SCENE I. [An apartment in the palace. ]


Phi. And thou shalt find her honourable, boy;

Full of regard unto thy tender youth,

For thine own modesty; and, for my sake,

Apter to give than thou wilt be to ask,

Ay, or deserve.

Bel. Sir, you did take me up

When I was nothing; and only yet am something

By being yours. You trusted me unknown;

And that which you were apt to conster〖Construe, interpret.〗

A simple innocence in me, perhaps

Might have been craft, the cunning of a boy

Hard'ned in lies and theft: yet ventur'd you

To part my miseries and me; for which,

I never can expect to serve a lady

That bears more honour in her breast than you.

Phi. But. boy, it will prefer〖Advance.〗 thee. Thou art young,

And bear'st a childish overflowing love

To them that clap thy cheeks and speak thee fair yet;

But when thy judgment comes to rule those passions,

Thou wilt remember best those careful friends

That plac'd thee in the noblest way of life.

She is a princess I prefer thee to.

Bel. In that small time I have seen the world,

I never knew a man hasty to part

With a servant he thought trusty. I remember,

My father would prefer the boys he kept

To greater men than he; but did it not

Till they were grown too saucy for himself.

Phi. Why, gentle boy, I find no fault at all

In thy behaviour.

Bel. Sir, if I have made

A fault in ignorance, instruct my youth:

I shall be willing, if not apt, to learn;

Age and experience will adorn my mind

With larger knowledge; and if I have done

A wilful fault, think me not past all hope

For once. What master holds so strict a hand

Over his boy, that he will part with him

Without one warning? Let me be corrected

To break my stubbornness, if it be so,

Rather than turn me off; and I shall mend.

Phi. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay,

That, trust me, I could weep to part with thee.

Alas, I do not turn thee off! Thou knowest

It is my business that doth call thee hence;

And when thou art with her, thou dwell'st with me.

Think so, and 'tis so; and when time is full,

That thou hast well discharg'd this heavy trust,

Laid on so weak a one, I will again.

With joy receive thee; as I live, I will!

Nay, weep not, gentle boy. 'Tis more than time

Thou didst attend the princess.

Bel. I am gone.

But since I am to part with you, my lord,

And none knows whether I shall live to do

More service for you, take this little prayer:

Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs!

May sick men, if they have your wish, be well;

And Heaven hate those you curse, though I be one!Exit.

Phi. The love of boys unto their lords is strange;

I have read wonders of it: yet this boy

For my sake (if a man may judge by looks

And speech) would out-do story. I may see

A day to pay him for his loyalty. Exit.

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