Mistake me not; far, far, 'tis from my thought, Not to advance thy merit. Trust me, sister, Euph. You have; but mean you, brother, To leave us, as you say? Crot. Aye, aye, Euphrania: He has just grounds direct him: I will prove Euph. Heaven Does look into the secrets of all hearts: Thy brother will return in safety to us. They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about them. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace. A Flourish. Enter AMYCLAS the king, ARMOSTES, PROPHILUS, and attendants. Amy. The Spartan gods are gracious; our humility Shall bend before their altars, and perfume See, lords, Amyclas, your old king, is entering This silver badge of age, and change this snow Armo. May old time Run back to double your long life, great sir! Amy. It will, it must, Armostes; thy bold nephew, Death-braving Ithocles, brings to our gates Where didst thou leave him, Prophilus? Most gracious sovereign; twenty of the noblest Amy. When comes your friend, the general? To follow with all speed convenient. Enter CROTOLON, CALANTHA, CHRYSTALL PHILEMA and EUPHRANIA. Amy. Our daughter?-Dear Calantha, th happy news, The conquest of Messene, hath already Calan. With the circumstance And manner of the fight, related faithfully Pro. Excellent princess, Your own fair eyes may soon report a truth Enter ITHOCLES; HEMAPHIL, and GRONEAS, and the rest of the Lords, ushering him in. Amy. Return into these arms, thy home, thy sanctuary, Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosom, Itho. Your humble subject. Armo. Proud of the blood I claim an interest in, As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee, Right noble nephew. Itho. Sir, your love's too partial. Crot. Our country speaks by me, who, by thy valour, Wisdom, and service, shares in this great action; Itho. You exceed in bounty. Cal. Chrystalla, Philema, the chaplet!-Ithocles, Upon the wings of fame, the singular And chosen fortune of an high attempt Is borne so past the view of common sight, Itho. You're a royal maid. Amy. She is, in all, our daughter. Acknowledging how poorly I have served, What nothings I have done, compar'd with the honours Heap'd on the issue of a willing mind; Cal. He speaks truth. Itho. Whom heaven Is pleas'd to stile victorious, there, to such, When as indeed, each common soldier's blood But resolution executes. I use not, en'd By many hands. For instance, here is Prophilus, Of much desert; and, though in other rank, Observe your great example. After these toils is needful; we must think on Euphr. [To Prophilus.] Sir, with your favour, I need not a supporter. Proph. Fate instructs me. [Ereunt. Manent HEMOPHIL, detaining CHRISTALLA, and GRONEAS, PHILEMA. Christ. With me? Phil. Indeed, I dare not stay. Soldiers are blunt; your lip. You went not hence such creatures. Gron. Spirit of valour Is of a mounting nature. Phil. It appears so.→ I'll marry thee! Phil. By Vulcan, you're forsworn, Except my mind do alter strangely. Gron. One word. Christ. You lie beyond all modesty; forbear me! Hemo. I'll make thee mistress of a city, 'tis Mine own by conquest. Christ. By petition; sue for't In forma pauperis.-City? kennell.-Gallants, Christ. Practise to drill hogs, in hope More wit, or more civility, we'll rank ye I'th' list of men: till then, brave things at arms, Dare not to speak to us, most potent Groneas!Phil. And Hemophil the hardy! At your ser Tec. Ah, Orgilus, Neglects in young men of delights and life At odds with nature, that I grudge the thrift Tec. Spirit of truth inspire thee! On these conditions I conceal thy change, Org. I to contemplations, [Exit. In these delightful walks. Thus metamorphos'd, Ha! who are those that cross yon private walk Is Ithocles his friend: it strangely puzzles me- Re-enter PROPHILUS and EUPHRANIA. The span of this stolen time, lent by the gods To my Penthea: chastely honourable. Proph. Nor wants there more addition to my wish Of happiness, than having thee a wife, Org. But a brother More cruel than the grave. Euph. What can you look for, In answer to your noble protestations, Org. Hold out, Euphrania! [Aside. Euph. Know, Prophilus, I never undervalued, Org. She is forsworn else To Athens, had my oath. Org. Yes, yes, he had sure. Proph. I doubt not, with the means the court supplies, But to prevail at pleasure. Org. Very likely. Proph. Mean time, best, dearest, I may build my hopes On the foundation of thy constant sufferance Euph. Death shall sooner Divorce life, and the joys I have in living, I seal the like. Org. I am discover'd Say it, is it possible- Answer to that-Your art? what art to catch Proph. Observe him, sweet, 'tis but his re- Org. But will you hear a little? you're so tetchy, You keep no rule in argument; philosophy Works not upon impossibilities, But natural conclusions.-Mew!-absurd! Prove it ;-yet with a reverence to your gravity, These apish boys, when they but task the grammars, Confidence Proph. By your leave, sir. With pardon of your deities, a mushroom, On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then: He is my master surely: yonder door Proph. Happy creatures! Such people toil not, sweet, in heats of state, Proph. Lady, a new conceit comes in my And most available for both our comforts. Proph. While I endeavour to deserve Your father's blessing to our loves, this scholar May daily, at some certain hours, attend What notice I can write of my success, Here in this grove, and give it to your hands; The like from you to me: so can we never, Barr'd ofour mutual speech,want sure intelligence; And thus our hearts may talk, when our tongues cannot. Euph. Occasion is most favourable; use it. Proph. Aplotes, wilt thou wait us twice-a-day At nine i'th morning, and at four at night, Here in this bower, to convey such letters As each shall send to other? Do it willingly, Safely and secretly, and I will furnish Thy study, or what else thou canst desire. Org. Jove make me thankful! thankful, I beseech thee, Propitious Jove!-I will prove sure and trusty. You will not fail me books? Proph. Nor aught besides, Thy heart can wish. This lady's name's Euphránia, Mine Prophilus. Org. I have a pretty memory, It must prove my best friend. I will not miss One minute of the hours appointed. Proph. Write The books thou would'st have brought thee in a note, Or take thyself some money. Org. No, no money; Money to scholars is a spirit invisible, We dare not finger it: or books, or nothing. Proph. Books of what sort thou wilt: do not forget Our names. Org. I warrant ye, I warrant ye. Proph. Smile, Hymen, on the growth of our desires ! We'll feed thy torches with eternal fires. [Exeunt PROPH. and EUPH. Org. Put out thy torches, Hymen, or their light Shall meet a darkness of eternal night. Inspire me, Mercury, with swift deceits! Ingenious Fate has leapt into miné arms, Beyond the compass of my brains-Mortality Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach The riddles which are purpos'd by the gods. Great arts best write themselves in their own stories: They die too basely, who out-live their glories. [Exit ACT II. SCENE I.-A Room at Bassanes' House. Enter BASSANES and PHULAS. Bass. I'll have that window next the street damm'd up; It gives too full a prospect to temptation, That gaudy earwig, or my lord, your patron, Phul. Care shall be had; I will turn every thread About me to an eye.-Here's a sweet life! Bass. The city house-wives, cunning in the traffic Of chamber merchandise, set all at price By wholesale; yet they wipe their mouths and simper, Cull, kiss, and cry sweetheart, and stroke the head Which they have branch'd, and all is well again. Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs Struck on their foreheads! Phul. 'Tis a villainous world, One cannot hold his own in't. Bass. Dames at court, Who flaunt in riots, run another bias: By such unlawful hire. The country mistress Whatever trespass draws her troth to guilt; Phul. Moreover, please your lordship, 'tis reported For certain, that whoever is found jealous, Bass. Antick, no more! ideots and stupid fools Phul. The horn of plenty crest him! [Erit PHULAS. Bass. Swarms of confusion huddle in my thoughts In rare distemper. Beauty! O it is An unmatch'd blessing, or a horrid curse. Enter PENTHEA, and GRAUSIS, an old Lady. She comes, she comes; so shoots the morning forth, Spangled with pearls of transparent dew! The way to poverty is to be rich; As I in her am wealthy, but for her, In all contents a bankrupt.-Lov'd Penthea, How fares my heart's best joy? Gra. In sooth not well, She is so over sad. Bass. Leave chattering, magpye.Thy brother is return'd, sweet; safe, and honour'd With a triumphant victory: thou shall visit him; We will to court, where, if it be thy pleasure, Thou shalt appear in such a ravishing lustre Of jewels above value, that the dames Who brave it there, in rage to be outshin'd, Shall hide them in their closets, and, unseen, Fret in their tears; while every wond'ring eye Shall crave none other brightness but thy presence. Choose thine own recreations, be a queen Of what delights thou fancies best, what company, What place, what times; do any thing, do all things Youth can command, so thou wilt chase these clouds From the pure firmament of thy fair looks. Gra. Now, 'tis well said, my lord. What, lady? laugh, Be merry, time is precious. Bass. Furies whip thee! Penth. Alas, my lord! this language to your Sounds as would music to the deaf: I need By laying out their plenty to full view, It is too melancholy, we'll remove |