thank me.

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 er perfumes,

Perfumes or fumes. Let her alone! I'll search Will make folk proud, they say.-But that is

out 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 crent into the cabinet of the princess ; Griefs are sure friends; they leave, without conWe shall have points and bride-aces. 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.

[Erit PENTHEA, supported by CHRIST. and That's he, and still 'tis he.

PHIL, I'h. Poor soul, how idly

Bass. I grant ye; and will put in practice inHer fancies guide her tongue !

stantly Buss. 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 done't; 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 !

Christ. Sir, not these ten days.

Near. I come not, sir, to chide your late disorPhi. We watch by her continually; besides, We cannot any way pray her to eat.

Admitting that th' inurement to a roughness Bass. Oh, misery of miseries !

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: Ву

yea 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; Penthea'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 Oh! I faint.

I might address to her young Ithocles, Arm. Be not so wilful,

Or ever I mistake, is lord ascendant Sweet niece, to work thine own destruction. Of her devotions; one, to speak him truly, Ilh. Nature

In every disposition nobly fashioned. Will call her daughter monster. What? not eat ? Ame. But can your highness brook to be so Refuse the only ordinary means

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 Like 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.

(Exeunt. Of my frail carcase on the funeral pile

Is fired into its ashes, let that young man
SCENE III.-A Royal Apartment.

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 chuir ; followed by Arm. All attend here.

Amy. Our daughter is not near?
Arm. She is retired, sir,


Into her gallery.
Amy. 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 n phy, Proph. Health unto your majesty.

sic (Exeunt Proph. HEM. and GRO. So cunningly restorative to cherish Amy. What? Tecnicus is gone?

The fall of age, or call back

youth and vigour, Arm. He is, to Delphos;


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 Ármostes; therein lie Fresh pleasures in these drooping hours of sadThe secrets of the oracle: out with it; Apollo live our patron! Read, Armostes. Is fair Euphranea married yet to Prophilus? Arm. [Reads.) “ The plot in which the vine Crot. This morning, gracious lord. takes root,

Org. This very morning, Begins to dry from head to foot;

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, mirthful and sprightBut from the neighbouring elm a dew

ly; 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. The quailing grape his daughter; but the thing

Shrewd business,-is't not, sister? Of most importance, not to be reveald,

Euph. You are pleasant. Is a near prince, the elm : the rest conceal’d. Amy. We thank thee, Orgilus, this mirth be


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 indisposition, 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 yet.
Arm. You misapply, sir,

Ith. You've built me
With favour let me speak it, what Apollo To the full height I stand in.
Hath clouded in hid sense: I here conjecture Cal. Now or never!-
Her marriage with some neighbouring prince, the May I propose a suit?

Amy. Demand, and have it.
Of which befriending elm shall ever strengthen Cal. Pray, sir, give me this young man, and no
Your subjects with a sovereignty of power.





Account him yours, than he deserves in all things Org. Still, why not?
To be thought worthy mine; I will esteem him I now applaud her wisdom; when you king-
According to his merit.

dom Ainy. Still thou’rt my daughter,

Stands seated in your will, secure and settled, Still grow'st upon my heart! Give me thine hand; I dare pronounce you will be a just monarch; Calantha, take thine own; in noble actions Greece must admire and tremble. Thou'lt find him firm and absolute; I would Ith. Then the sweetness

Of so imparadised a comfort, Orgilus ! Have parted with thee, Ithocles, to any

It is to banquet with the gods. But to a mistress, who is all what I am.

Org. The glory
Ith. A change, great king, most wished for, of numerous children, potency of nobles,
cause the same.

Bent knees, hearts pav'd to tread on,
Cal. Thou art mine.-Have I kept my word ? Ith. With a friendship
Ith, Divinely.

So dear, so fast as thine ? Org. Rich fortune's guard, the favour of a Org. I am unfitting princess,

For office, but for service.
Rock thee, brave man, in every crowned plenty ! Ith. We'll distinguish
You're minion of the time; be thankful for Our fortunes merely in the title; partners

In all respects else, but the bed.
Ho, here's a swing in destiny !-Apparent,

Org. The bed ?
The youth is up on tiptoe, yet may stumble. Forefend it, Jove's own jealousy, till lastly

(Aside. We slip down in the common earth together, · Amy. On to your recreations Now convey And there our beds are equal, save some monu

ment Unto my bed-chamber: none on his forehead

To shew this was the king, and this the subWear a distemper'd look.

ject.All. The gods preserve ye!

[Soft sad music.

List, what sad sounds are these extremely sad Cal. Sweet, be not from my sight. Ith. My whole felicity!

Ith. Sure from Penthea's lodgings. [AMYCLAS is led oul. Exeunt all but Itho

Org. Hark! a voice too.
CLES, detained by ORGILUS.
Org. Shall I be bold, my lord ?

A SONG.-Sung behind the Scene.
Ith, Thou canst not, Orgilus :

Oh no more, no more! too late Call me thine own, for Prophilus must henceforth

Sighs are spent; the burning tapers Be all thy sister's ; friendship, though it cease not

Of a life as chaste as fate,

Pure as are unwritten papers,
In marriage, yet is oft at less command
Than when a single freedom can dispose it.

Are burnt out ; no heat, no light
Org. Most right, my most good lord, my most

Now remains ; 'tis ever night.

Love is dead ; let lovers' eyes,
great lord,

Lock'd in endless dreams,
My gracious princely lord, I might add royal.
Tih. Royal? a subject royal?

Th' estremes of all ertremes
Org. Why not, pray, sir?

Open no more, for now lode dies; The sovereignty of kingdoms in their nonage

Now love dies, implying Stoop'd to desert, not birth; there's as much

Lode's martyrs must be ever, ever dying. merit

Ith. Oh, my misgiving heart! In clearness of affection, as in puddle

Org. A horrid stilness Of generation : you have conquer'd love, Succeeds this deathful air. Let's know the rea Even in the loveliest ; if I greatly err not, The son of Venus hath bequeathed his quiver. Tread softly; there is mystery in mourning. To Ithocles to manage, by whose arrows

[Ereunt, Calantha's breast is open'd. Ith. Can't be possible?

Org. I was myself a piece of suitor once,
And forward in preferment too; so forward,

PENTHEA discovered in a chair veiled; two ser. That, speaking truth, I may without offence, sir, vants place two other chairs, one with an enPresume to whisper, that my hopes, and (hark gine; the maids CHRISTALLA and PHILEMĄ ye!)

sit down at her feet, mourning. My certainty of marriage stood assured With as firm footing, (by your leave) as any's

Enter ITHOCLES and ORGILUS. Now at this very instant-but

Sero. 'Tis done ; that on her right hand. Ith. 'Tis granted:

(Placing the chairs. And for a league of privacy between us,

Org. Good : begone: (E.reunt seroants, Read o'er my bosom, and partake a secret:

Ith. Soft peace enrich this room! The princess is contracted mine.

Org. How fares the lady?

son :

from us ;


Phil. Dead.

Alas! they were beneath your royal pity; Christ. Dead.

But yet they lived, thou proud man, to confound Phil, Starv'd.

thee. Christ. Starv'de

Behold thy fate: this steel ! (Draws his sword. Ith. Me miserable!

Ith. Strike home! A courage Org. Tell us,

As keen as thy revenge shall give it welcome. How parted she from life?

But pr'ythee faint not; if the wound close up, Phil. She called for music,

Tent it with double force, and search it deeply. And begg’d some gentle voice to tune a fare- Thou look’st that I should whine, and beg comwell

passion, To life and griefs: Christalla touched the lute; As loath to leave the newness of my glories: I wept the funeral song.

A statelier resolution arms my confidence, Christ. Which scarce was ended,

To cozen thee of honour; neither could I, But her last breath sealed up these hollow sounds: With equal trial of unequal fortune, “ Oh cruel Ithocles, and injured Orgilus ! By hazard of a duel; 'twere a bravery, So down she drew her veil, so died.

Too mighty for a slave intending murder. Ith. So died !

On to the execution, and inherit Org. Up! you are messengers of death: go A conflict with thy horrors!

(CHRIST. and Phil. rise. Org. By Apollo, Here's woe enough to court without a prompter. Thou talk'st a goodly language ! for requital Away! and,-hark ye,-till you see us next, I will report thee to thy mistress richly. No syllable that she is dead.-Away,

And take this peace along : some few short miKeep a smooth brow.-Mylord!: [To ITHOCLES.

(Exeunt CHRIST. and Phil. Determin'd, my resolves shall quickly follow Ith. Mine only sister!

Thy wrathful ghost; then, if we tug for mastery, Another is not left me.

Penthea's sacred eyes shall lend new courage. Org. Take that chair,

Give me thy hand: be healthful in thy parting I'll seat me here in this: between us sits From lost mortality. Thus, thus I free it. The object of our sorrows; some few tears

[Stabs him. We'll part among us ; I perhaps can mix

Ith. Yet, yet I scorn to shrink. One lamentable story to prepare


Org. Keep up thy spirit : There, there! sit there, my lord.

I will be gentle even in blood; to linger Ith. Yes, as you please.

Pain, which I strive to cure, were to be cruel. [Sits down, and is caught in the engine. Ith. Nimble in vengeance, I forgive thee. FolWhat means this treachery?

low Org. Caught; you are caught,

Safety, with best success : oh may it prosper! Young master : 'tis thy throne of coronation, Penthea, by thy side thy brother bleeds, Thou fool of greatness. See, I take this veil off: The earnest of his wrongs to thy forc'd faith. Survey a beauty withered by the flames Thoughts of ambition or delicious banquet, Of an insulting Phæton, her brother.

With beauty, youth, and love, together perish Ith. Thou mean'st to kill me basely.

In my last breath, which on the sacred altar Org. I foreknew

Of a long look'd for peace-now-moves to The last act of her life, and trained thee hither


(Dies. To sacrifice a tyrant to a turtle.

Org. Farewell, fair spring of manhood; henceYou dreamt of 'kingdoms, did ye? how to bosom

forth welcome The delicacies of a youngling princess,

Best expectation of a noble sufferance ! How with this nod to grace that subtle courtier, I'll look the body's safe, till what must follow How with that frown to make this noble tremble, | Shall be approved.--Sweet twins, shine stars for And so forth; whilst Penthea's groans and tor

ever! tures,

In vain they build their hopes, whose life is shame; Her agonies, her miseries, afflictions,

No monument lasts but a happy name. [Exito Ne'er touched upon your thought? As for my in



For here in Sparta, there's not left amongst us SCENE I.- A Room in the House of BASSANES. One wise man to direct ; we're all turn'd mad

caps. Enter BASSANES.

'Tis said Apollo is the god of herbs ; Bass. Athens—to Athens I have sent, the nur. Then certainly he knows the virtue of them: sery

To Delphos I have sent too; if there can be Of Greece for learning, and the fount of know- A help for nature, we are sure yet.

ledge ;



SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
Org. Honour
Attend thy counsels ever.

Loud music. Enter EUPHRANEA, led by GROBass. I beseech thee,

NEAS and HEMOPHIL ; PROPHILUS, led by With all my heart, let me go from thee quietly;

CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA; NEARCHUS, supI will not aught to do with thee, of all men.

porting CALANTHA; CROTOLON and AMEThe doublers of a hare, or in a morning

LUS. [Music ceases.] Salutes from a splay-footed witch, to drop

Cal. We miss our servants, It ocles and OrgiThree drops of blood at th' nose just, and no more, Croaking of ravens, or the screech of owls, On whom attend they? Are not so boding mischief as thy crossing

Crot. My son, gracious princess, My private meditations : shun me, pr’ythee: Whispered some new device, to which these reAnd if I cannot luve thee heartily,

vels I'll love thee as well as I can.

Should be but usher; wherein, I conceive, Org. Noble Bassanes,

Lord Ithocles and he himself are actors. Mislike me not.

Cal. A fair excuse for absence. As for Bassanes, Bass. Phew! then we shall be troubled :

Delights to him are troublesome. Armostes Thou wert ordain'd my plague; Heaven make Is with the king? me thankful !

Crot. He is.
And give me patience too, Heaven, I beseech thee! Cal. On to the dance!

Org. Accept a leagueof amity; for henceforth, Dear cousin, hand you the bride; the bridegroom
I vow, by my best genius, in a syllable

must be Never to speak vexation : I will study

Intrusted to my courtship. Be not jealous, Service and friendship, with a zealous sorrow Euphranea ; I shall scarcely prove a temptress. For my past incivility towards ye.

Fall to our dance ! Bass. Heyday! good words, good words?-I

[Music. NEARCHUS dances with EUPHRANEA, must believe 'em,

PROPHILUS with CALANTHA, CHRISTALLA And be a coxcomb for my labour.

with HEMOPHIL, PHILEMA with GRONEAS. Org. Use not

They dance the first change. During whick So hard a language : your misdoubt is causeless :

enter ARMOSTES. For instance, if you promise to put on A constancy of patience; such a patience

Arm. (In a whisper to CALANTHA.] The king As chronicle or history ne'er mentioned,

your father's dead. As follows not example, but shall stand

Cal. To the other change! A wonder and a theme for imitation,

Arm. Is't possible! The first, the index pointing to a second,

Another Dance. Enter BASSANES. I will acquaint ye with an unmatch'd secret, Whose knowledge to your griefs shall set a period. Bass. [In a whisper to CALANTHA.) Oh, maBass. Thou canst not, Orgilus ; 'tis in the power

dam, Of the gods only: yet for satisfaction,

Penthea, poor

Penthea's starved. Because I note an earnest in thine utterance,

Cal. Beshrew thee! Unforc'd and naturally free, be resolute;.

Lead to the next! The virgin-bays shall not withstand the lightning

Bass. Amazement dulls my senses.
With a more careless danger, than my constancy

Another Dance. Enter ORGILUS.
The full of thy relation. Could it move
Distraction in a senseless marble statue,

Org. Brave Ithocles is murder'd, murder'd It should find me a rock. I do expect now

cruelly. [Aside to CALANTHA. Some truth of unheard moment.

Cal. How dull this music sounds! Strike up Org. To your patience

more sprightly:
You must add privacy, as strong in silence Our footings are not active like our heart,
As mysteries lock'd up in Jove's own bosom. Which treads the nimbler measure.

Buss. A scull bid in the earth a treble age Org. I am thunderstruck.
Shall sooner prate..
Org. Lastly, to such direction

The last Change. Music ceases.
As the severity of a glorious action

Cal. So: let us breathe awhile.—Hath not this Deserves to lead your wisdom and your judgment,

motion You ought to yield obedience.

Rais'd fresher colours on our cheeks? Bass. With assurance

Near. Sweet princess, Or will and thankfulness.

A perfect purity of blood enamels Org. With manly courage

The beauty of your white. Please then to follow me.

Cal. We all look cheerfully :
Bass. Where'er; I fear not, (Eseunt. And, cousin, 'tis, methinks, a rare presumption

In any who prefers our lawful pleasures
Before their own sour censure, to interrupt

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