There was such strange resemblance, that we two
Could not be known asunder, drest alike.

_Di_. By Heaven and so there is.

_Bell_. For her fair sake,
Who now doth spend the spring time of her life
In holy Pilgrimage, move to the King,
That I may scape this Torture.

_Di_. But thou speak'st
As like _Euphrasia_ as thou dost look,
How came it to thy knowledge that she
lives in Pilgrimage?

_Bell_. I know it not my Lord,
But I have heard it, and do scarce believe it.

_Di_. Oh my shame, is't possible? Draw near,
That I may gaze upon thee, art thou she?
Or else her Murderer? where wert thou born?

_Bell_. In _Siracusa_.

_Di_. What's thy name?

_Bell. Euphrasia_.

_Di_. O 'tis just, 'tis she now, I do know thee, Oh
that thou hadst died
And I had never seen thee nor my shame,
How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine
E're call thee Daughter more?

_Bell_. Would I had died indeed, I wish it too,
And so I must have done by vow, e're published
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?

_Di_. All is discovered.

_Phi_. Why then hold you me?

_Di_. All is discovered, pray you let me go.
[He offers to stab himself_.]

_King_. Stay him.

_Are_. What is discovered?

_Di_. Why my shame, it is a woman, let her speak the rest.

_Phi_. How! that again.

_Di_. It is a woman.

_Phi_. Blest be you powers that favour innocence.

_King_. Lay hold upon that Lady.

_Phi_. It is a woman Sir, hark Gentlemen!
It is a woman. _Arethusa_ take
My soul into thy breast, that would be gone
With joy: it is a woman, thou art fair,

And vertuous still to ages, in despight of malice.

_King_. Speak you, where lies his shame?

_Bell_. I am his Daughter.

_Phi_. The Gods are just.

_Di_. I dare accuse none, but before you two
The vertue of our age, I bend my knee