Enter PHILASTER with PHARAMONT.

LEON.  See Sir, Phylaster is return’d.

PHI.  Royall Sir,
                Receive into your bosome your desired peace,
                Those discontented mutineares be appeasde,
                And this fortaigne Prince in safety.

K. How happie am I in thee Phylaster? 
                Whose excellent vertues begets a world of love,
                I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome. 
                I here surrender up all Soveraignetie,
                Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride,

[Delivers his Crowne to him.

Ashume my Son to take what is thy due.

PHA.  How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to
                me.

KIN.  But heaven hath made asignement unto him,
                And brought your contract to anullity: 
                Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire,
                Had not your hell-bred lust dride up the spring,
                From whence flow’d forth those favours that you found: 
                I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice,
                Your selfe hath crost your selfe.

LEON.  They are married sir.

PHAR.  How married?  I hope your highnesse will not use me so,
                I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone.

KING.  I cannot helpe it sir.

LEON.  To returne alone, you neede not sir,
                Here is one will beare you company. 
                You know this Ladies proofe, if you
                Fail’d not in the say-taging.

ME.  I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt,
                Or is there said or done, ought I repent,
                But can retort even to your grinning teeths,
                Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps
                May not be tract, yet may they tread awry,
                That boy there—­

BEL.  If to me ye speake Lady,
                I must tell you, you have lost your selfe
                In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot
                Both modesty and truth, with what impudence
                You have throwne most damnable aspertions
                On that noble Princesse and my selfe:  witnesse the world;
                Behold me sir.
                            [Kneeles to LEON, and discovers her haire.

LEON.  I should know this face; my daughter.

BEL.  The same sir.

PRIN.  How, our sometime Page, Bellario, turn’d woman?