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SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
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 re. And if I cannot love 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 ! Buss. 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 which 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,
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 seta 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.
Another Dance. Enter ORGILUS.
Org. Brave Ithocles is murder'd, murder'd It should find me a rock, I do expect now
(Aside to CALANTHA. Some truth of unheard moment.
Cal. How dúll this music sounds! Strike up Org. To your patience
Bass. A scull hid in the earth a treble age Org. I am thunderstruck.
The last Change. Music ceases.
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, Of 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:
In any who prefers our lawful pleasures
The custom of this ceremony bluntly.
Euph. Could my tears speak, Near. None dares, lady.
My griefs were slight. Cal. Yes, yes; some hollow voice deliver'd to Org. All goodness dwell amongst ye ! me
Enjoy my sister, Prophilus. My vengeance How that the king was dead.
Aimed never at thy prejudice. Arm. The king is dead:
Cul. Now withdraw. That fatal news was mine ; for in mine arms
[Ereunt CROTOLON, PROPHILUS, and H: breath'd his last, and, with his crown, be
EUPHRANEA. i queath'd ye
Bloody relater of thy stains in blood, Your mother's wedding-ring, which here I tender. For that thou hast reported him, whose fortunes Crot. Most strange!
And life by thee are both at once snatch'd from Cai, Peace crown his ashes ! We are queen then.
With honourable mention, make thy choice Near. Long live Calantha, Sparta's sovereign Of what death likes thee best ; there's all our queen!
bounty: All Long live the queen!
But, to excuse delays, let me, dear cousin,
Intreat you and these lords see execution
Near. Your will commands us.
Org. One suit, just queen, my last : vouchsafe A long and painful progress. A third murmur
your clemency, Pierced mine unwilling ears.
That by no common hand I be divided Org. That Ithocles
From this my humble frailty, Was murthered, rather butchered, had not bra Cal. To their wisdoms, very
Who are to be spectators of thine end, Of an undaunted spirit, conquering terror, I make the reference: those that are dead, Proclaimed his last act triumph over ruin. Are dead; had they not now died of necessity, Arm. How? murther'd ?
They must have paid the debt they owed to nature, Cal. By whose hand?
One time or other. Use dispatch, my lords, Org. By mine; this weapon
We'll suddenly prepare our coronation. Was instrument to my revenge: the reasons
[Ereunt CALANTHA, PHILEMA, and Are just and known : quit him of these, and then
CHRISTALLA. Never lived gentleman of greater merit,
Arm. 'Tis strange these tragedies should never Hope or abiliment to steer a kingdom.
touch on Crot, Fye, Orgilus !
Her female pity. Euph. Fye, brother !
Bass. She has a masculine spirit : Cal. You have done it?
And wherefore should I pule, and, like a girl, Bass. How it was done, let him report, the for Put finger in the eye? let's be all toughness,
Without distinction betwixt sex and sex. Of whose allegiance to our laws doth covet
Neur. Now, Orgilus, thy choice. Rigour of justice; but, that done it is,
Org. To bleed to death. Mine eyes have been an evidence of credit
Arm. The executioner? Too sure to be convinc'd. Armostes, rent not Org. Myself: no surgeon. Thine arteries with hearing thebare circumstances I am well skill'd in letting blood : bind fast Of these calamities : thou'st lost a nephew, This arm, that so the pipes may from their con, , A niece, and I a wife : continue man still ;
duits Make me the pattern of digesting evils,
Convey a full stream: here's a skilful instrument,
To speed me in this execution,
Bass. I am for ye.
Quick fillet both his arms." Excellent misery!
[The arms of ORGILUS are bared, and Cal. We begin our reign
pieces of tape tied round the elbows. With a first act of justice. Thy confession,
He receives a stick in each arm. Unhappy Orgilus, dooms thee a sentence;
Org. Gramercy, friendship: But yet thy father's or thy sister's presence Such courtesies are real, which flow chearfully Shall be excus'd. Give, Crotolon, a blessing Without an expectation of requital. To thy lost son: Euphranea, take a fareweli, Reach me a staff in this hand: If a proneness And both be gone.
Or custom in my nature, from my cradle, Crot. (TO ORGILUS.] Confirm thee, noble Had been inclined to fierce and eager bloodshed, sorrow,
A coward guilt, hid in a coward quaking, In worthy resolution !
| Would have betrayed fame to ignoble flight,
And vagabond pursuit of dreadful safety:
they place him on the one side of the altar. But look upon my steadiness, and scorn not After him enter CALANTHA, in a white robe, The sickness of my fortune, which, since Bassanes and crowned ; EUPHRANEA, PHILEMA and Was husband to Penthea, had lain bed-rid.
CHRISTALLA, in white; NEARCHUS, ARMOSWe trifle time in words: thus I shew cunning TES, CROTOLON, PROPHILUS, AMELUS, BASIn opening of a vein too full, too lively.
SANES, HEMOPHIL, and GRONEAS. CALANTHA [Opens a vein in his arm. goes and kneels before the altar, the women Arm. Desperate courage !
kneeling behind her; the rest stand off. The Org. Honourable infamy.
Recorders cease during her devotions. Soft Hem. I tremble at the sight.
music-CALANTHA and the rest rise, doing Gró. 'Would I were loose!
obeisance to the altar. Bass. It sparkles like a lusty wine new broached; The vessel must be sound from which it issues. Cal. Our orisons are heard; the gods are merGrasp hard this other stick; I'll be as nimble.
ciful. But, pr’ythee, look not pale; have at ye ! Stretch Now tell me, you, whose loyalties pay tribute
To us your lawful sovereign, how unskilful Thine arm with vigour, and unshook virtue. Your duties or obedience is to render
(Opens the vein in the other arm of ORGILUS. Subjection to the scepter of a virgin, Good: oh, I envy not a rival, fitted
Who have been ever fortunate in princes To conquer in extremities; this pastime Of masculine and stirring composition? Appears majestical: some high-tun'd poem A woman has enough to govern wisely Hereafter shall deliver to posterity
Her own demeanours, passions and divisions. The writer's glory, and his subject's triumph. A nation, warlike and inur'd to practice How is't, man? Droop not yet!
Of policy and labour, cannot brook Org. I feel no palsies.
A feminate authority: we therefore On a pair-royal do I wait in death;
Command your counsel, how you may advise us My sovereign, as his liegeman ; on my mistress, In choosing of a husband, whose abilities As a devoted servant, and on Ithocles,
Can better guide this kingdom. As if no brave, yet no unworthy enemy :
Near. Royal lady, Nor did I use an engine to entrap
Your law is in your
will. His life, out of a slavish fear to combat
Arm. We have seen tokens Youth, strength, or cunning; but for that I durst Of constancy too lately to mistrust it. not
Crot. Yet, if your highness settle on a choice, Engage the goodness of a cause on fortune, By your own judgment both allow'd and lik’d of, By which his name might have outfac'd my ven- Sparta may grow in power, and proceed geance.
To an increasing height. Oh, Tecnicus, inspired with Phæbus' fire,
Cal. Hold you the same mind? I call to mind thy augury; 'twas perfect :
Bass. Alas, great mistress, reason is so clouded Revenge proves its own executioner.
With the thick darkness of my infinite woes, When feeble man is bending to his mother, That I forecast nor dangers, hopes, or safety. The dust he was first framed on, thus he totters. (ive me some corner of the world to wear out
(Falling. The remnant of the minutes I must number, Bass. Life's fountain is dried up.
Where I may hear no sounds, but sad complaints Org. So falls the standard
Of virgins, who have lost contracted partners; Of my prerogative in being a creature.
Of husbands howling that their wives were raA mist hangs o'er mine eyes; the sun's bright
By some untimely fate; of friends divided Is clouded in an everlasting shadow.
By churlish opposition; or of fathers Welcome, thou ice, that sit'st about my heart, Weeping upon their children's slaughtered carNo heat can ever thaw thee.
cases; Near. Speech hath left him.
Or daughters, groaning o'er their fathers' hearses, Bass. He hath shook hands with time: his fu- And I'candwell there, and with these keep concert neral urn
As musical as their's. What can you look for Shall be my charge. Remove the bloodless From an old, foolish, peevish, doting man, body.
But craziness of age ? The coronation must require attendance:
Cal. Cousin of Argos.
To choose you for my lord, I'll open freely
What articles I would propose to treat on
Before our marriage.
gin war placed upon it. Music of Recorders, Cal. I would presume you would retain the
royalty hearse, in a rich robe, with a crown on his head; I Of Sparta in hier own bounds; then in Argos
Armostes might be viceroy; in Messene
Cal. One kiss on these cold lips, my last: Might Crotolon bear sway; and Bassanes
crack, crack ! Bass. I, queen? Alas! What I !
Argos, now Sparta's king, command the voices Cal. Be Sparta's marshal.
Which wait at th' altar, now to sing the song The multitudes of high employments could not Fitted for my end. But set a peace to private griefs. These gentle- Near. Sirs, the song !
men, Groneas and Hemophil, with worthy pensions,
SONG. Should wait upon your person in your chamber. All. Glories, pleasures, pomps, delight I would bestow Christalla on Amelus; She'll prove a constant wife: and Philema
Can but please Should into Vesta's temple.
Outward senses, when the mind Bass. This is a testament;
Is not troubled, or by peace refin'd. It sounds not like conditions on a marriage. First voice. Crowns may flourish and decay, Near. All this should be perform’d.
Beauties shine, but fade away. Cal. Lastly, for Prophilus :
Second. Youth may revel, yet it must He should be, cousin, solemnly invested
Lie down in a bed of dust. In all those honours, titles, and preferments, Third. Earthly honours flow and waste, Which his dear friends, and my neglected hus
Time alone doth change and last. band,
All. Sorrows mingled with contents, preToo short a time enjoy'd.
pare Proph. I am unworthy
Rest for care ; To live in your remembrance.
Love only reigns in death : though Euph. Excellent lady!
art Near. Madam, what means that word, neglect
Can find no comfort for a Broken ed husband?
Heart. Cal. Forgive me.--Now I turn to thee, thou
(CALANTHA dies. shadow Of my contracted lord! bear witness all,
Arm. Look to the queen! I put my mother's wedding-ring upon
Bass. Her heart is broke indeed. His finger; 'twas
father's last bequest : Oh, royal maid, 'would thou hadst mist this part ! [Places a ring upon the finger of ITHOCLES. Yet 'twas a brave one. I must weep to see Thus I new marry him, whose wife" I am; Her smile in death. Death shall not separate us. Oh, my lords, Arm. Wise Tecnicus, thus said he: I but deceiv'd your eyes with antick gesture,
When youth is ripe, and age from time doth When one news straight came huddling on ano
The lifeless trunk shall wed the Broken Of death, and death and death; still I danc'd
'Tis here fulfill’d. But it struck home, and here, and in an instant. Near. I am your king. Be such mere women, who, with shrieks and out- All. Long live cries,
Nearchus, king of Sparta! Can vow a present end to all their sorrows, Near. Her last will Yet live to vow new pleasures, and out-live them: Shall never be digress’d from. Wait in order They are the silent griefs which cut the heart- Upon these faithful lovers, as become us.strings;
The councils of the gods are never known, Let me die smiling.
Till men can call th' effects of them their own. Near. 'Tis a truth too ominous.
WHERE noble judgments and clear eyes are fixed | As it transcended either state or fashion ;
THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER THE GREAT.
WRITTEN BY SIR CAV. SCROOP, BART. How hard the fate is of the scribbling drudge, To act your own, and not to mind our play, Who writes to all, when yet so few can judge ! Rehearse your usual follies to the pit, Wit, like religion, once divine was thought, And with loud nonsense crown the stage's wit; And the dull crowd believ'd as they were taught; Talk of your clothes, your last debauches tell, Now each fanatic fool presumes t explain And witty bargains to each other sell; The text, and does the sacred writ prophane; Glout on the silly she, who, for
your sake, For while your wits each other's fall pursue, Can vanity and noise for love mistake, The fops usurp the power belongs to you. Till the coquette, song in the next lampoon, Ye think y’are challeng'd in each new play-bill, Is by her jealous friends sent out of town; And here you come for trial of your skill, For in this dueiling, intriguing age, Where, fencer-like, you one another hurt, The love you make, is like the war you wage, While with your wounds you make the rabble Y'are still prevented ere you come † engage: sport.
But it is not such trifling foes as you Others there are that have the brutal will The mighty Alexander deigns to sue; To murder a poor play, but want the skill; Ye Persians of the pit he does despise, They love to fight, but seldom have the wit But to the men of sense for aid he flies; To spy the place where they may thrust and hit; On their experienc'd arms he now depends, And, therefore, like some bully of the town, Nor fears he odds, if they but prove his friends. Ne'er stand to draw, but knock the poet down. For as he once a little handful chose With these, like hogs in gardens, it succeeds, The numerous armies of the world t' oppose; They root up all, and know not flowers from So, back'd by you, who understand the rules, weeds.
He hopes to rout the mighty host of fools. As for you, sparks, that hither come each day