_Phi_. Oh, what should I do? Why, who can but believe him? He does swear So earnestly, that if it were not true, The gods would not endure him. Rise _Bellario_, Thy protestations are so deep; and thou Dost look so truly, when thou utterest them, That though I [know] 'em false, as were my hopes, I cannot urge thee further; but thou wert To blame to injure me, for I must love Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon Thy tender youth; A love from me to thee Is firm, what ere thou dost: It troubles me That I have call'd the blood out of thy cheeks, That did so well become thee: but good boy Let me not see thee more; something is done, That will distract me, that will make me mad, If I behold thee: if thou tender'st me, Let me not see thee. _Bell_. I will fly as far As there is morning, ere I give distaste To that most honour'd mind. But through these tears Shed at my hopeless parting, I can see A world of Treason practis'd upon you, And her and me. Farewel for evermore; If you shall hear, that sorrow struck me dead, And after find me Loyal, let there be A tear shed from you in my memorie, And I shall rest at peace. [_Exit_ Bel. _Phi_. Blessing be with thee, What ever thou deserv'st. Oh, where shall I Go bath thy body? Nature too unkind, That made no medicine for a troubled mind! [_Exit_. Phi. _Enter_ Arethuse. _Are_. I marvel my boy comes not back again; But that I know my love will question him Over and over; how I slept, wak'd, talk'd; How I remembred him when his dear name Was last spoke, and how, when I sigh'd, wept, sung, And ten thousand such; I should be angry at his stay. [_Enter _King. _King_. What are your meditations? who attends you? _Are_. None but my single self, I need no Guard, I do no wrong, nor fear none. _King_. Tell me: have you not a boy? _Are_. Yes Sir. _King_. What kind of boy? _Are_. A Page, a waiting boy. _King_. A handsome boy? _Are_. I think he be not ugly: Well qualified, and dutiful, I know him, I took him not for beauty. _King_. He speaks, and sings and plays? _Are_. Yes Sir. _King_. About Eighteen? _Are_. I never ask'd his age. _King_. Is he full of service?