Forgive and leave me, but the King hath sent
To call me to my death, Oh shew it me,
And then forget me: And for thee my boy,
I shall deliver words will mollifie
The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence.

_Bell_. Alas my Lord, my life is not a thing
Worthy your noble thoughts; 'tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of child-hood thrown away:
Should I out-live, I shall then out-live
Vertue and honour. And when that day comes,
If ever I should close these eyes but once,
May I live spotted for my perjury,
And waste my limbs to nothing.

_Are_. And I (the woful'st maid as ever was,
Forc'd with my hands to bring my Lord to death)
Do by the honour of a Virgin swear,
To tell no hours beyond it.

_Phi_. Make me not hated so.

_Are_. Come from this prison, all joyful to our deaths.

_Phi_. People will tear me when they find you true
To such a wretch as I; I shall die loath'd.
Injoy your Kingdoms peaceably, whil'st I
For ever sleep forgotten with my faults,
Every just servant, every maid in love
Will have a piece of me if you be true.

_Are_. My dear Lord say not so.

_Bell_. A piece of you?
He was not born of women that can cut it and look on.

_Phi_. Take me in tears betwixt you,
For my heart will break with shame and sorrow.

_Are_. Why 'tis well.

_Bell_. Lament no more.

_Phi_. What would you have done
If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found
My life no price, compar'd to yours? For love Sirs,
Deal with me truly.

_Bell_. 'Twas mistaken, Sir.

_Phi_. Why if it were?

_Bell_. Then Sir we would have ask'd you pardon.

_Phi_. And have hope to enjoy it?

_Are_. Injoy it? I.

_Phi_. Would you indeed? be plain.

_Bell_. We would my Lord.

_Phi_. Forgive me then.

_Are_. So, so.

_Bell_. 'Tis as it should be now.

_Phi_. Lead to my death.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ King, Dion, Cleremont, _and_ Thrasiline.

_King_. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince?

_Cle_.