Bel Monologue from Philaster; Or, Love Lies a Bleeding

From Philaster; Or, Love Lies a Bleeding by Francis Beaumont

female · defiant · 1:01 min

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.) The same sir. (PRIN: How, our sometime Page, Bellario, turn'd woman?) 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.

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