BEL. If to me ye speake Lady,
I must tell you, you have lost your selfe
In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot
Both modesty and truth, with what impudence
You have throwne most damnable aspertions
On that noble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world;
Behold me sir.
[Kneeles to LEON, and discovers her haire.
LEON. I should know this face; my daughter.
BEL. The same sir.
PRIN. How, our sometime Page, Bellario, turn'd woman?
BEL. Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe,
Proceeded from a respective modest
Affection I bare to my my Lord,
The Prince Phylaster, to do him service,
As farre from any lacivious thought,
As that Lady is farre from goodnesse,
And if my true intents may be beleeved,
And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde,
You have the truth.
PRIN. I doe beleeve thee, Bellario I shall call thee still.
PHI. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance.
LEON. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now;
Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would steale
Into your face, if ye had grace to entertaine it,
Do ye slinke away?
[ Exit MEGRA hiding her face,
KING. Give present order she be banisht the Court,
And straightly confinde till our further
Pleasure is knowne.