him good.

Phy.  Nor yet our death if he in daunger stood: 

Or.  And, mistresse, so good fortune be your guide, And ought that may be fortunate beside.

[Exeunt.

Eu.  The like I wish vnto your selues againe,
And many happy days deuoyd of paine.—­
And now Eurymine record thy state,
So much deiected and opprest by fate. 
What hope remaines? wherein hast thou to ioy? 
Wherein to tryumph but thine owne annoy? 
If euer wretch might tell of miserie
Then I, alas, poore I, am only she;
Vnknowne of parents, destitute of friends,
Hopefull of nought but what misfortune sends;
Banisht, to liue a fugitiue alone
In vncoth[98] paths and regions neuer knowne. 
Behold, Ascanio, for thy only sake,
These tedious trauels I must undertake. 
Nor do I grudge; the paine seemes lesse to mee
In that I suffer this distresse for thee.