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OUR scene is Sparta. He whose best of art Then vices gasp'd for breath, whose whole com Hath drawn this piece, calls it'The Broken Heart."
merce The title lends no expectation here
Was whipp'd to exile by unblushing verse. Of apish laughter, or of some lame jeer
This law we kept in our presentment now, At place or persons; no pretended clause Not to take freedom more than we allow; Of jests fit for a brothel courts applause What may be here thought a fiction, when time's From vulgar admiration : such low songs,
youth Tun’d to unchaste ears, suit not modest tongues. Wanted some riper years, was known a trath: The virgin sisters then deserv'd fresh bays, In which, if words have cloath'd the subject right, When innocence and sweetness crown'd their You may partake a pity with delight.
* This whimsical enumeration of the Dramatis Personæ has been carefully preserved from the old copy.
Partly by threats, he wooes, at once, and forces, SCENE I.-An Apartment in the House of His virtuous sister to admit a marriage CROTOLON.
With Bassanes, a nobleman, in honour
And riches, I confess, beyond my fortunes. Enter CROTOLON and ORGILU'S.
Crot. All this is no sound reason to importune Crot. Dally not further; I will know the reason, My leave for thy departure. That speeds thee to this journey.
Org. Now it follows, Org. Reason, good sir?
Beauteous Penthea, wedded to this torture I can yield many.
By an insulting brother, being secretly Crot. Give me one, a good one,
Compell’d to yield her virgin
freedom up Such I expect, and e'er we part must have: To him, who never can usurp her heart, Athens ? pray, why to Athens ? you intend not Before contracted mine, is now so yok'd To kick against the world, turn cynie, stoie, To a most barbarous thraldom, misery, Or read the logic lecture, or become
Affliction, that he savours not humanity, An areopagite; and judge in causes
Whose sorrow melts not into more than pity, Touching the commonwealth? for, as I take it, In hearing but her name. The budding of your chin cannot prognosticate
Crot. Ås how, pray? So grave an honour.
Org. Bassanes, Org. All this I acknowledge.
The man that calls her wife, considers tru Crot. You do? Then, son, if books and love What heaven of perfections he is lord of, of knowledge
By thinking fair Penthea his: This thought Inflame you to this travel, here in Sparta Begets a kind of monster love, which love You may, as freely study.
Is nurse unto a fear so strong, and servile, Org. "Tis not that, sir.
As brands all dotage with a jealousy. Crot. Not that, sir? As a father, I command All eyes who gaze upon that shrine of beauty, thee
He doth resolve, do homage to the miracle ; To acquaint me with the truth.
Some one, he is assur'd, may now and then Org. Thus I obey you:
(If opportunity but sort) prevail ; After so many quarrels, as dissentions,
So much out of a self unworthiness Fury, and rage, had broach'd in blood, and some- His fears transport him: not that he finds cause times
In her obedience, but his own distrust.
Crot. You spin out your discourse.
For, knowing how the maid was heretofore
And undermine her virtues; which the gods A resolution for a lasting league
Know, I nor dare, nor dream of: hence, from Betwixt your families was entertain'd,
hence By joining, in a Hymenean bond,
I undertake a voluntary exile. Me and the fair Penthea, only daughter
First, by my absence to take off the cares To Thrasus.
Of jealous Bassanes; but chiefly, sir, Crot. What of this?
To free Penthea from a hell on earth; Org. Much, much, dear sir.
Lastly, to lose the memory of something, A freedom of converse, an interchange
Her presence makes to live in me afresh. Of holy and chaste love, so fixt our souls
Crot. Enough, my Orgilus, enough: To Athens In a firm growth of holy union, that no time I give a full consent: Alas, good lady !Can eat into the pledge ; we had enjoy'd We shall hear from thee often? The sweets our vows expected, had not cruelty
Org. Often. Prevented all those triumphs we prepared for,
Crot. See, By Thrasus his untimely death.
Thy sister comes to give a farewell. Crot. Most certain.
Enter EUPHRANIA. Org. From this time sprouted up that poisonous stalk
Euph. Brother! Of aconite, whose ripen'd fruit hath ravished Org. Euphrania, thus upon thy cheeks I print All health, all comfort, of a happy life:
A brother's kiss, more careful of thine honour, For Ithocles her brother, proud of youth, Thy health, and thy well doing, than my life. And prouder in his power, nourish'd closely Before we part, in presence of our father, The memory of former discontents,
I must prefer a suit t' you. To glory in revenge ; by cunning partly,
Euph. You may stile it,
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
Enter CROTOLON, CALANTHA, CHRYSTALLA, Crot. And I,
PHILEMA and EUPHRANIA. By great Apollo's beams, join in the vow, 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 art young and handsome, By Prophilus himself. But, 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 IthoclesDoes look into the secrets of all hearts:
Cal. Your friend. Gods, you have merry
Prop!. He is so, madam,
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 them;
Of popular applause, or sudden lightning They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about Of self-opinion: He hath serv'd 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,
Itho. You exceed in bounty.
Cal.Chrystalla, Philema, the chaplet! - Ithocles, 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
, with mine own hands, have wrought, Have you two been the death of? To crown thy temples, this provincial garland :
Gron. Faith, not many; Accept, wear, and enjoy it, as our gift
We were compos'd of mercy. Deserv'd, not purchas': !
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 shew'd your charity: where are your spoils, What nothings I have done, compar'd 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 sluggish 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.
And 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 Voicing the leader on a demi god;
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 attribute Christ. By petition ; sue for't AL 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; All 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. (Exeunt CHRIST, and PIILEMA. Proph, Fate instructs me.
Gron. Shall we? [Ereunt. Munent HEMOPHIL, detaining Hemo. We will; and when we slight them thus,
CHRISTALLA, and GRONEAS, PHILEMA. Instead of following them, they'll follow us; Christ. With me?
It is a woman's nature. Phil. Indeed, I dare not stay.
Gron. 'Tis a scurvy one.
Ereunt. Hemo. Sweet lady, 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 scholar of his. Is of a mounting nature. .
Tec. Tempt not the stars, young man ; theu Phil. It appears $0.
canst not play
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, By applying to my hidden wounds the balm
Already sure of Ithocles, a friend Of thy oraculous lectures: if my
Firm and unalterable.
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-
Proph. Leave me that task.
(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 fames, 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.
Euph. Death shall sooner
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,
Except some near in court, or bosom student Proph. Do not waste
From Tecnicus bis oratory; granted
I hear one talking to himself: I see him. Org. Desires ?
Proph. 'Tis a poor scholar, as I told you, lady