But take 'em from them, and you take at once
Their spleens away; and they will fall again
Unto their Pastures, growing fresh and fat,
And taste the waters of the springs as sweet,
As 'twas before, finding no start in sleep.
But miserable man; See, see you gods,

[_Enter_ Bellario.

He walks still; and the face you let him wear
When he was innocent, is still the same,
Not blasted; is this justice? Do you mean
To intrap mortality, that you allow
Treason so smooth a brow? I cannot now
Think he is guilty.

_Bell_. Health to you my Lord;
The Princess doth commend her love, her life,
And this unto you.

_Phi_. Oh _Bellario_,
Now I perceive she loves me, she does shew it
In loving thee my boy, she has made thee brave.

_Bell_. My Lord she has attired me past my wish,
Past my desert, more fit for her attendant,
Though far unfit for me, who do attend.

_Phi_. Thou art grown courtly boy. O let all women
That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here,