Thy tender youth: A love from me to thee Bel. I will fly as far 1 As there is morning, ere I give distaste To that moft honour'd mind. But thro' these tears, Shed at my hopeless parting, I can fee A world of treafon practis'd upon you, And her, and me. Farewell, for evermore! A tear fhed from you in my memory, > [Exit Bel. Phi. Bleffing be with thee, Scene, Arethufa's apartment. Enter Arethufa.. ༢",, 』 [Exit Phi. эт Are. I marvel, my boy comes not back again. But that I know my love will question him Enter King, King. What, at your meditations! Who attends you? Are. None but my fingle self, I need no guard; I do no wrong, nor fear none. King. Tell me, have you not a boy? Are. Yes, Sir. King. What kind of boy? Are. A page, a waiting-boy. King, A handsome boy? Are. I think he be not ugly; Well qualified, and dutiful, I know him; I took him not for beauty. King, He fpeaks, and fings, and plays?" King. About eighteen? Are. I never afk'd his age. King. Is he full of fervice? Are. By your pardon, why do you ask? Are Are. Sir! King. Put him away; h'has done you that good fervice Shames me to speak of. Art. Good Sir, let me understand you. King. If you fear me, Shew it in duty; put away that boy. Are. Let me have reafon for it, Sir, and then Your will is my command, King. Do you not blush to afk it? Caft him off, Are. What have I done, my lord? There be foul whispers stirring; caft him off, [Exit King, Are. Where may a maiden live fecurely free, Keeping her honour fafe? Not with the living: They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, And make 'em truths: They draw a nourishment Out of defamings, grow upon difgraces, And when they fee a virtue fortified Strongly above the battery of their tongues, Oh, how they caft to fink it! and defeated (Soul (Soul-fick with poifon) ftrike the monuments Where noble names lie fleeping! Phi. Peace to your fairest thoughts, my deareft miftrefs! Are. Oh, my dear fervant, I have a war within me. Phi. He must be more than man, that makes thefe crystals Run into rivers. Sweeteft fair, the caufe? And as I am your flave, tied to your goodness, kā Your creature made again from what I was, And newly spirited, I'll right your honours. Are. They are jealous of him. Phi. Jealous! who? Are. The king. Phi. Oh, my fortune! Then 'tis no idle jealoufy. Let him go. Are. Oh, cruel, Are you hard-hearted too? Who fhall now tell you, How , How much I lov'd you? Who fhall fwear it to you, you Letters, rings, bracelets, lofe his health in service? Upon my eyelid, making me dream and cry, Phi. Oh, my heart! 'Would he had broken thee, that made thee know This lady was not loyal! Mistress, forget The boy, I'll get thee a far better one. Are. Oh, never, never, such a boy again, As my Bellario. Phi. 'Tis but your fond affection. Are. With thee, my boy, farewell for ever And all defire to do well for itself! Let all that shall fucceed thee, for thy wrongs, Sell and betray chaste love! Phi. And all this paffion for a boy? Are. He was your boy; you gave him to me, and The lofs of fuch must have a mourning for, Phi. |