They, that would flatter my bad face, would swear Bel. For her fair sake, Who now doth spend the spring-time of her life Dion. But thou speak'st As like Euphrasia, as thou dost look. How came it to thy knowledge that she lives Bel. I know it not, my lord; But I have heard it; and do scarce believe it. Dion. Oh, my shame! Is it possible? Draw near, That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she, Or else her murderer? Where wert thou born? Bel. In Siracusa. Dion. What's thy name? Bel. Euphrasia. Dion. Oh, 'tis just, 'tis she. Now I do know thee. Oh, that thou hadst died, How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine Bel. 'Would I had died indeed; I wish it too: The princess is all clear. King. What have you done? Dion. All is discover'd. Phi. Why then hold you me ? [He offers to stab himself. All is discover'd! Pray you, let me go. King. Stay him. Are. What is discover'd? Dion. Why, my shame! It is a woman. Let her speak the rest. Phi. How? that again. Phi. Bless'd be you powers that favour innocence! [MEGRA is seized. Phi. It is a woman, sir! Hark, gentlemen! My soul into thy breast, that would be gone And virtuous still to ages, in despite King. Speak you, where lies his shame ? Bel. I am his daughter. Phi. The gods are just. Dion. I dare accuse none; but, before you two, The virtue of our age, For mercy.1 I bend my knee Phi. Take it freely; for, I know, Though what thou didst were indiscreetly done, Are. And for me, I have a power to pardon sins, as oft As any man has power to wrong me. Bel. Noble and worthy! Phi. But, Bellario, (For I must call thee still so) tell me why Bel. My father oft would speak Your worth and virtue; and, as I did grow 1 For mercy.] Dion, out of a wrong notion of doing Philaster a service, had borne false witness to the charge against the Princess. As I had puff'd it forth and suck'd it in, Heav'd from a sheep-cote to a sceptre, rais'd My birth no match for you, I was past hope Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, King. Search out a match Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, Wilt well deserve him. Bel. Never, sir, will I Marry; it is a thing within my vow. Phi. I grieve such virtues should be laid in earth As she was born, saving from shame and sin. This is no place for such! You, Pharamond, Worthy so great a prince.-When you come there, Pha. I do confess, Renowned sir. King. Last, join your hands in one. Enjoy, Philaster, 1 "Th' occasion should as naturally fall, [Exeunt omnes. SHEFFIELD'S Essay on Poetry. "The character of Bellario must have been extremely popular in its day. For many years after the date of Philaster's first exhibition on the stage, scarce a play can be found ['A remark,' says Mr. Dyce, 'thrown out somewhat at random'] without one of these women pages in it, following in the train of some pre-engaged lover, calling on the gods to bless her happy rival (his mistress) whom no doubt she secretly curses in her heart, giving rise to many pretty equivoques by the way on the confusion of sex, and either made happy at last by some surprising turn of fate, or dismissed with the joint pity of the lovers and the audience. Our ancestors seem to have been wonderfully delighted with these transformations of sex. Women's parts were then acted by young What an odd double confusion it must have made, to see a boy play a woman playing a man! one cannot disentangle the perplexity without some violence to the imagination.”—LAMB. men. "Bellario is suggested by Viola [in Shakspeare's Twelfth Night]. There is more picturesqueness, more dramatic importance, not, perhaps, more beauty and sweetness of affection, but a more elegant developement of it, in Fletcher; on the other hand, there is still more of that improbability which attends a successful concealment of sex by mere disguise of clothes, though no artifice has been more common on the stage."-HALLAM. THE MAID'S TRAGEDY.' LOVE FORLORN. Amintor, a nobleman of the court of Rhodes, forsakes Aspatia by the King's command, to marry Evadne. The grief of the forsaken one described. This lady Walks discontented, with her watery eyes Bent on the earth. The unfrequented woods PASSAGES FROM A MASQUE PERFORMED ON THE WEDDING NIGHT, rising in mists, addresses Cynthia (the Moon). But strike thy silver horns quite through a cloud. 1A king persuades a nobleman of his court to forsake one lady and marry another, the latter having been seduced by the king himself, and being secretly his mistress. The bad woman, stimulated by her brother to regret and revenge, murders the king in his bed; the forsaken one, disguised as a page, contrives to be killed by her deserter; and the deserter kills himself from remorse. E |