More than in women: all the men I meet Which love could never know; but we fond women And think all shall go so; it is unjust That men and women should be match'd together. PHILASTER; OR, LOVE LIES A-BLEEDING: A TRAGICOMEDY, BY FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. PHILASTER tells the PRINCESS ARETHUSA how he first found the boy BELLARIO. I have a boy sent by the gods, Not yet seen in the court; hunting the buck, Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, Which gave him roots; and of the crystal springs, That could be wish'd, so that, methought, I could That ever master kept: him will I send To wait on you, and bear our hidden love. PHILASTER prefers BELLARIO to the service of the PRINCESS ARETHUSA. For thine own modesty; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay, or deserve. You trusted me unknown; and that which you are apt Perhaps might have been craft, the cunning of a boy I never can expect to serve a lady That bears more honour in her breast than you. To them that clap thy cheeks and speak thee fair yet. Bell. In that small time that I have seen the world, With a servant he thought trusty; I remember, Bell. Sir, if I have made A fault of ignorance, instruct my youth; 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 More service for you, take this little prayer; Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs. May sick men, if they have your wish, be well; And Heaven's hate those you curse, though I be one. BELLARIO describes to the PRINCESS ARETHUSA the manner of his master PHILASTER's love for her. Are. Sir, you are sad to change your service, is 't not so ? To do him service. Tell me thy name. Bell. Bellario. Are. Thou canst sing and play? Bell. If grief will give me leave, madam, I can. Are. Alas! what kind of grief can thy years know? Hadst thou a curst master when thou went'st to school? Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be, Come, sir, tell me truly, does your lord love me? Are. Canst thou know grief, and never yet knew'st love? Thou art deceived, boy. Does he speak of me As if he wish'd me well? Bell. If it be love, To forget all respect of his own friends, In thinking of your face; if it be love, When he but hears of any lady dead, Or kill'd, because it might have been your chance; "Twixt every prayer As others drop a bead, be to be in love; For Than truth that but thou know'st a lie he loves me not. says 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 show it In loving thee, my boy; she has made thee brave. Bell. My lord, she has attired me past my wish, Past my desert, more fit for her attendant, Though far unfit for me who do attend. 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 To all the world besides, but unto me A maiden snow that melted with my looks. Tell me, my boy, how doth the princess use thee? For I shall guess her love to me by that. Bell. 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? Bell. Why, she does tell me, she will trust my youth Phi. This is much better still. Bell. Methinks your words Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, Phi. Thou art deceived, 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? Bell. Not so, my lord. Phi. Come, come, I know she does. Ay now I see why my disturbed thoughts To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds. Hast thou discover'd ? is she fallen to lust, As I would wish her? Speak some comfort to me. Bell. My lord, you did mistake the boy you sent: I would not aid Her base desires; but what I came to know X |