For once; what master holds so strict a hand Phi. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, With joy receive thee; as I live, I will; Bell. I am gone; But since I am to part with you, my lord, And none knows whether I shall live to do Are. Sir, you are sad to change your service, is't not so ? To do him service. Are. Thou disclaim'st in me; Tell me thy name. Bell. Bellario. Are. Thou can'st sing and play? Bell. If grief will give me leave, madam, I can. Are. Alas! what kind of grief can thy years know? Had'st thou a curst master when thou went'st to school? Thou art not capable of any other grief; Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be, When no breath troubles them: believe me, boy, Care Care seeks out wrinkled brows, and hollow eyes, Come, sir, tell me truly, does your lord love me? Are. Canst thou know grief, and never yet knew'st love? Bell. If it be love, To forget all respect of his own friends, When he but hears of any lady dead, Or kill'd, because it might have been your chance ; Philaster is jealous of Bellario with the Princess. The princess doth commend her love, her life, Phi. O Bellario, Now I perceive she loves me, she does shew it Phi. Thou art grown courtly, boy. O let all women That love black deeds learn to dissemble here. Here by this paper she does write to me As if her heart were mines of adamant Το To all the world besides, but unto me Tell me, my boy, how doth the princess use thee? Bell. Scarce like her servant, but as if I were As mothers fond do use their only sons; Phi. Why this is wond'rous well: But what kind language does she feed thee with? Bell. Why, she does tell me, she will trust my youth With all her loving secrets, and does call me Her pretty servant, bids me weep no more Phi. This is much better still. Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, Nor is there in your looks that quietness, That I was wont to see. Phi. Thou art deceiv'd, boy.-And she strokes thy head? Bell. Yes. Phi. And she does clap thy cheeks? Bell. She does, my lord. Phi. And she does kiss thee, boy, ha? Bell. How, my lord? Phi. She kisses thee? Phi. Come, come, I know she does. Aye, Aye, now I see why my disturbed thoughts Phi. Thou think'st I will be angry with thee. Come. Hast thou discover'd? is she fal'n to lust, As I would wish her? Speak some comfort to me. Bell. My lord, you did mistake the boy you sent; Had she a sin that way, hid from the world, I would not aid Her base desires; but what I came to know As servant to her, I would not reveal, To make my life last ages. Phi. O my heart! This is a salve worse than the main disease. Bell. Why, so you do. She is (for aught I know) by all the gods, As chaste as ice; but were she foul as hell, And I did know it, thus; the breath of kings, The points of swords, tortures, nor bulls of brass, Phi. Then it is no time To dally with thee; I will take thy life, For I do hate thee; I could curse thee now. Bell, If you do hate, you could not curse me worse; The gods have not a punishment in store Greater for me than is your hate. Phi. Fie, fie, So So young and so dissembling! fear'st thou not death? Can boys contemn that? Bell. O, what boy is he Can be content to live to be a man, That sees the best of men thus passionate, Thus without reason? Phi. Oh, but thou dost not know what 'tis to die. "Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep, A quiet resting from all jealousy; That must be lost. Phi. But there are pains, false boy, For perjur'd souls; think but on these, and then If I be perjured, or have ever thought Phi. O, what should I do? Why, who can but believe him? He does swear The gods would not endure him. Rise, Bellario, Thy protestations are so deep, and thou Dost look so truly when thou utter'st them, That though I know them false, as were my hopes, Let me not see thee, ་ Bell |