Methinks I have a falve unto my breaft For all the ftings that dwell there: Streams of grief Let them appease thee; take thy right; take her, Phi. Sir, it is blotted from my memory, Past and forgotten. For you, prince of Spain, And if you would go furnish'd to your realm Be made the mark of obloquy and scorn? To cure ill names, that meaner people want? Meg. You must get another ship To bear the princefs and the boy together. Dion. How now! Meg. I have already publish'd both their shames. Ship us all four, my lord; we can endure Weather and wind alike. King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me for father. Are. This earth, how falfe it is! what means is left For me to clear myfelf? It lies in your belief. My lord, believe me, and let all things elfe Struggle together to dishonour me. Bel. Oh, ftop your ears, great king, that I may speak As freedom would: Then I will call this lady Phi. This lady? I will sooner trust the wind King. Forget her, Sir, since all is knit To what you promise. Phi. By the pow'rs above, Let Let it not be the death of her or him, And it is granted. King. Bear away the boy To torture. I will have her clear'd or buried. Phi. Oh, let me call my words back, worthy Sir; Ask something else: Bury my life and right In one poor grave; but do not take away My life and fame at once. King. Away with him; it ftands irrevocable. Bel. Oh, kill me, gentlemen! Dion. No help, Sirs. Bel. Will you torture me? King. Hafte there; why stay you? Bel. Then I fhall not break my vow, You know, just gods, though I discover all. Dion. Sir, fo he fays. King. Speak then. Bel. Great king, if you'll command This lord to talk with me alone, my tongue, Urg'd by my heart, fhall utter all the thoughts My youth hath known,`and stranger things than thefe You hear not often. King. Walk afide with him. [Dion and Bell. walk afide together. Dion. Why speak'st thou not? Bel. Know you this face, my lord? Bel. Have you not seen it, nor the like? Bel. I have been often told In court of one Euphrafia, a lady, And daughter to you; betwixt whom and me, They, that would flatter my bad face, would fwear There was fuch ftrange resemblance, that we two Could not be known asunder, dreft alike. Dion. By Heav'n, and fo there is. Bel. For her fair fake, Who now doth spend the spring-time of her life In holy pilgrimage, move to the king, That I may 'scape this torture. Dion. But thou speak'ft As like Euphrafia, as thou doft look. How came it to thy knowledge that fhe lives In pilgrimage? Bel. I know it not, my lord; But I have heard it, and do fcarce believe it. Dion. Oh, my fhame, is it poffible? draw near, That I may gaze upon thee: Art thou fhe? Bel, 94 Bel. In Siracufa. Dion. What's thy name? Dion. 'Tis juft; 'tis fhe; now I do know thee. Oh, That thou hadft died, and I had never seen Thee nor my fhame! Bel. 'Would I had died, indeed! I wifh it too; And fo I must have done by vow, ere publish'd What I have told; but that there was no means To hide it longer; yet I joy in this, The princess is all clear. King. What have you done? Dion. All is difcover'd. Are. What is difcover'd? Dion. Why, my fhame; It is a woman; let her speak the reft. Phi. How! that again. Dion. It is a woman. Phi. Bleft be you pow'rs that favour innocence! It is a woman, Sir! hark, gentlemen! It is a woman. Arethufa, take My foul into thy breast, that would be gone |