Command what ere it be.

_King_. Swear to be true to what you promise.

_Phi_. By the powers above,
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_. O 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 stands irrevocable.

_Phi_. Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man
The falsest and the basest of this world:
Set swords against this breast some honest man,
For I have liv'd till I am pitied,
My former deeds are hateful, but this last
Is pitifull, for I unwillingly
Have given the dear preserver of my life

[_Offers to kill himself_.]

Unto his Torture: is it in the power
Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live?

_Are_. Dear Sir be patient yet, or stay that hand.

_King_. Sirs, strip that boy.

_Di_. Come Sir, your tender flesh will try your
constancie.

_Bell_. O kill me gentlemen.

_Di_. No, help Sirs.

_Bell_. Will you Torture me?

_King_. Hast there, why stay you?

_Bell_. Then I shall not break my vow,
You know just gods, though I discover all.

_King_. How's that? Will he confess?

_Di_. Sir, so he says.

_King_. Speak then.

_Bell_. Great King if you command
This Lord to talk with me alone, my tongue
Urg'd by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts
My youth hath known, and stranger things than these
You hear not often.

_King_. Walk aside with him.

_Di_. Why speak'st thou not?

_Bell_. Know you this face my Lord?

_Di_. No.

_Bell_. Have you not seen it, nor the like?

_Di_. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily
I know not where.

_Bell_. I have been often told
In Court, of one _Euphrasia,_ a Lady
And Daughter to you; betwixt whom and me
(They that would flatter my bad face would swear)