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?