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Ith. Look ye, uncle : SCENE J.--The Apartment of ITHOCLES. Some such there are, whose liberal contents
Swarm without care in every sort of plenty; Enter ITHOCLES and ARMostes.
Who, after full repasts, can lay them down Ith. Forbear your inquisition : curiosity Tosleep; and they sleep, uncle: in which silence Is of too subtle and too searching nature, Their very dreams present’em choice of pleasures: In fears of love too quick; too slow of credit. Pleasures, (observe me uncle !) of rare object : I am not what you doubt me.
Here heaps of gold, there increments of honours ; Arm. Nephew, be then
Now change of garments, then the votes of people ; As I would wish; all is not right. Good Hea- Anon varieties of beauties, courting,
In flatteries of the night, exchange of dalliance; Confirm your resolutions for dependence
Yet these are still but dreams: give me felicity On worthy ends, which may advance your quiet! Of which my senses waking are partakers ;
Ith. I did the noble Orgilus much injury, A real, visible, material happiness: But grieved Penthea more: I now repent
And then too, when I stagger in expectance Now, uncle, now; this now is now too late: Of the least comfort that can cherish life.So provident is folly in sad issue,
I saw it, sir, I saw it; for it came
Arm. The princess threw it to you.
what! Arm. I believe it:
Her cousin prince would beg it ?
Oh! thou hast pleaded with a powerful language: Ith. The princess ? ha !
I want a fee to gratify thy merit. Arm. With her the prince of Argos.
But I will do
Arm. What is't you say?
In anger let him part; for could his breath, Near. Great fair one, grace my hopes with any Like whirlwinds, tòss such serviie slaves, as lick instance
The dust his footsteps print, into a vapour, Of livery from the allowance of your favour ;
It durst not stir a hair of mine; it should not ; This little spark.
I'd rend it up by th' roots first. To be any thing
Calantha smiles on, is to be a blessing
More sacred than a petty prince of Argos
Arm. Contain yourself, my lord : Ixion aimCal. You shall not value,
ing Sweet cousin, at a price, what I count cheap : To embrace Juno, bosomed but a cloud, So cheap, that let him take it, who dares stoop for't, and begat Centaurs : 'tis an useful moral; And give it at next meeting to a mistress; Ambition, hatched in clouds of mere opinior., She'll thank him for't perhaps.
Proves but in birth a prodigy. [Casts the ring to ITHOCLES. Ith. I thank
ye; Ame. The ring, sir, is
Yet, with your licence, I should seem unchariThe princess's; I could have took it up.
table Ith. Learn manners, pr’ythee.---To the blessed To gentler fate, if, relishing the dainties owner,
Of a soul's settled peace, I were so feeble Upon my knees.
[Kneels before Cal. Not to digest it. Near. You're saucy
Arm. He deserves small trust,
Who is not privy counsellor to himself.
Enter NEARCHUS, ORGILUS, and Amelus. He's worthy on't.--On, cousin !
Near. Brave me? Ith. Follow, spaniel:
Org. Your excellence mistakes his temper; I'll force ye to a fawning else.
For Ithocles, in fashion of his mind, Ame. You dare not.
Is beautiful, soft, gentle, the clear mirror (Ereunt NEAR. CAL. AMe. CHRIST. and Pliil. Of absolute perfection. Arm. My lord, ye were too forward.
Ame. Was't your modesty
Cal. A toy.
Term’d any of the prince's servants spaniel ? Peruse the secrets of the gods.-Oh Sparta! Your nurse sure taught you other language. Oh Lacedemon ! double named, but one Ith. Language?
In fate: when kingdoms reel, (mark well my Near. A gallant man at arms is here: a doc
Their heads must needs be giddy: tell the king In feats of chivalry; blunt and rough-spoken, That benceforth he no more must enquire after Vouchsafing not the fustian of civility,
My aged head ; Apollo wills it so: Which rash spirits stile good manners.
I am for Delphos. Ith, Manners ?
drm. Not without some conference Org. No more, illustrious sir, 'tis matchless With our great master? Ithocles.
Tec. Never more to see him : Near. You might have understood who I am. A greater prince commands me.--Ithocles, Ith. Yes,
When youth is ripe, and age from time doth part, I did,-else--but the presence calmed th' affront; The lifeless trunk shall wed the broken heart. You're cousin to the princess.
Ith. What's this, if understood?
Tec. List, Orgilus;
Arm. Alas, good man !
Tec. Let craft with courtesy awhile confer, In beauty than in majesty.
Revenge proves its own executioner. Arm. O fye, fye!
Org. Dark sentences are for Apollo's priests: Near. This odd youth's pride turns heretick in I am not Oedipus. loyalty.
Tec. My hour is come; Sirrah! low mushrooms never rival cedars. Cheer up the king: farewell to all. - Sparta, [Ereunt NEARCHUS und AMELUS. O Lacedemon!
[Esit TECNICUS. Ith. Come back! what pitiful dull thing am I Arm. If prophetic fire So to be tamely scolded at? Come back ! - Have warm'd this old man's bosom, we might Let him come back and echo once again
construe That scornful sound of mushroom: painted colts, His words to fatal sense. Like heralds coats, gilt o'er with crowns and Ith. Leave to the powers sceptres,
Above us, the effects of their decrees; May bait a muzzled lion.
My burthen lies within me. Servile fears Arm. Cousin, cousin,
Prevent no great effects.—Divine Calantha! Thy tongue is not thy friend.
Arm. The gods be still propitious. Org. In point of honour
(Exeunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. Discretion knows no bounds. Amelus told me Org. Something oddly 'Twas all about a little ring.
The bookman prated; yet he talked it weeping: Ith. A ring
Let craft with courtesy awhile confer, The princess threw away, and I took up: Revenge proves its own executioner. Admit she threw't to me; what arm of brass Con it again;-For what? It shall not puzzle me; Can snatch it hence ? No; could he grind the 'Tis dotage of a withered brain.—Penthea hoop
Forbade me not her presence; I may see her, To powder, he might sooner reach
heart And gaze my fill : Why see her then I may, Than steal and wear one dust on't-Orgilus, When, if I faint to speak, I must be silent. (Esit. I am extremely wronged. Org. A lady's favour
SCENE II.- A Room in the House of BASSANES. Is not to be so slighted. Ith. Slighted ?
Enter BASSANES, GRAUSIS, and PAULAS. Arm. Quiet
Bass. Pray, use your recreations, all the service 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, Org. Griefs will have their vent.
And in your charities appease the gods,
Whom I with my distractions have offended. Enter TECNICUS.
Gra. Fair blessings on thy heart! Arm. Welcome; thou com'st in season, reve- Phu. Here's a rare change!
My lord, to cure the itch, is surely gelded; To pour the balsam of a supple patience The cuckold in conceit hath cast his horns. Into the festering wound of ill-spent fury.
Aside Org. What makes he here?
Bass. Betake ye to your several occasions; Tec. The hurts are yet but mortal,
And, wherein I have heretofore been faulty, Which shortly will prove deadly. To the king, Let your constructions mildly pass
it over; Armostes, see in safety thou deliver
Henceforth I'll study reformation, - more This sealed up counsel; bid him with a con- I have not for employment. stancy
Gra. Oh, sweet man!
Thou art the very honeycomb of honesty. Sports are more gamesome: am I yet in merriPhu. The garland of good-will:- Old lady,
Why dost not laugh?
(Ereunt GRA. and Phu. Cannot but lodge under a roof so excellent:
pitifully; Of abject scarcity, the quintessence,
And 'twere a comely musick, when in parts Soul, and elixir of the earth's abundance, One sung another's knell: the turtle sighs The treasures of the sea, the air, nay heaven, When he hath lost his mate; and yet some say Repining at these glories of creation,
He must be dead first: 'tis a fine deceit Are verier beasts than beasts; and of those beasts To pass away in a dream: indeed I've slept The worst am I: I, who was made a monarch With nine eyes open a great while. No false Of what a heart could wish, of a chaste wife,
hood Endeavoured what in me lay, to pull down Equals a broken faith; there's not a hair That temple built for adoration only,
Sticks on my head, but, like a leaden plummet, And level in the dust of causeless scandal. It sinks me to the grave. I must creep thither; But to redeem a sacrilege so impious,
The journey is not long.
Ith. But thou, Penthea,
Ere thou canst travel that way.
Bass. Let the sun first The calms of my composure.
Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness,
Before the light of nature, chiefly formed
For the whole world's delight, feel an eclipse Org. I have found thee,
So universal. Thou patron of more horrors than the bulk Org. Wisdom, look ye, Of manhood, hooped about with ribs of iron, Begins to rave:-art thou mad too, antiquity? Can cram within thy breast: Penthea, Bassanes, Pen. Since I was first a wife, I might have been Cursed by thy jealousies, more, by thy dotage, Mother to many pretty prattling babes : is left a prey to words.
They would have smil'd, when I smild; and, for Bass. Exercise
certain, Your trials for addition to my penance :
I should have cried when they cried. Truly, bro. I am resolv’d.
ther, Org. Play not with misery
My father would have picked me out a husband, Past cure : 'some angry minister of fate hath And then my little ones had been no bastards : Deposed the empress of her soul, her reason, But 'tis too late for me to marry now. From its most proper throne. But, what's the I am past child-bearing: 'tis not my fault. miracle
Bass. Fall on me, if there be a burning Etna, More new, I, I have seen it, and yet live. And bury me in flames; sweats, hot as sulphur, Bass. You may delude my senses, not my Boil through my pores! Aftliction hath in store judgment:
No torture like to this. 'Tis anchor'd into a firm resolution;
Org. Behold a patience!
Do something worth a chronicle; shew justice Org. May the death of love to her
Upon the author of this mischief; dig out Damn all thy comforts to a lasting fast The jealousies that hatched this thraldom first From every joy of life! Thou barren rock, With thine own poniard: every antick rapture By thee we have been split in ken of harbour. Can roar as thine does.
Ith. Orgilus, forbear. Enter PENTHEA, with her hair flying, ITHOCLES,
Bass. Disturb him not: it is a talking motion PHILEMA and CHRYSTALLA.
Provided for my torment. What a fool am I Ith. Sister, look up; your Ithocles, your bro- To baudy passion? Ere I'll speak a word, ther,
I will look on and burst. Speaks to you: Why do you weep? Dear, turn Pen, I loved you once. [T. ORGILUS. not from me!
Org. Thou didst, wrong'd creature, in despite Here is a killing sight; to Bassanes
For it I love thee ever. Org. Man, dost see't?
Pen. Spare your hand;
A lamentable object !
Believe me, I'll not hurt it.
A murtheress to thyself.—Hear'st thou this, Org. Pain my heart too!
Bassanes ? Pen, Complain not though I wring it hard : Bass. Foh! I am busy; for I have not thoughts I'll kiss it;
Enough to think. All shall be well anon; Oh, 'tis a fine soft palm.-Hark in thine ear! 'Tis tumbling in my head: there is a mastery Like whom do I look, pr’ythee? Nay, no whis- In art, to fatten and keep smooth the outside; pering.
Yes, and to comfort up the vital spirits Goodness! we had been happy: too much happi- Without the help of food, fumes or perfumes,
Perfumes or fumes. Let her alone! I'll search Will make folk proud, they say,--But that is he:
[Pointing to ITHOCLES. The trick on't. And yet he paid for't home. Alas! his heart Pen. Lead me gently; heavens reward ye. Is crept into the cabinet of the princess; Griefs are sure friends; they leave, without conWe shall have points and bride-laces. Remember
troul, When we last gathered roses in the garden, Nor cure nor comforts for a leprous soul. I found my wits, but truly you lost yours.
(E.rit PENTHEA, supported by CHRIST. and That's he, and still 'tis he.
PHIL. Ith. Poor soul, how idly
Bass. I grant ye; and will put in practice inHer fancies guide her tongue !
stantly Bass. Keep in vexation,
What you shall still admire: 'tis wonderful, And break not into clamour.
[ Aside. 'Tis supersingular, not to be matched: Org. She has tutor’d me:
Yet, when I've done't, I've donet; ye shall all Some powerful inspiration checks my laziness.
(Erit. Now let me kiss your hand, grieved beauty. Arm. The sight is full of terror. Pen. Kiss it.
Ith. On my soul Alack, alack, his lips be wond'rous cold; Lies such an infinite clog of massy dulness, Dear soul, he's lost his colour: Have ye seen As that I have not sense enough to feel it. A straying heart? All crannies, every drop See, uncle! the angry thing returns again; Of blood is turned to an amethyst,
Shall's welcome him with thunder? We are Which married batchelors hang in their ears.
haunted, Org. Peace usher her into Elysium!
And must use exorcising to conjure down If this be madness, madness is an oracle.
This spirit of malevolence.
| Erit Org, Arm. Mildly, nephew. Ith. Christalla, Philema, when slept my sister? Her ravings are so wild !
Enter NEARCHUS and AMELUS. Christ. Sir, not these ten days.
Near. I come not, sir, to chide your late disorPhi. We watch by her continually; besides,
der; We cannot any way pray her to eat,
Admitting that th' inurement to a roughness Bass. Oh, misery of nuiseries !
In soldiers of your years and fortunes, chiefly Pen. Take comfort,
So lately prosperous, hath not yet shook off You may
live well, and die a good old man: The custom of the war in hours of leisure: Bv yea and nay, an oath not to be broken, Nor shall you need excuse, since you're to render If you had joined our hands once in the temple, Account to that fair excellence, the princess, ('Twas since my father died, for had he lived Who in her private gallery expects it He would have done't,) I must have called you from your own mouth alone: I am a messenger father.
But to her pleasure. Oh, my wreck'd honour, ruin’d by those tyrants, Ith. Excellent Nearchus, A cruel brother and a desperate dotage ! Be prince still of my services, and conquer, There is no peace left for a ravish'd wife Without the combat of dispute; I honour ye. Widowed by lawless marriage; to all memory, Neur. The king is on a sudden indisposed; Penthca's, poor Penthea's name is strumpeted : Physicians are called for : 'twere fit, Armostes, But since her blood was seasoned by the forfeit You should be near him, Of noble shame, with mixtures of pollution, Arm. Sir, I kiss your hands. Her blood—'tis just,“be henceforth never
(Ereunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. heightened
Near. Amelus, I perceive Calantha's bosom With taste of sustenance. Now let that fulness Is warm'd with other fires than such as can Whose pleurisy hath fevered faith and modesty- Take strength from any fuel of the love Forgive me !-On! I faint.
I might address to her; young Ithocles,
Or ever I mistake, is lord ascendant
In every disposition nobly fashioned.
rivall’d, Which are ordained for life! Be not, my sister, Considering the inequality of the persons ?
Near. I can, Amelus; for affections, injured Crot. Besides, most gracious lord, the pith of By tyranny or rigour of compulsion,
oracles tempest-threatened trees unfirmly rooted, Is to be then digested, when th' events Ne'er spring to timely growth : observe, for in- Expound their truth, not brought as soon to light stance,
As utter'd; truth is child of time: and herein Life-spent Penthea, and unhappy Orgilus. I find no scruple, rather cause of comfort, Ame. How does your grace determine? With unity of kingdoms. Near. To be jealous
Amy. May it prove so, In public of what privately I'll further;
For weal of this dear nation!--Where is Ithocles? And, though they shall not know, yet they shall | Armostes, Crotolon, when this wither'd vine find it.
[Ereunt. Of my frail carcase on the funeral pile
Is fired into its ashes, let that young man
Be hedged about still with your cares and loves;
Much owe I to his worth, much to his service.Enter AMYCLAS, led by HEMOPHIL and Gro- Let such as wait come in now,
NEAS, and is placed in a chair ; followed by Arm. All attend here,
Enter ITHOCLES, CALANTHA, PROPHILUS, OR-
GILUS, EUPHRANEA, HEMOPHIL, und GROInto her gallery: dmy. Where's the prince, our cousin?
Cal. Dear sir! king! father! Proph. New walked unto the grove, my lord. Ith. Oh, my royal master! Amy. All leave us,
Amy. Cleave not my heart, sweet twins of my Except Armostes, and you, Crotolon:
life's solace, We would be private.
With your fore-judging fears: there is no phyProph. Health unto your majesty.
(Ereunt Proph. HEM. and Gro. So cunningly restorative to cherish Army. What? Tecnicus is gone?
The fall of age, or call back youth and vigour, Arm. He is, to Delphos ;
As your consents in duty: I will shake off And to your royal hands presents this box. This languishing disease of time, to quicken
Amy. Unseal it, good Armostes; therein lie Fresh pleasures in these drooping hours of sad-
Org. This very morning,
Which, with your highness' leave, you may observe The stock, soon withering, want of sap
too. Doth cause to quail the budding grape :
Our sister looks, methinks, mirthfiu and sprightBut from the neighbouring elm a dew Shall drop, and feed the plot anew.”
As if her chaster fancy could already Amy. That is the oracle; what exposition Expound the riddle of her gain in losing Makes the philosopher?
A trifle; maids know only that they know not. Arm. This brief one only:
Pish! prythee, blush not : 'tis but honest change [Reads.] “ The plot is Sparta, the dried vine the Of fashion in the garment, loose for straight, king;
And so the modest maid is made a wife.
Euph. You are pleasant,
comes thee. Amy. Enough : although the opening of this But wherefore sits the court in such a silence ? riddle
A wedding without revels is not seemly. Be but itself a riddle, yet we construe
Cal. Your late indispos tion, sir, forbade it. How near our labouring age draws to a rest : Amy. Be it thy charge, Calantha, to set forBut must Calantha quail to that young grape,
ward Untimely budded? I could mourn for her; The bridal sports, to which I will be present ; Her tenderness hath yet deserved no rigour
If not, at least consenting. Mine own Ithocles, So to be crost by fate.
I have done little for thee yét.
Ith. You've built me
Cali Now or never!Her marriage with some neighbouring prince, the May I propose a suit? dew
Amy. Demand, and have it. Of which befriending elm shall ever strengthen Cal. Pray, sir, give me this young man, and na Your subjects with a sovereignty of power.