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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? Barr'dofour mutual speech,want sure 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,

cannot. 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 re Here in this bower, to convey such letters creation.

As each shall send to other? Do it willingly, Org. But will you hear a little? 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.-Mew absurd !

seech thee, The metaphysies 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 perfeetly, in the air 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 fall in with him.

It must prove my best friend. I will not miss Org. Ha, ha, ha!

One minute of the hours appointed.
Theseapish boys, when they but task thegrammars, 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;

Our names.
Sometimes I feel their warmth, and eat and sleep. Org. I warrant ye, I warrant ye.
Proph. Does Tecnicus read to thee?

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.

[Exeunt 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? Beyond the 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 wbich 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.

[Exit Euph. My lord?

ACT II.

It gives too full a prospect to temptation, SCENE I.-A Room at Bassanes' House, And courts a gazer's glances : there's a lust

Committed by the eye, that sweats and travails, Enter BASSANES and PHULAS.

Plots, wakes, contrives, till the deformed beerBass. I'll have that window next the street

whelp,
Adultery, be lick'd into the act,

damm'd up;

The very act. That light shall be damm’d up; Phul. Moreover, please your lordship, 'tis re D'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?
That gaudy earwig, or my lord, your patron,

Look to the doors !
Whose pensioner you are. I'll tear thy throatout, Phul. The horn of plenty crest him!
Son of a cat, ill-looking hounds-head, rip up

(Erit PHULAS. Thy ulcerous maw, if I but scent a paper,

Bass. Swarms ofconfusion huddle in my thoughts A scroll but half as big as what can cover In rare distemper. Beauty! O it is A wart upon thy nose, a spot, a pimple, An unmatch'd blessing, or a horrid curse. Directed to my lady: it may prove A mystical preparative to lewdness.

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!
About me to an eye.—Here's a sweet life! The way to poverty is to be rich;
Buss. The city house-wives, cunning in the As I in her am wealthy, but for her,
traffic

In all contents a bankrupt.-Lov'd Penthea,
Of chamber merchandise, set all at price How fares my heart's best joy?
By wholesale ; yet they wipe their mouths and Gra. In sooth not well,
simper,

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 crave none 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,'tis well said, my lord. What, lady? No woman but can fall, and doth or would.

laugh, Now for the newest 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
Bass. Hey-day! Up and ride me rascal, No braveries, nor cost of art, to draw
What is't?

The whiteness of my name into offence.
Phul. Forsooth, they say, the king has mow'd Let such, if any such there are, who covet
All his grey beard, instead of which is budded A curiosity of admiration,
Another of a pure carnation colour,

By laying out their plenty to full view,
Speckled with green and russet.

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 very hearts out.

Bass. This house, methinks, stands somewhat Bass. Dance out thine too.

too much inward; Phul. 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 ? Bass. Grant it, Apollo

Rule me as thou canst wish.

think ye

Penth. I am no mistress,

Slack nota minute: lead the way, good Prophilus, Whither you please, I must attend; all ways I'll follow step by step. Are alike pleasant to me.

Proph. Your arm, fair madam. Gra. Island ! prison :

(Exeunt all but Bass. and GRAU. A prison is as gaysome: we'll no islands.

Bass. One word with your old bawdship : Marry, out upon 'em! Whom shall we see there?

thou'dst been better Seagulls, and porpoises, and water-rats,

Raild at the sins thou worship’st, than have And crabs, and mewes, and dog-fish! goodly gear

thwarted For a young lady's dealings, or an old one's. My will : I'll use thee cursedly. On no terms islands ; I'll be stew'd first.

Gra. You dote, Bass. Grausis,

You are beside yourself. A politician You are a juggling bawd — This sadness, sweet In jealousy? No, you're too gross, too vulgar! est,

Pish! teach not me my trade; I know my cue : Becomes not youthful blood.-I'll have you pound. My crossing you sinks me into her trust, ed ;

(Aside to Grausis. By which I shall know all: my trade's a sure one. For my sake put on a more chearful mirth; Bass. Forgive me, Grausis, 'twas consideration Thou'lt mar thy cheeks, and make me old in griefs. I relish'd

not; but have a care now. Damnable bitch-fox !

[To GRAUSIS. Gra. Fear not: Gra. I am thick of hearing,

I am no new-come-to't. Still when the wind blows southerly. What Bass. Thy life's upon it,

And so is mine. My agonies are infinite. If your fresh lady breed young bones, my lord ?

[Ereunt. Would not a chopping boy d'ye good at heart? But, as you said

SCENE II.-An Apartment of ITHOCLES. Buss. I'll spit thee on a stake, Or chop thee into collops !

Enter ITHOCLES. Gra. Pray, speak louder.

Ith. Ambition ! 'tis of viper's breed; it gnaws Sure, sure the wind blows south still.

A passage through the womb, that gave it motion. Penth. Thou prat'st madly.

Ambition, like a seeled dove, mounts upward, Bass. 'Tis very hot ; I sweat extremely.- Higher and higher, still to perch on clouds, Now?

But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin,

So squibs and crackers fly into the air,
Enter PHULAS.

Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish Phul. A herd of lords, sir.

In stench and smoke. Morality, applied Bass. Ha ?

To timely practice, keeps the soul in tune, Phul. A flock of ladies.

At whose sweet music all our actions dance. Bass. Where?

But this is form of books and school-tradition, Phul. Shoals of horses.

It physics not the sickness of a mind Bass. Pleasant ! how ?

Broken with griefs: strong fevers are not eased Phul. Caroches

With counsel, but with best receipts and means ; In drifts-th' one enter, th' other stand without, Means, speedy means, and certain; that's the cure.

sir ; And now I vanish.

[Erit PHUL. Enter ARMOSTES and CROTOLON.

Arm. You stick, lord Crotolon, upon a point Enter PROPHILUS, HEMOPHIL, GRONEAS,

Too nice and too unnecessary. Prophilus CHRISTALLA, and PHILEMA.

Is every way desertful. I am confident Proph. Noble Bassanes.

Your wisdom is too ripe to need instruction Bass. Most welcome, Prophilus : ladies, gentle- From your son's tutelage. men,

Crot. Yet not so ripe, To all my heart is open ; you all honour me, My lord Armostes, that it dares to dote A tympany swells in my head already.- (Aside. Upon the painted meat of smooth persuasion, Honour me bountifully: --How they flatter, Which tempts me to a breach of faith. Wagtails and jays together!

[ Aside.

Ith. Not yet Proph. From your brother,

Resolved, my lord? Why, if your son's consent By virtue of your love to him, i require

Be so available, we'll write to Athens Your instant presence, fairest.

For his repair to Sparta. The king's hand Penth. He is well, sir?

Will join with our desires; he has been mov'd to't. Proph. The gods preserve him ever! Yet, dear Arm. Yes, and the king himself importuned beauty,

Crotolon
I find some alteration in him lately,

For a dispatch.
Since his return to Sparta.—My good lord, Crot. Kings may command; their wills
I pray, use no delay.

Are laws not to be question’d.
Buss. We had not needed

Ith. By this marriage Ap invitation, if his sister's health

You knit an union so devout, so hearty, Had not fallen into question.-Haste, Penthea! Between your loves to me, and mine to yours,

As if mine own blood had an interest in it; Arm. With condition, that his son ;
For Prophilus is mine, and I am his.

Favour the contract.
Crot. My lord, my lord !

Cal. Such delay is easy. Ith. What, good sir? speak your thought.

The joys of marriage make thee, Prophilus, Crot. Had this sincerity been real once,

A proud deserver of Euphranea's love, My Orgilus had not been now unwived, And her of thy desert. Nor your lost sister buried in a bride bed.

Proph. Most sweetly gracious. Your uncle here, Armostes, knows this truth; Bass. The joys of marriage are the heaven on For had your father Thrasus liv'd—but peace

earth, Dwell in his grave ! I have done.

Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Arm. You're bold and bitter.

Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Ith. He presses home the injury, it smarts : Eternity of pleasures ; no restoratives No reprehensions, uncle; I deserve them. Like to a constant woman;[Aside) but where Yet, gentle sir, consider what the heat

is she? Of an unsteady youth, a giddy brain,

'Twould puzzle all the gods, but to create Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness,

Such a new monster :- I can speak by proof, Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly, For I rest in Elysium; 'tis my happiness. Thoughts vagrant as the wind and as uncertain, Crot. Euphranea, how are you resolv'd, (speak Might lead a boy in years to; 'twas a fault,

freely) A capital fault, for then I could not dive In your affections to this gentleman ? Into the secrets of commanding love :

Euph. No more nor less than as his love asSince when experience, by th'extremitiesin others,

sures me,
Hath forc'd me to collect. And trust me, Crotolon, Which, (if your liking with my brother's warrants,)
I will redeem those wrongs with any service I cannot but approve in all points worthy,
Your satisfaction can require for current.

Crot. So, so : I know your answer,
Arm. Thy acknowledgment is satisfaction. Ith. T had been pity,
What would you more?

To sunder hearts so equally consented.
Crot. I'm conquer'd : if Euphrania

Enter HEMOPHIL.
Herself admit the motion, let it be so.
I doubt not my son's liking.

Hem. The king, lord Ithocles, commands your Ith. Use my fortunes ;

presence;
Life, power, sword and heart, all are your own. And, fairest princess, yours.

Cal. We will attend him.
Enter BASSANES, PROPHILUS, CALANTHA, PEN-
THEA, EUPHRANIA,CHRYSTALLA, PHILEMA,

Enter GRONEAS. and GRAUSIS.

Gro. Where are the lords? All must unto the king Arm. The princess, with your sister.

Without delay; the prince of Argos
Cal. I present ye

Cal. Well, sir ?
A stranger here in court, my lord: for did not Gro. Is coming to the court, sweet lady.
Desire of seeing you draw her abroad,

Cal. How?
We had not been made happy in her company.

The prince of Argos ? Ith. You are a gracious princess.--Sister, wed Gro. 'Twas my fortune, madam, lock

T enjoy the honour of these happy tidings. Holds too severe a passion in your nature,

Ith. Penthea. Which can engross all duty to your husband, Pen. Brother? Without attendance on so dear a mistress.

Ith. Let me an hour hence 'Tis not my brother's pleasure, I presume, Meet you alone, within the palace grove; T'immure her in a chamber.

I have some secret with you.-Prythee, friend, Bass. 'Tis her will,

Conduct her thither, and have special care She governs her own hours. Noble Ithocles, The walks be clear'd of any to disturb us. We thank the gods for your success and welfare.

Proph. I shall. Our lady has of late been indisposed,

Bass. How's that? Else we had waited on you with the first.

Ith. Alone, pray be alone. Ith. How does Penthea now?

I am your creature, princess.-On, my lords. Pen. You best know, brother,

(Exeunt all but BASS. From whom my health and comforts are derived. Bass. Alone! alone! What means that word Bass. (Aside.] I like the answer well ; 'tis sad

alone ? and modest.

Why might not I be there?-Hum!--He's her There may be tricks yet, tricks Have an eye,

brother. Grausis !

Brothers and sisters are bat flesh and blood, Cal. Now, Crotolon, the suit we join'd in must And this same whoreson court-ease is temptation

To a rebellion in the veins :--Besides Fall by too long demur.

His fine friend Prophilus must be her guardian. Crot. 'Tis granted, princess,

Why may not he dispatch a business nimbly For my part.

Before the other come? Or pand'ring, pand'ring

not

Por one another? be't to sister, mother, The holiest altars, virgin-tears (like those
Wife, cousin, any thing, 'mongst youths of metal On Vesta's odours) sprinkled dews to feed them,
Is in request; it is so stubborn fate!

And to increase their fervour.
But if I be a cuckold, and can know it,

Pen. Be not frantic. I will be fell, and fell.

Org. All pleasures are but mere imagination,

Feeding the hungry appetite with steam
Enter GRONEAS.

And sight of banquet, whilst the body pines, Gro. My lord, you're call’d for.

Not relishing the real taste of food : Bass. Most heartily I thank ye. Where's my Such is the leanness of a heart, divided wife, pray?

From intercourse of troth-contracted loves; Gro. Retir'd amongst the ladies.

No horror should deface that precious figure Bass. Still I thank ye:

Seald with the lively stamp of equal souls. There's an old waiter with her; saw you her too? Pen. Away! Some fury hath bewitch'd thy Gro. She sits i'th' presence-lobby, fast asleep,

tongue : sir.

The breath of ignorance that flies from thence, Bass. Asleep? Sleep, sir ?

Ripens a knowledge in me of afflictions, Gro. Is your lordship troubled?

Above all sufferance. Thing of talk, begone! You will not to the king?

Begone, without reply ! Bass. Your humblest vassal.

Org. Be just, Penthea, Gro. Your servant, my good lord.

In thy commands. When thou send'st forth a Bass. I wait your footsteps. [Exeunt.

doom,

A banishment, know first on whom it lights : SCENE III.—The Garden of the Palace. Thus I take off the shroud, in which my cares

Are folded up, from view of common eyes.
Enter PROPHILUS and PENTHEA.

(Taking off his cloak. Pro. In this walk, lady, will your brother find What is thy sentence next? you;

Pen. Rash man, thou lay'st And, with your favour, give me leave a little A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard To work a preparation: in his fashion

Of thy too desperate life: yet I profess, I have observ'd of late some kind of slackness By all the laws of ceremonious wedlock, To such alacrity as [his) nature

I have not given admittance to one thought And custom did delight in : sadness grows Of female change, since cruelty enforc'd Upon his recreations, which he hoards

Divorce betwixt my body and my heart:
In such a willing silence, that to question Why would you fall from goodness thus?
The grounds will argue (little) skill in friendship, Org. Oh, rather
And less good manners.

Examine me, how I could live to say
Pen. Sir, I'm not inquisitive

I have been much, much wrong'd; 'tis for thy sakc Of secrecies without an invitation.

I put on this imposture. Dear Penthea,
Pro. With pardon, lady, not a syllable If thy soft bosom be not turn’d to marble,
Of mine implies so rude a sense ; the drift Thou'lt pity our calamities ; my interest

Confirms thou art mine still.
Enter ORGILUS, habited as a Scholar.

Pen. Lend your hand;
Do thy best

[To ORGILUS. With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it, To make this lady merry for an hour. [Erit. Thus kneel before ye.

[They kneek Org. Your will shall be a law, sir.

Org. You instruct my duty. Pen. Pr’ythee, leave me,

Pen. We may stand up. Have you aught else I have some private thoughts I would account with;

Of new demand? As for the old, forget it; Use thou thine own.

'Tis buried in an everlasting silence,
Org. Speak on, fair nymph ; our souls And shall be, shall be ever. What more would ye?
Can dance as well to music of the spheres Org. I would possess my wife; the equity
As any's who have feasted with the gods. Of very reason bids me.

Pen. Your school terms are too troublesome. Pen. Is that all?
Org. What heaven

Org. Why, 'tis the all of me, myself.
Refines mortality from dross of earth,

Pen. Remove But such as uncompounded beauty hallows Your steps some distance from me; at this space With glorified perfection!

A few words I dare change; but first put on Pen. Set thy wits

Your borrow'd shape. In a less wild proportion.

Org. You are obey'd: 'tis done. Org. Time can never

Pen. How, Orgilus, by promise I was thine, On the white table of unguilty faith

The heavens do witness; they can witness too Write counterfeit dishonour; turn those eyes A rape

done truth; how I do love thee (The arrows of pure love) upon that fire, Yet, Orgilus, and yet, must best appear Which once rose to a flame perfum’d with vows, In tendering thy freedom; for I find As sweetly scented as the incense smoking The constant preservation of thy merit,

me,

to urge

on my

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