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My brother, a command.
Where didst thou leave him, Prophilus ? Org. That you will promise
Pro. At Pephon, To
pass never to any man, however worthy, Most gracious sovereign; twenty of the noblest Your faith, till, with our father's leave,
Of the Messenians there attend your pleasure, I give a free consent.
For such conditions as you shall propose, Crot. An easy motion;
In settling peace, and liberty of life. I'll promise for her, Orgilus.
Amy. When comes your friend, the general ? Org. Your pardon;
Pro. He promis'd
Euph. By Vesta's sacred fires, I swear.
Enter CROTOLON, CALANTHA, CHRYSTALLA, By great Apollo's beams, join in the vow,
PhiųEMA and EUPHRANIA. Not, without thy allowance, to bestow her Amy. Our daughter ?-Dear Calantha, the On any living
happy news, Org. Dear Euphrania,
The conquest of Messene, hath already
Calan. With the circumstance
And manner of the fight, related faithfully Or fitting fortune; thou young and handsome, By Prophilus himself.
pray, sir, tell me, And t'were injustice, more, a tyranny,
How doth the youthful general demean Not to advance thy merit. Trust me, sister, His actions in these fortunes ? It shall be my first care to see thee match'd Pro. Excellent princess, As may become thy choice, and our contents : Your own fair eyes may soon report a truth I have your oath.
Unto your judgment, with what moderation, Euph. You have; but mean you, brother, Calmness of nature, measure, bounds and limits To leave us, as you say?
Of thankfulness and joy, he doth digest Crot. Aye, aye, Euphrania :
Such amplitude of his success, as would He has just grounds direct him: I will prove In others, moulded of a spirit less clear, A father and a brother to thee.
Advance them to comparison with heaven, Euph. Heaven
But Ithocles Does look into the secrets of all hearts:
Cal. Your friend. Gods, you have mercy with ye! else
Proph. He is so, madam, Crot. Doubt nothing,
In which the period of my fate consists ; Thy brother will return in safety to us.
He, in this firmament of honour, stands Org. Souls sunk in sorrows never are without Like a star, fixt, not mov'd with any thunder
Of popular applause, or sudden lightning They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about of self-opinion: He hath servd his country, them.
[Exeunt. And thinks 'twas but his duty.
Crot. You describe SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace. A Flourish. A miracle of man.
Amy. Such, Crotolon, Enter Amyclas the king, ARMOSTES, PRO- On forfeit of a king's word, thou wilt find him: PHILUS, and attendants.
Hark, warning of his coming; all attend him! Amy. The Spartan gods are gracious; our hu
(Flourish. mility Shall bend before their altars, and perfume
Enter ITHOCLES ; HEMAPHIL, and GRONEAS, Their temples with abundant sacrifice.
and the rest of the Lords, ushering him in. See, lords, Amyclas, your old king, is entering Amy. Return into these arms, thy home, thy Into his youth again. I shall shake off
sanctuary, This silver badge of age, and change this snow Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosom, For hairs as gay as are Apollo's locks;
Mine own, own Ithocles ! Our heart leaps in new vigour.
Itho. Your humble subject. Armo. May old time
Armo. Proud of the blood I claim an interest in, Run back to double your long life, great sir ! As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee, Amy. It will, it must, Armostes; thy bold ne Right noble nephew. phew,
Itho. Sir, your love's too partial. Death-braving Ithocles, brings to our gates Crot. Our country speaks by me, who, by thy Triumphs and peace upon his conquering sword.
valour, Laconia is a monarchy at length;
Wisdom, and service, shares in this great action; Hath in this latter war trod under foot
Returning thee, in part of thy due merits,
It ho. You exceed in bounty.
Cal.Chrystalla, Philema, the chapletIthocles, More than a chronicle! a temple, lords,
Upon the wings of fame, the singular A temple to the name of Ithocles.
And chosen fortune of an high attempt
Is borne so past the view of common sight, Pray, in earnest, how many men a-piece
Grón. Faith, not many;
We were compos'd of mercy. Deseri'd, not purchas'd!
Hemo, For our daring, Itho. You're a royal maid.
You heard the general's approbation Amy. She is, in all, our daughter.
Before the king. Itho. Let me blush,
Christ. You wish'd your country peace; Acknowledging how poorly I have served, That shewd your charity: where are your spoils, What nothings I have done, compard with the Such as the soldier fights for? honours
Phil. They are coming. Heap'd on the issue of a willing mind;
Christ. By the next carrier, are they not? In that lay mine ability, that only.
Gron. Sweet Philema, For who is he, so slugvish from his birth, When I was in the thickest of mine enemies, So little worthy of a name, or country,
Slashing off one man’s head, another's nose, That owes not, out of gratitude for life,
Another's arms and legs, A debt of service, in what kind soever
Phil. And altogether. Safety, or counsel of the commonwealth,
Gron. Then I would with a sigh remember Requires for payment?
thee, Cal. He speaks truth.
cry, “ dear Philema, 'tis for thy sake Itho. Whom heaven
I do these deeds of wonder !” Dost not love me Is pleas’d to stile victorious, there, to such, With all thy heart now? Applause runs madding, like the drunken priests Phil. Now, as heretofore; In Bacchus' sacrifices, without reason;
I have not put my love to use, the principal
Will hardly yield an interest.
Gron. One word. But resolution executes. I use not,
Christ. You lie beyond all modesty; forbear me! Before this royal presence, these fit sleights Hemo. I'll make thee mistress of a city, 'tis As in contempt of such as can direct :
Mine own by conquest. My speech hath other end; not to attributé Christ. By petition; sue fort All praise to one man's fortune, which is strength. In forma pauperis.-City ? kennell.-Gallants, en'd
Off with your feathers; put on aprons, gallants, By many hands. For instance, here is Prophilus, Learn to reel thrums or trim a lady's dog, A gentleman, (I cannot flatter truth,)
And be good quiet souls of peace, hobgoblins! Of much desert; and, though in other rank, Hemo. Christalla ! Both Hemophil and Groneas were not missing Christ. Practise to drill hogs, in hope To wish their country's peace; for, in a word,
To share in th' acorns—Soldiers ? corn cutters; Al there did strive their best, and 'twas our duty. But not so valiant; they oft-times draw blood, Amy, Courtiers turn soldiers? We vouchsafe which you durst never do. When you have our hand;
practised Observe your great example.
More wit, or more civility, we'll rank ye Hemo. With all diligence.
I'th' list of men : till then, brave things at arms, Gron. Obsequiously and hourly.
Dare not to speak to us, most potent Groneas! Amy. Some repose
Phil. And Hemophil the hardy! At your serAfter these toils is needful; we must think on
vices. Conditions for the conquer'd; they expect them. Gron. They scorn us, as they did before we On-Come, my Ithocles !
Euphr. (To Prophilus.) Sir, with your favour, Hemo. Hang them! let us scorn them and be I need not a supporter.
reveng'd. (Ereunt CHRIST. and PhilEMA. Proph. Fate instructs me.
Gron. Shall we? [E.reunt. Munent HEMOPHIL, detaining Hemo. We will; and when we slight them thus,
CHRISTALLA, and GRONEAS, PHILEMA. Instead of following them, they'll follow us;
It is a woman's nature.
Gron. 'Tis a scurvy one.
[Ereunt. Soldiers are blunt; your lip.
SCENE III.- The Gardens of the Palace. Christ. Fye, this is rudeness : You went not hence such creatures.
Enter TECNICUS, u Philosopher, and ORGILUS, Gron. Spirit of valour
disguised like a scholur of his. Is of a mounting nature.
Tec. Tempt not the stars, young man; thou Phil. It appears 80.
canst not play
Hemo. Sweet lady,
With the severity of fate; this change
Proph. My service, my integrity Of habit, and disguise in outward view,
Org. That's better.
My love is honourable
To my Penthea : chastely honourable.
Proph. Nor wants there more addition to my Grave Tecnicus, without fore dooming destiny,
wish Under thy roof to ease my silent griefs,
Of happiness, than having thee a wife,
Org. But a brother
In answer to your noble protestations,
From an unskilful maid, but language suited Neglects in young men of delights and life To a divided mind? Run often to extremities; they care not
Org. Hold out, Euphrania!
Aside. For harms to others, who contemn their own. Euph. Know, Prophilus, I never undervalued, Org. But I, most learned artist, am not so From the first time you mention'd worthy love, much
Your merit, means, or person: it had been At odds with nature; that I grudge the thrift A fault of judgment in me, and a dulness Of any true deserver, nor doth malice
In my affections, not to weigh and thank Of present hopes so check them with despair, My better stars, that offer'd me the grace As that I yield to thought of more affliction of so much blissfulness. For, to speak the truth. Than what is incident to frailty : wherefore The law of my desires kept equal pace Impute not this retired course of living
With your's, nor have I left that resolution; Some little time, to any other cause
But only, in a word, whatever choice Than what I justly render, the information Lives nearest in my heart, must first procure Of an unsettled mind; as the effect
Consent, both from my father and my brother, Must clearly witness.
Ere he can own me his. Tec. Spirit of truth inspire thee!
Org. She is forsworn else On these conditions I conceal thy change,
Proph. Leave me that task. And willingly admit thee for an auditor.
Euph. My brother, ere he parted I'll to my study.
(Erit, To Athens, had my oath. Org. I to contemplations,
Org. Yes, yes, he had sure. In these delightful walks.-Thus metamorphos'd, Proph. I doubt not, with the means the court I may without suspicion hearken after
supplies, Penthea's usage, and Euphrania's faith. But to prevail at pleasure. Love! thou art full of mystery: the deities Org. Very likely Themselves are not secure, in searching out Proph. Mean time, best, dearest, I may build The secrets of those flames, which, hidden, waste
my hopes A breast, made tributary to the laws
On the foundation of thy constant sufferance Of beauty ; physic yet hath never found
In any opposition. A remedy to cure a lover's wound.
Euph. Death shall sooner Ha! who are those that cross yon private walk Divorce life, and the joys I have in living, Into the shadowing grove, in amorous foldings? Than my chaste vows from truth.
[PROPHILUS passeth over, supporting Proph. On thy fair hand
EUPHRANIA, and whispering. I seal the like. My sister, O my sister ! 'tis Euphrania
Org. There is no faith in woman-
Are on the tenters !
None have access into these private pleasures, Re-enter PROPHILUS and EUPHRANIA.
Except some near in court, or bosom student Proph. Do not waste
From Tecnicus his oratory; granted
I hear one talking to himself: I see him. Dag. Desires ?
Proph. 'Tis a poor scholar, as I told you, lady
Org. I am discover'd-Say it, is it possible Proph. While I endeavour to deserve
(To himself, as if studying. Your father's blessing to our loves, this scholar With a smooth tongue, a leering countenance, May daily, at some certain hours, attend Flattery, or force of reason I come t'you, sir, What notice I can write of my success, To turn or to appease the raging sea?
Here in this grove, and give it to your hands; Answer to that your art? what art to catch The like from you to me : so can we never, And hold fast in a net the sun's small atoms? - Barridofour mutual speech,want sute intelligence; No, no; they'll out, they'll out ; ye may as easily and thus our hearts may talk, when our tongues Out-run a cloud, driven by a northern blast, As fiddle-faddle so. Peace, or speak sense! Euph. Occasion is most favourable ; use it. Euph. Call you this thing a scholar? ’las, he's Proph. Aplotes, wilt thou wait us twice-a-day lunatic!
At nine i'th' morning, and at four at night, Proph. Observe him, sweet, 'tis but his .res Here in this bower, to convey such letters creation.
As each shall send to other? Do it willingły, Org. But will you hear alittle ? you're so tetchy, Safely and secretly, and I will furnish You keep no rule in argument; philosophy Thy study, or what else thou canst desire. Works not upon impossibilities,
Org. Jove make me thankful ! thankful, I beBut natural conclusions.-MewLabsurd !
seech thee, The metaphysics are but speculations
Propitious Jove !- I will prove sure and trusty. Of the celestial bodies, or such accidents You will not fail me books? As, not mixt perfectly, in the ait engender'd, Proph. Nor aught besides, Appear to us unnatural, that's all.
Thy heart can wish. This lady's name's EuProve it ;-yet with a reverence to your gravity,
phrania, I'll baulk illiterate sauciness, submitting
Mine Prophilus. My sole opinion to the touch of writers.
Org. I have a pretty memory, Proph. Now let us fal ini with him.
It must prove my best friend. I will not miss Org. Ha, ha, ha!
One minute of the hours appointed. These apish boys,
when they but task the grammars, Proph. Write The principles of theory, imagine
The books thou would'st have brought thee in a They can oppose their teachers. Confidence
note, Leads many into errors.
Or take thyself some money. Proph. By your leave, sir.
Org. No, no money; Euph. Are you a scholar, friend?
Money to scholars is a spirit invisible, Org. I am, gay creature,
We dare not finger it: or books, or nothing. With pardon of your deities, a mushroom, · Proph. Books of what sort thou wilt: do not On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then:
forget The sun shines on me too, I thank his beams;
Proph. Smile, Hymen, on the growth of our Org. Yes, forsooth;
desires ! He is my master surely : yonder door
We'll feed thy torches with eternal fires. Opens upon his study.
[Ereunt PROPH. and EUPH. Proph. Happy creatures !
Org. Put out thy torches, Hymen, or their light Such people toil not, sweet, in heats of state, Shall meet a darkness of eternal night. Nor sink in thaws of greatness : Their affections Inspire me, Mercury, with swift deceits ! Keep order with the limits of their modesty : Ingenious Fate has leapt into mine arms, Their love is love of virtues.—What's thy name?
compass of my brains-Mortality, Org. Aplotes, sumptuous master, a poor wretch. Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach Euph. Dost thou want any thing?
The riddles which are purpos'd by the gods. Org. Books, Venus, books.
Great arts best write themselves in their own Proph. Lady, a new conceit comes in my
stories : thought,
They die too basely, who out-live their glories. And most available for both our comforts.
[Erit Euph. My lord?
SCENE 1.-A Room at Bassanes' House.
Enter BASSANES and PHULAS.
It gives too full a prospect to temptationi,
The very act. That light shall be damm'd up; Phul. Moreover, please your lordship, 'tis reD'ye hear, sir?
ported Phul. I do hear, my lord; a mason
For certain, that whoever is found jealous, Shall be provided suddenly.
Without apparent proof that's wife is wanton, Bass. Some rogue,
Shall be divorced : but this is but she-news; Some rogue of your confederacy, factor
I had it from a midwife. I have more yet. For slaves and strumpets, to convey close packets Bass. Antick, no more! ideots and stupid fools From this spruce springal, and the t'other young- Grate my calamities. Why, to be fair, ster;
Should yield presumption of a faulty soul?
Look to the doors!
[Erit PHULAS. Thy ulcerous maw, if I but scent a paper,
Bass. Swarms of confusion huddle in my thoughts
An unmatch'd blessing, or a horrid curse.
Enter PENTHEA, and Grausis, an old Lady Phul. Care shall be had ; I will turn every She comes, she comes; so shoots the morning forth,thread
Spangled with pearls of transparent dew!
In all contents a bankrupt.-Lov'd Penthea,
She is so over sad. Cull, kiss, and cry sweetheart, and stroke the head
Bass. Leave chattering, magpye. Which they have branch'd, and all is well again. Thy brother is return'd, sweet; safe, and honour'd Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs With a triumphant victory: thou shall visit him; Struck on their foreheads !
We will to court, where, if it be thy pleasure, Phul. 'Tis a villainous world,
Thou shalt appear in such a ravishing lustre One cannot hold his own in't.
Of jewels above value, that the dames Buss. Dames at court,
Who brave it there, in rage to be outshin'd, Who flaunt in riots, run another bias:
Shall hide them in their closets, and, unseen, Their pleasure heaves the patient ass that suffers Fret in their tears; while every wond’ring eye Upon the stilts of office, titles, incomes ; Shall cravenone other brightness but thy presence. Promotion justifies the shame, and sues for't : Choose thine own recreations, be a queen Poor Honour! thou art stabb'd, and bleed'st to Of what delights thou fancies best, what company, death
What place, what times; do anything, do all things By such unlawful hire. The country mistress Youth can command, so thou wilt chase these Is yet more wary, and in blushes hides
clouds Whatever trespass draws her troth to guilt; From the pure firmament of thy fair looks. But all are false. On this truth I am bold, Gra. Now,'tig well said, my lord. What, lady? No woman but can fall, and doth or would.
laugh, Now for the pewest news about the city; Be merry, time is precious. What blab the voices, sirrah?
Bass. Furies whip thee! Phul. O my lord,
Penth. Alas, my lord ! this language to your The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news
handmaid That ever
Sounds as would music to the deaf: I need
The whiteness of my name into offence.
By laying out their plenty to full view,
Appear in gawdy outsides ; my attires Bass. Ignorant block!
Shall suit the inward fashion of my mind; Phul. Yes, truly; and'tis talk'd about the streets, From which, if your opinion, nobly plac'd, That, since lord İthocles came home, the lions Change not the livery your words bestow, Never left roaring, at which noise the bears My fortunes with my hopes are at the highest. Have danc'd their
Bass. This house, methinks, stands somewhat Buss. Dance out thine too.
too much inward; Paul. Besides, lord Orgilus is fled to Athens It is too melancholy, we'll remove Upon a fiery dragon, and 'tis thought
Nearer the court; or, what thinks my Penthea He never can return.
Of the delightful island we command? Buss. Grant it, Apollo!
Rule me as thou canst wish,