ACT IV. Ith. Look ye, uncle : Some such there are, whose liberal contents In flatteries of the night, exchange of dalliance; Arm. The princess threw it to you. Ith. True, and she said-well I remember what! Her cousin prince would beg it? Arm. Yes, and parted In anger at your taking on't. Ith. Penthea, Oh! thou hast pleaded with a powerful language: Arm. What is't you say? Ith. In anger? In anger let him part; for could his breath, Arm. Contain yourself, my lord: Ixion aiming To embrace Juno, bosomed but a cloud, Ith. I thank ye; Yet, with your licence, I should seem unchari table To gentler fate, if, relishing the dainties Arm. He deserves small trust, Enter NEARCHUS, ORGILUS, and AMELUS. Org. Your excellence mistakes his temper; Ame. Was't your modesty Near. To the king too; A certain instrument that lent supportance Ith. There is more divinity In beauty than in majesty. Remember what I told thee long before, Arm. Alas, good man! Tec. Let craft with courtesy awhile confer, Revenge proves its own executioner. Org. Dark sentences are for Apollo's priests: Near. This odd youth's pride turns heretick in I am not Oedipus. loyalty. Sirrah! low mushrooms never rival cedars. [Exeunt NEARCHUS and AMELUS. Ith. Come back! what pitiful dull thing am I So to be tamely scolded at? Come back!Let him come back and echo once again That scornful sound of mushroom: painted colts, Like heralds coats, gilt o'er with crowns and sceptres, May bait a muzzled lion. Arm. Cousin, cousin, Org. In point of honour Discretion knows no bounds. Amelus told me 'Twas all about a little ring. Ith. A ring The princess threw away, and I took up: To powder, he might sooner reach my heart I am extremely wronged. Org. A lady's favour Is not to be so slighted. Ith. Slighted? Arm. Quiet Tec. My hour is come; Cheer up the king: farewell to all.-O Sparta, Arm. If prophetic fire construe His words to fatal sense. Ith. Leave to the powers [Exeunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. Org. Something oddly The bookman prated; yet he talked it weeping: Con it again;-For what? It shall not puzzle me; These vain unruly passions, which will render ye I will expect is quietness amongst ye: Into a madness. Take liberty at home, abroad at all times, My lord, to cure the itch, is surely gelded; Thy reverend snout, and trot behind me softly, Are verier beasts than beasts; and of those beasts Your trials for addition to my penance: Org. Play not with misery Past cure: some angry minister of fate hath Deposed the empress of her soul, her reason, From its most proper throne. But, what's the miracle More new, I, I have seen it, and yet live. Bass. You may delude my senses, not my judgment: 'Tis anchor'd into a firm resolution; Org. May the death of love to her Enter PENTHEA, with her hair flying, ITHOCLES, Ith. Sister, look up; your Ithocles, your brother, Speaks to you: Why do you weep? Dear, turn not from me! Here is a killing sight; to Bassanes A lamentable object! Org. Man, dost see't? Bass. Divine and best of ladies, Please to forget my outrage: mercy ever Cannot but lodge under a roof so excellent: I have cast off that cruelty of frenzy Which once appeared, impostor, and then juggled To cheat my sleeps of rest.. Org. Was I in earnest? Pen. Sure, if we were all sirens, we should sing pitifully; And 'twere a comely musick, when in parts Equals a broken faith; there's not a hair Ith. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, Ere thou canst travel that way. Bass. Let the sun first Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness, Org. Wisdom, look ye, Begins to rave:-art thou mad too, antiquity? Pen. Since I was first a wife, I might have been Mother to many pretty prattling babes: They would have smil'd, when I smil'd; and, for certain, I should have cried when they cried. Truly, bro ther, My father would have picked me out a husband, Bass. Fall on me, if there be a burning Etna, And bury me in flames; sweats, hot as sulphur, Boil through my pores! Affliction hath in store No torture like to this. Org. Behold a patience! Lay by thy whining, gray dissimulation, Believe me, I'll not hurt it. Org. Pain my heart too! Pen, Complain not though I wring it hard: I'll kiss it; Oh, 'tis a fine soft palm.-Hark in thine ear! Like whom do I look, pr'ythee? Nay, no whispering. Goodness! we had been happy : too much happi ness Will make folk proud, they say.-But that is Ith. Poor soul, how idly Org. She has tutor❜d me: [Aside. Some powerful inspiration checks my laziness. Alack, alack, his lips be wond'rous cold; [Erit ORG. Ith. Christalla, Philema, when slept my sister? Her ravings are so wild! Christ. Sir, not these ten days. Phi. We watch by her continually; besides, We cannot any way pray her to eat, Bass. Oh, misery of miseries! You may live well, and die a good old man : Oh, my wreck'd honour, ruin'd by those tyrants, With taste of sustenance. Now let that fulness Arm. Be not so wilful, Sweet niece, to work thine own destruction. Will call her daughter monster. What? not eat? Which are ordained for life? Be not, my sister, A murtheress to thyself.-Hear'st thou this, Bassanes? Bass. Foh! I am busy; for I have not thoughts Enough to think. All shall be well anon; 'Tis tumbling in my head: there is a mastery In art, to fatten and keep smooth the outside; Yes, and to comfort up the vital spirits Without the help of food, fumes or perfumes,— Perfumes or fumes. Let her alone! I'll search out The trick on't. Pen. Lead me gently; heavens reward ye. Griefs are sure friends; they leave, without controul, Nor cure nor comforts for a leprous soul. [Exit PENTHEA, supported by CHRIST. and PHIL. Bass. I grant ye; and will put in practice instantly What you shall still admire: 'tis wonderful, Arm. The sight is full of terror. [Brit. Lies such an infinite clog of massy dulness, And must use exorcising to conjure down Enter NEARCHUS and AMELUS. Admitting that th' inurement to a roughness Ith. Excellent Nearchus, Be prince still of my services, and conquer, Near. The king is on a sudden indisposed; Physicians are called for: 'twere fit, Armostes, You should be near him, Arm, Sir, I kiss your hands. [Exeunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES, Near. Amelus, I perceive Calantha's bosom Is warm'd with other fires than such as can Take strength from any fuel of the love I might address to her; young Ithocles, Or ever I mistake, is lord ascendant Of her devotions; one, to speak him truly, In every disposition nobly fashioned. Ame. But can your highness brook to be so rivall'd, Considering the inequality of the persons? Amy. Where's the prince, our cousin? Proph. New walked unto the grove, my lord. Amy. All leave us, Except Armostes, and you, Crotolon: We would be private. Proph. Health unto your majesty. [Exeunt PROPH. HEM. and GRO. So cunningly restorative to cherish Amy. What? Tecnicus is gone? Arm. He is, to Delphos ; And to your royal hands presents this box. Begins to dry from head to foot; Amy. That is the oracle; what exposition Arm. This brief one only: [Reads.] "The plot is Sparta, the dried vine the king; The quailing grape his daughter; but the thing Amy. Enough: although the opening of this riddle Be but itself a riddle, yet we construe Arm. You misapply, sir, With favour let me speak it, what Apollo dew Of which befriending elm shall ever strengthen Your subjects with a sovereignty of power. The fall of age, or call back youth and vigour, Our sister looks, methinks, mirthful and sprightly; As if her chaster fancy could already A trifle; maids know only that they know not. Amy. We thank thee, Orgilus, this mirth be- But wherefore sits the court in such a silence? A wedding without revels is not seemly. Cal. Your late indisposition, sir, forbade it. Amy, Be it thy charge, Calantha, to set forward The bridal sports, to which I will be present; Ith. You've built me To the full height I stand in. May I propose a suit ? Amy. Demand, and have it. Cal. Pray, sir, give me this young man, and no farther |