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Fall not from off your tongue so evenly,
Nor is there in your looks that quietness

That I was wont to see.

Thou art deceived, boy :
And she strokes thy head ?


And she does clap thy cheeks?
Bel. She does, my lord.

And she does kiss, thee boy? ha!
Bel. How, my lord ?

She kisses thee?

Not so, my lord.
Phi. That's strange !—I know she does.

No, by my life.
Phi. Why then she does not love me. Come, she does.

I bade her do it; I charged her, by all charms 194
Of love between us, by the hope of peace
We should enjoy, to yield thee all delights
Naked as to her bed; I took her oath
Thou shouldst enjoy her. Tell me, gentle boy
Is she not parallelless? is not her breath
Sweet as Arabian winds when fruits are ripe?
Are not her breasts two liquid ivory balls ?

Is she not all a lasting mine of joy?
Bel. Ay, now I see why my disturbed thoughts

Were so perplexed : when first I went to her,
My heart held augury. You are abused ;
Some villain has abused you : I do see


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Whereto you tend. Fall rocks upon his head
That put this to you ! 'tis some subtle train

To bring that noble frame of yours to nought. Phi. Thou think'st I will be angry with thee. Come,

Thou shalt know all my drift : I hate her more 201
Than I love happiness, and placed thee there
To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds.
Hast thou discovered ? is she fallen to lust,
As I would wish her? Speak some comfort to



life last ages.

Bel. My lord, you did mistake the boy you sent :

Had she the lust of sparrows or of goats,
Had she a sin that way, hid from the world,
Beyond the name of lust, I would not aid
Her base desires : but what I came to know
As servant to her, I would not reveal,
To make

my Phi.

Oh, my heart !
This is a salve worse than the main disease.
Tell me thy thoughts; for I will know the least

[Draws his sword.
That dwells within thee, or will rip thy heart
To know it : I will see thy thoughts as plain

As I do now thy face.

Why, so you do.
She is (for aught I know) by all the gods, [Kneels.
As chaste as ice ! but were she foul as hell,
And I did know it thus, the breath of kings, 230

The points of swords, tortures, nor bulls of brass,

Should draw it from me.

Then it is no time
To dally with thee; I will take thy life,

For I do hate thee : I could curse thee now.
Bel. 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.

Fie, fie,
So young and so dissembling! Tell me when
And where thou didst enjoy her, or let plagues
Fall on me, if I destroy thee not !

240 Bel. By Heaven I never did; and when I lie

To save my life, may I live long and loathed !
Hew me asunder, and, whilst I can think,
I'll love those pieces you have cut away
Better than those that grow, and kiss those limbs

Because you made 'em so.

Fear'st thou not death?
Can boys contemn that?

Oh, what boy is he
Can be content to live to be a man,
That sees the best of men thus passionate,

Thus without reason?

Oh, but thou dost not know What 'tis to die. Bel.

Yes, I do know, my lord : 'Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep;


A quiet resting from all jealousy,
A thing we all pursue ; I know, besides,
It is but giving over of a game

That must be lost.

But there are pains, false boy,
For perjured souls: think but on these, and then

Thy heart will melt, and thou wilt utter all.
Bel. May they fall all upon me whilst I live,
If I be perjured, or have ever thought

Of that you charge me with! If I be false,
Send me to suffer in those punishments

You speak of; kill me !

Oh, what should I do?
Why, who can but believe him ? he does swear
So earnestly, that if it were not true,
The gods would not endure him. (Sheathes his sword.
Rise, Bellario :

[Bellario rises.
Thy protestations are so deep, and thou
Dost look so truly when thou utter'st them,
That, though I know 'em false as were my hopes,
I cannot urge thee further. But thou wert 270
To blame to injure me, for I must love
Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon
Thy tender youth: a love from me to thee
Is firm, whate'er thou dost: it troubles me
That I have called the blood out of thy cheeks,
That did so well become thee. But, good boy,
Let me not see thee more : something is done

That will distract me, that will make me mad,
If I behold thee. If thou tender'st me,

Let me not see thee.

I will fly as far

As there is morning, ere I give distaste
To that most honoured mind. But through these

Shed at my hopeless parting, I can see
A world of treason practised upon you,
And her, and me. Farewell for evermore!
If you shall hear that sorrow struck me dead,
And after find me loyal, let there be
A tear shed from you in my memory,

And I shall rest at peace.

Blessing be with thee, Whatever thou deserv'st! (Exit Bellario.)-Oh, where shall I

290 Go bathe this body? Nature too unkind, That made no medicine for a troubled mind!



Arethusa's Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Arethusa.

Are. I marvel my boy comes not back again :
But that I know my love will question him

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