Dion. ста Ay; know you him, my lord? Phi. Hell and sin know him! [Aside.]—Sir, you are deceived; I'll reason it a little coldly with you : If she were lustful, would she take a boy, 100 That knows not yet desire? she would have one acts, Which is the great delight of wickedness. You are abused, and so is she, and I. Dion. How you, my lord? Phi. In an unjust report. Dion. Why, all the world's abused Oh, noble sir, your virtues Cannot look into the subtle thoughts of woman! In short, my lord, I took them; I myself. Phi. Now, all the devils, thou didst! Fly from my гаде rage! Would thou hadst ta'en devils engendering plagues, When thou didst take them! Hide thee from my eyes! Would thou hadst taken thunder on thy breast, For ever; that this foul deed might have slept Thra. Have you known him so ill-tempered? Cle. Never before. Phi. The winds, that are let loose And spread themselves all over sea and land, To run me through? and of doubt Dion. So moved at this? Phi. When any fall from virtue, I am distract; I have an interest in 't. Phi. 121 I thank you; I will do it: Dion. All the gods direct you The readiest way! Thra. He was extreme impatient. Cle. It was his virtue and his noble mind. 130 [Exeunt Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline Phi. I had forgot to ask him where he took them ; I'll follow him. Oh, that I had a sea Within my breast, to quench the fire I feel! More circumstances will but fan this fire: It more afflicts me now, to know by whom This deed is done, than simply that 'tis done; And he that tells me this is honourable, As far from lies as she is far from truth. Bel. Phi. Oh that, like beasts, we could not grieve ourselves Enter Bellario. See, see, you gods, He walks still; and the face you let him wear 150 [Aside. [Gives a letter. Health to you, my lord! Oh Bellario, Now I perceive she loves me! she does show it In loving thee, my boy: she has made thee brave. Bel. My lord, she has attired me past my wish, 160 Past my desert; more fit for her attendant, Though far unfit for me who do attend. Phi. Thou art grown courtly, boy.—Oh, let all women, That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here, 170 [Aside. Tell me, my boy, how doth the princess use thee? For I shall guess her love to me by that. Bel. Scarce like her servant, but as if I were Something allied to her, or had preserved Her life three times by my fidelity; As mothers fond do use their only sons, As I'd use one that's left unto my trust, For whom my life should pay if he met harm, So she does use me. Phi. Why, this is wondrous well: But what kind language does she feed thee with? Bel. 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 For leaving you; she'll see my services Regarded and such words of that soft strain, That I am nearer weeping when she ends Than ere she spake. This is much better still. Phi. Phi. Rel. Methinks your words Ill? no, Bellario. 180 Phi. Bel. Phi. Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, And she strokes thy head? Bel. She does, my lord. Bel. How, my lord? Phi. Bel. Thou art deceived, boy: Yes. And she does clap thy cheeks? And she does kiss, thee boy? ha! She kisses thee? Not so, my lord. Phi. That's strange !-I know she does. Phi. Why then she does not love me. No, by my life. Come, she does. I bade her do it; I charged her, by all charms 194 We should enjoy, to yield thee all delights Thou shouldst enjoy her. Tell me, gentle boy 200 |