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But Franion the cup bearer

This matter did reveal ; And with Egestus secretly

Away by night did steal;

Thinking it better were for him

Never to see his king,
Than traitorously, without a cause,

To do so vile a thing.

Pandosto's jealousie more burns,

When he saw they were gone; And for Bellaria he sent,

Who quickly to him came.

And with wilde speeches in his ire,

His noble queen blasphem'd:
And with the wilde name of a whore,

In his fierce wrath her nam'd.

With speed he calls a parliament,

And her in prison cast, Intending till he took her life,

Therefore to keep her fast.

It is her hap to be with child,

Which when the king doth see, Then more and more his wrath doth burn

In that mad jealousie.

Still swearing his queen's life to have ;

But here begins the strife, For all the parliament did seek

To save Bellaria's life.

He swears she and her child shall die,

His nobles, all before,
Go fetch, he says, to parliament,

That filthy odious whore.

In vain thus with the King they strive,

Yet one brave lord at last Gives forth his vote to save the Queen,

And forth his verdict past.

Send quickly post to Delphus Isle

To Apollo and see,
And at that Oracle enquire

To know the veritie.

And to this lord they all agreed,

And quickly sent away Men, who till they to Delphus came,

Posted both night and day.

And having their devotions done,

Apollo cry'd at last, Bohemians that which

ye

find Behind the altar cast.

Take up : but do not look thereon,
Nor let no man

it

see, Till that ye both before the King

And parliament shall be.

The scrol they took and posted home,

The King doth them require,
To see the scrol, which he did think

Would satiate his desire.

But they him told what charge they got,

When they did it receive : And also what instructions

Apollo to them gave;

The parliament conveens, the King

From prison brought the Queen: Which was but newly brought to bed,

And was a woman green ;

Whose child the King caus'd 'take her from,

And said to death put straight That bastard brat, and let it not

Appear into my sight.

The executioners abhor'd

So vile a cruel deed : And in a boat unto the sea,

They do it send with speed.

Which neither sail nor ruther had,

Nor company therein,
And to seas fury they commit

It for to sink or swim.

With trees branches an arbor made,

Therein a purse of gold, And with rich jewels from the Queen,

This babe they there uprollid.

A storm arose, this little boat

Drives to Egestus land, A shepherd, that was keeping sheep,

Doth find it on the sand.

He looks upon the childs beautie,

Covered with cloath of gold The like his eyes did never see,

So glorious to behold.

He surely thought it was a god,

And down he kneels to pray: But when the child began to cry,

He bore it thence away.

The jewels and the gold he takes,

And calls the child his own : And Faunia he doth her name,

Who grew a beauteous one.

So that her fame came unto court,

The prince came her to see : Who having lookt this nymph upon,

Was ravisht presently.

Dorastus was the prince's name.

Who with a full intent,
Most earnestly did sue for love,

With thousand complements.

With modest meekness she refus’d,

Saying she'd love him dear,
If that she equall were with him,

Or he a shepherd were.

At last the prince his father told,

But he right furiously,
Says who's this entysde my son,

I vow that he shall die.

This to prevent, the prince provides

A ship to save their life;
And with one servant and his love,

The shepherd and his wife :

To sea they go, and they arrive

In her own father's land : But let us of her mother speak,

Which doth in judgment stand.

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