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.

PHAR. Heres such an age of transformation, that I doe not
know how to trust my selfe, I'le get me gone to: Sir,
the disparagement you have done, must be cald in
question. I have power to right my selfe, and will.

[ _Exit_ PHARAMONT.

KING. We feare ye not Sir.

PHI. Let a strong convoy guard him through the Kingdome,
With him, let's part with all our cares and feare,
And Crowne with joy our happy loves successe.

KING. Which to make more full, Lady _Gallatea_,
Let honour'd _Clerimont_ acceptance finde
In your chast thoughts.

PHI. Tis my sute too.

PRIN. Such royall spokes-men must not be deni'd.

GAL. Nor shall not, Madame.

KING. Then thus I joyne your hands.

GAL. Our hearts were knit before.
[ _They kisse_.

PHI.