Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVER'S MELANCHOLY, by JOHN FORD (1586-1639) First Line: To tell ye, gentlemen, in what true sense Last Line: In this kind he'll not trouble you again. | ||||||||
PROLOGUE. TO tell ye, gentlemen, in what true sense The writer, actors, or the audience Should mould their judgments for a play, might draw Truth into rules; but we have no such law. Our writer, for himself, would have ye know That in his following scenes he doth not owe To others' fancies, nor hath lain in wait For any stolen invention, from whose height He might commend his own, more than the right A scholar claims, may warrant for delight. It is art's scorn, that some of late have made The noble use of poetry a trade. For you parts, gentlemen, to quit his pains, Yet you will please, that as you meet with strains Of lighter mixture, but to cast your eye Rather upon the main than on the bye, His hopes stand firm, and we shall find it true, The LOVER'S MELANCHOLY cured by you. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. PALADOR, Prince of Cyprus. AMETHUS, Cousin to the Prince. MELEANDER, an old Lord. SOPHRONOS, Brother of MELEANDER. MENAPHON, Son of SOPHRONOS. ARETUS, Tutor to the Prince CORAX, a Physician. PELIAS, foolish Courtier. CUCULUS, foolish Courtier. RHETIAS (a reduced Courtier), Servant to EROCLEA. TROLLIO, Servant to MELEANDER. GRILLA, a Page of CUCULUS, in woman's dress. Officers, Attendants, &c. THAMASTA, Sister of AMETHUS, and Cousin to the Prince. EROCLEA (as PARTHENOPHIL), Daughter of MELEANDER. CLEOPHILA, Daughter of MELEANDER. KALA, Waiting-maid to THAMASTA. SCENEFAMAGOSTA in CYPRUS. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I.A Room in the Palace. Enter MENAPHON and PELIAS. MEN. Dangers! how mean you dangers? that so courtly You gratulate my safe return from dangers? Pel. From travels, noble sir. Men. These are delights; If my experience hath not, truant-like, Misspent the time, which I have strove to use For bettering my mind with observation. Pel. As I am modest, I protest 'tis strange. But is it possible? Men. What? Pel. To bestride The frothy foams of Neptune's surging waves, When blustering Boreas tosseth up the deep And thumps a thunder-bounce? Men. Sweet sir, 'tis nothing: Straight comes a dolphin, playing near your ship, Heaving his crookèd back up, and presents A feather-bed to waft ye to the shore As easily as if you slept i' the court. Pel. Indeed! is't true, I pray? Men. I will not stretch Your faith upon the tenters.Prithee, PELIAS, Where didst thou learn this language? Pel. I this language! Alas, sir, we that study words and forms Of compliment must fashion all discourse According to the nature of the subject. But I am silent:now appears a sun, Whose shadow I adore. Enter AMETHUS, SOPHRONOS, and ATTENDANTS. Men. My honoured father! Soph. From mine eyes, son of my care, my love, The joys that bid thee welcome do too much Speak me a child. Men. O princely sir, your hand. Amet. Perform your duties where you owe them first; I dare not be so sudden in the pleasures Thy presence hath brought home. Soph. Here thou still find'st A friend as noble, MENAPHON, as when Thou left'st at thy departure. Men. Yes, I know it, To him I owe more service Amet. Pray give leave: He shall attend your entertainments soon, Next day, and next day: for an hour or two I would engross him only. Soph. Noble lord! Amet. Ye're both dismissed. Pel. Your creature and your servant. [Exeunt all but AMETHUS and MENAPHON. Amet. Give me thy hand. I will not say, "Thou'rt welcome;" That is the common road of common friends. I'm glad I have thee hereO, I want words To let thee know my heart! Men. 'Tis pieced to mine. Amet. Yes, 'tis; as firmly as that holy thing Called friendship can unite it. Menaphon, My Menaphon, now all the goodly blessings That can create a Heaven on earth dwell with thee! Twelve months we have been sundered; but henceforth We never more will part, till that sad hour In which death leaves the one of us behind, To see the other's funerals performed. Let's now awhile be free.How have thy travels Disburthened thee abroad of discontents? Men. Such cure as sick men find in changing beds I found in change of airs: the fancy flattered My hopes with ease, as theirs do: but the grief Is still the same. Amet. Such is my case at home. Cleophila, thy kinswoman, that maid Of sweetness and humility, more pities Her father's poor afflictions than the tide Of my complaints. Men. THamasta, my great mistress, Your princely sister, hath, I hope, ere this Confirmed affection on some worthy choice. Amet. Not any, Menaphon. Her bosom yet Is intermured with ice; though, by the truth Of love, no day hath ever passed wherein I have not mentioned thy deserts, thy constancy, ThyCome, in troth, I dare not tell thee what, Lest thou mightst think I fawned upona sin Friendship was never guilty of; for flattery Is monstrous in a true friend. Men. Does the court Wear the old looks too? Amet. If thou mean'st the prince, It does. He's the same melancholy man He was at's father's death; sometimes speaks sense, But seldom mirth; will smile, but seldom laugh; Will lend an ear to business, deal in none; Gaze upon revels, antic fopperies, But is not moved; will sparingly discourse, Hear music; but what most he takes delight in Are handsome pictures. One so young and goodly, So sweet in his own nature, any story Hath seldom mentioned. Men. Why should such as I am Groan under the light burthen of small sorrows, Whenas a prince so potent cannot shun Motions of passion? To be man, my lord, Is to be but the exercise of cares In several shapes: as miseries do grow, They alter as men's forms; but how none know. Amet. This little isle of Cyprus sure abounds In greater wonders both for change and fortune Than any you have seen abroad. Men. Than any I have observed abroad: all countries else To a free eye and mind yield something rare; And I, for my part, have brought home one jewel Of admirable value. Amet. Jewel, Menaphon! Men. A jewel, my Amethus, a fair youth; A youth, whom, if I were but superstitious, I should repute an excellence more high Than mere creations are: to add delight, I'll tell ye how I found him. Amet. Prithee do. Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feigned To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise. To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves And solitary walks. One morning early This accident encountered me: I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention That art and nature ever were at strife in. Amet. I cannot yet conceive what you infer By art and nature. Men. I shall soon resolve ye. A sound of music touched mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul. As I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, With strains of strange variety and harmony, Proclaiming, as it seemed, so bold a challenge To the clear quiristers of the woods, the birds, That, as they flocked about him, all stood silent, Wondering at what they heard. I wondered too. Amet. And so do I; good, on! Men. A nightingale, Nature's best skilled musician, undertakes The challenge, and for every several strain The well-shaped youth could touch, she sung her own; He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument than she, The nightingale, did with her various notes Reply to: for a voice and for a sound, Amethus, 'tis much easier to believe That such they were than hope to hear again. Amet. How did the rivals part? Men. You term them rightly; For they were rivals, and their mistress, harmony.- Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into a pretty anger, that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice: To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly, So many voluntaries and so quick, That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight. Amet. Now for the bird. Men. The bird, ordained to be Music's first martyr, strove to imitate These several sounds; which when her warbling throat Failed in, for grief down dropped she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him. Amet. I believe thee. Men. He looked upon the trophies of his art, Then sighed, then wiped his eyes, then sighed and cried, "Alas, poor creature! I will soon revenge This cruelty upon the author of it; Henceforth this lute, guilty of innocent blood, Shall never more betray a harmless peace To an untimely end:" and in that sorrow, As he was pashing it against a tree, I suddenly stept in. Amet. Thou hast discoursed A truth of mirth and pity. Men. I reprieved The intended execution with entreaties And interruption.But, my princely friend, It was not strange the music of his hand Did overmatch birds, when his voice and beauty, Youth, carriage, and discretion must, from men Endued with reason, ravish admiration: From me they did. Amet. But is this miracle Not to be seen? Men. I won him by degrees To choose me his companion. Whence he is, Or who, as I durst modestly inquire, So gently he would woo not to make known; Onlyfor reasons to himself reserved He told me, that some remnant of his life Was to be spent in travel: for his fortunes, They were nor mean nor riotous; his friends Not published to the world, though not obscure; His country Athens, and his name Parthenophil. Amet. Came he with you to Cyprus? Men. Willingly. The fame of our young melancholy prince, Meleander's rare distractions, the obedience Of young Cleophila, Thamasta's glory, Your matchless friendship, and my desperate love, Prevailed with him; and I have lodged him privately In Famagosta. Amet. Now thou'rt doubly welcome: I will not lose the sight of such a rarity For one part of my hopes. When d'ye intend To visit my great-spirited sister? Men. May I Without offence? Amet. Without offence.Parthenophil Shall find a worthy entertainment too. Thou art not still a coward? Men. She's too excellent, And I too low in merit. Amet. I'll prepare A noble welcome; and, friend, ere we part, Unload to thee an overchargèd heart. [Exeunt. SCENE II.Another Room in the Palace. Enter RHETIAS, carelessly attired. Rhe. I will not court the madness of the times; Nor fawn upon the riots that embalm Our wanton gentry, to preserve the dust Of their affected vanities in coffins Of memorable shame. When commonwealths Totter and reel from that nobility And ancient virtue which renowns the great, Who steer the helm of government, while mushrooms Grow up, and make new laws to license folly; Why should not I, a May-game, scorn the weight Of my sunk fortunes? snarl at the vices Which rot the land, and, without fear or wi Be mine own antic? 'Tis a sport to live When life is irksome, if we will not hug Prosperity in others, and contemn Affliction in ourselves. This rule is certain, "He that pursues his safety from the school Of state must learn to be madman or fool." Ambition, wealth, ease, I renouncethe devil That damns ye here on earth. Or I will be Mine own mirth, or mine own tormentor.So! Here comes intelligence; a buzz o' the court. Enter PELIAS. Pel. Rhetias, sought thee out to tell thee news, New, excellent new news. Cuculus, sirrah, That gull, that young old gull, is coming this way. Rhe. And thou art his forerunner? Pel. Prithee, hear me. Instead of a fine guarded page we've got him A boy, tricked up in neat and handsome fashion; Persuaded him that 'tis indeed a wench, And he has entertained him: he does follow him, Carries his sword and buckler, waits on's trencher, Fills him his wine, tobacco; whets his knife, Lackeys his letters, does what service else He would employ his man in. Being asked Why he is so irregular in courtship, His answer is, that since great ladies use Gentleman ushers to go bare before them, He knows no reason but he may reduce The courtiers to have women wait on them; And he begins the fashion: he is laughed at Most complimentally. Thou'lt burst to see him. Rhe. Agelastus, so surnamed for his gravity, was a very wise fellow, kept his countenance all days of his life as demurely as a judge that pronounceth sentence of death on a poor rogue for stealing as much bacon as would serve at a meal with a calf's head. Yet he smiled once, and never but once:thou art no scholar? Pel. I have read pamphlets dedicated to me. Dost call him Agelastus? Why did he laugh? Rhe. To see an ass eat thistles. Puppy, go study to be a singular coxcomb. Cuculus is an ordinary ape; but thou art an ape of an ape. Pel. Thou hast a patent to abuse thy friends. Look, look, he comes! observe him seriously. Enter CUCULUS followed by GRILLA, both fantastically dressed. Cuc. Reach me my sword and buckler. Gril. They are here, forsooth. Cuc. How now, minx, how now! where is your duty, your distance? Let me have service methodically tendered; you are now one of us. Your curtsy. [GRILLA curtsies.] Good! remember that you are to practise courtship. Was thy father a piper, sayest thou? Cril. A sounder of some such wind-instrument, forsooth. Cuc. Was he so?Hold up thy head. Be thou musical to me, and I will marry thee to a dancer; one that shall ride on his footcloth, and maintain thee in thy muff and hood. Gril. That will be fine indeed. Cuc. Thou art yet but simple. Gril. D'ye think so? Cuc. I have a brain, I have a head-piece: o' my conscience, if I take pains with thee, I should raise thy understanding, girl, to the height of a nurse, or a court-midwife at least: I will make thee big in time, wench. Gril. E'en do your pleasure with me, sir. Pel. [Coming forward] Noble, accomplished Cuculus! Rhe. [Coming forward] Give me thy fist, innocent. Cuc. Would 'twere in thy belly! there 'tis. Pel. That's well; he's an honest blade, though he be blunt. Cuc. Who cares? We can be as blunt as he, for's life. Rhe. Cuculus, there is, within a mile or two, a sow-pig hath sucked a brach, and now hunts the deer, the hare, nay, most unnaturally, the wild-boar, as well as any hound in Cyprus. Cuc. Monstrous sow-pig! is't true? Pel. I'll be at charge of a banquet on thee for a sight of her. Rhe. Every thing takes after the dam that gave it suck. Where hadst thou thy milk? Cuc. I? Why, my nurse's husband was a most excellent maker of shittlecocks. Pel. My nurse was a woman-surgeon. Rhe. And who gave thee pap, mouse? Gril. I never sucked, that I remember. Rhe. La now, a shittlecock maker! all thy brains are stuck with cork and feather, Cuculus. This learned courtier takes after the nurse too; a she- surgeon; which is, in effect, a mere matcher of colours. Go learn to paint and daub compliments, 'tis the next step to run into a new suit. My Lady Periwinkle here never sucked: suck thy master, and bring forth moon-calves, fop, do! This is good philosophy, sirs; make use on't. Gril. Bless us, what a strange creature this is! Cuc. A gull, an arrant gull by proclamation. Enter CORAX, passing over the stage. Pel. Corax, the prince's chief physician! What business speeds his haste?Are all things well, sir? Cor. Yes, yes, yes. Rhe. Phew! you may wheel about, man; we know you're proud of your slovenry and practice; 'tis your virtue. The prince's melancholy fit, I presume, holds still. Cor. So do thy knavery and desperate beggary. Cuc. Aha! here's one will tickle the ban-dog. Rhe. You must not go yet. Cor. I'll stay in spite of thy teeth. There lies my gravity. [Throws off his gown.] Do what thou darest; I stand thee. Rhe. Mountebanks, empirics, quack-salvers, mineralists, wizards, alchemists, cast-apothecaries, old wives and barbers, are all suppositors to the right worshipful doctor, as I take it. Some of ye are the head of your art, and the horns toobut they come by nature. Thou livest single for no other end but that thou fearest to be a cuckold. Cor. Have at thee! Thou affectest railing only for thy health; thy miseries are so thick and so lasting, that thou hast not one poor denier to bestow on opening a vein, wherefore, to avoid a pleurisy, thou'lt be sure to prate thyself once a month into a whipping, and bleed in the breech instead of the arm. Rhe. Have at thee again! Cor. Come! Cuc. There, there, there! O brave doctor! Pel. Let 'em alone. Rhe. Thou art in thy religion an atheist, in thy condition a cur, in thy diet an epicure, in thy lust a goat, in thy sleep a hog; thou takest upon thee the habit of a grave physician, but art indeed an impostorous empiric. Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh. Come on. Cuc. To't, to't! hold him to't! hold him to't! to't, to't, to't! Cor. The best worth in thee is the corruption of thy mind, for that only entitles thee to the dignity of a louse, a thing bred out of the filth and superfluity of ill humours. Thou bitest anywhere, and any man who defends not himself with the clean linen of secure honesty; him thou darest not come near. Thou art fortune's idiot, virtue's bankrupt, time's dunghill, manhood's scandal, and thine own scourge. Thou wouldst hang thyself, so wretchedly miserable thou art, but that no man will trust thee with as much money as will buy a halter; and all thy stock to be sold is not worth half as much as may procure it. Rhe. Ha, ha, ha! this is flattery, gross flattery. Cor. I have employment for thee, and for ye all. Tut, these are but good-morrows between us. Rhe. Are thy bottles full? Cor. Of rich wine; let's all suck together. Rhe. Like so many swine in a trough. Cor. I'll shape ye all for a device before the prince: we'll try how that can move him. Rhe. He shall fret or laugh. Cuc. Must I make one? Cor. Yes, and your feminine page too. Gril. Thanks, most egregiously. Pel. I will not slack my part. Cuc. Wench, take my buckler. Cor. Come all unto my chamber: the project is cast: the time only we must attend. Rhe. The melody must agree well and yield sport, When such as these are, knaves and fools, consort. [Exeunt. SCENE III. An Apartment in the House of THAMASTA. Enter AMETHUS, THAMASTA and KALA. Amet. Does this show well? Tha. What would you have me do? Amet. Not like a lady of the trim, new crept Out of the shell of sluttish sweat and labour Into the glittering pomp of ease and wantonness, Embroideries, and all these antic fashions That shape a woman monstrous; to transform Your education and a noble birth Into contempt and laughter. Sister, sister, She who derives her blood from princes ought To glorify her greatness by humility. Tha. Then you conclude me proud? Amet. Young Menaphon, My worthy friend, has loved you long and truly: To witness his obedience to your scorn, Twelve months, wronged gentleman, he undertook A voluntary exile. Wherefore, sister, In this time of his absence have you not Disposed of your affections on some monarch? Or sent ambassadors to some neighbouring king With fawning protestations of your graces, Your rare perfections, admirable beauty? This had been a new piece of modesty Would have deserved a chronicle! Tha. You're bitter; And, brother, by your leave, not kindly wise. My freedom is my birth's; I am not bound To fancy your approvements, but my own. Indeed, you are an humble youth! I hear of Your visits and your loving commendation To your heart's saint, Cleophila, a virgin Of a rare excellence. What though she want A portion to maintain a portly greatness? Yet 'tis your gracious sweetness to descend So low; the meekness of your pity leads ye! She is your dear friend's sister! a good soul! An innocent! Amet. Thamasta! Tha. I have given Your Menaphon a welcome home, as fits me; For his sake entertained Parthenophil, The handsome stranger, more familiarly Than, I may fear, becomes me; yet, for his part, I not repent my courtesies: but you Amet. No more, no more! be affable to both; Time may reclaim your cruelty. Tha. I pity The youth; and, trust me, brother, love his sadness: He talks the prettiest stories: he delivers His tales so gracefully, that I could sit And listen, nay, forget my meals and sleep, To hear his neat discourses. Menaphon Was well advised in choosing such a friend For pleading his true love. Amet. Now I commend thee; Thou'lt change at last, I hope. Tha. I fear I shall. [Aside. Enter MENAPHON and PARTHENOPHIL. Amet. Have ye surveyed the garden? Men. 'Tis a curious, A pleasantly contrived delight. Tha. Your eye, sir, Hath in your travels often met contents Of more variety? Par. Not any, lady. Men. It were impossible, since your fair presence Makes every place, where it vouchsafes to shine, More lovely than all other helps of art Can equal. Tha. What you mean by "helps of art," You know yourself best: be they as they are; You need none, I am sure, to set me forth. Men. 'Twould argue want of manners, more than skill, Not to praise praise itself. Tha. For your reward, Henceforth I'll call you servant. Amet. Excellent sister! Men. 'Tis my first step to honour. May I fall Lower than shame, when I neglect all service That may confirm this favour! Tha. Are you well, sir? Par. Great princess, I am well. To see a league Between an humble love, such as my friend's is, And a commanding virtue, such as yours is, Are sure restoratives. Tha. You speak ingeniously. Brother, be pleased to show the gallery To this young stranger. Use the time a while, And we will all together to the court: I will present ye, sir, unto the prince. Par. You're all composed of fairness and true bounty. Amet. Come, come.We'll wait thee, sister. This beginning Doth relish happy process. Men. You have blessed me. [Exeunt MENAPHON, AMETHUS, and PARTHENOPHIL. Tha. Kala, O Kala! Kal. Lady? Tha. We are private; Thou art my closet. Kal. Lock your secrets close, then: I am not to be forced. Tha. Never till now Could I be sensible of being traitor To honour and to shame. Kal. You are in love. Tha. I am grown base.Parthenophil Kal. He's handsome, Richly endowed; he hath a lovely face, A winning tongue. Tha. If ever I must fall, In him my greatness sinks: Love is a tyrant, Resisted. Whisper in his ear, how gladly I would steal time to talk with him one hour: But do it honourably; prithee, Kala, Do not betray me. Kal. Madam, I will make it Mine own case; he shall think I am in love with him. Tha. I hope thou art not, Kala. Kal. 'Tis for your sake: I'll tell him so; but, 'faith, I am not, lady. Tha. Pray, use me kindly; let me not too soon Be lost in my new follies. 'Tis a fate That overrules our wisdoms; whilst we strive To live most free, we're caught in our own toils. Diamonds cut diamonds; they who will prove To thrive in cunning must cure love with love. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.An Apartment in the Palace. Enter SOPHRONOS and ARETUS. SOPH. Our commonwealth is sick: 'tis more than time That we should wake the head thereof, who sleeps In the dull lethargy of lost security. The commons murmur, and the nobles grieve; The court is now turned antic, and grows wild, Whiles all the neighbouring nations stand at gaze, And watch fit opportunity to wreak Their just-conceivèd fury on such injuries As the late prince, our living master's father, Committed against laws of truth or honour. Intelligence comes flying in on all sides; Whilst the unsteady multitude presume How that you, Aretus, and I engross, Out of particular ambition, The affairs of government; which I, for my part, Groan under and am weary of. Are. Sophronos, I am as zealous too of shaking off My gay state-fetters, that I have bethought Of speedy remedy; and to that end, As I have told ye, have concluded with Corax, the prince's chief physician. Soph. You should have done this sooner, Aretus; You were his tutor, and could best discern His dispositions, to inform them rightly. Are. Passions of violent nature, by degrees Are easiliest reclaimed. There's something hid Of his distemper, which we'll now find out. Enter CORAX, RHETIAS, PELIAS, CUCULUS, and GRILLA. You come on just appointment. Welcome, gentlemen! Have you won Rhetias, Corax? Cor. Most sincerely. Cuc. Save ye, nobilities! Do your lordships take notice of my page? 'Tis a fashion of the newest edition, spick and span new, without example.Do your honour, housewife. Gril. There's a curtsey for you,and a curtsey for you. Soph. 'Tis excellent: we must all follow fashion, And entertain she-waiters. Are. 'Twill be courtly. Cuc. I think so; I hope the chronicles will rear me one day for a headpiece Rhe. Of woodcock, without brains in't! Barbers shall wear thee on their citterns, and hucksters set thee out in gingerbread. Cuc. Devil take thee! I say nothing to thee now; can'st let me be quiet? Gril. You're too perstreperous, saucebox. Cuc. Good girl!If we begin to puff once Pel. Prithee, hold thy tongue; the lords are in the presence. Rhe. Mum, butterfly! Pel. The prince! stand and keep silence. Cuc. O, the prince!Wench, thou shalt see the prince now. [Soft music. Enter PALADOR with a book. Soph. Sir! Are. Gracious sir! Pal. Why all this company? Cor. A book! is this the early exercise I did prescribe? instead of following health, Which all men covet, you pursue disease. Where's your great horse, your hounds, your set at tennis, Your balloon-ball, the practice of your dancing, Your casting of the sledge, or learning how To toss a pike? all changed into a sonnet! Pray, sir, grant me free liberty to leave The court; it does infect me with the sloth Of sleep and surfeit: in the university I have employments, which to my profession Add profit and report; here I am lost, And in your wilful dulness held a man Of neither art nor honesty. You may Command my head:pray, take it, do! 'twere better For me to lose it than to lose my wits, And live in Bedlam; you will force me to't; I'm almost mad already. Pal. I believe it. Soph. Letters are come from Crete, which do require A speedy restitution of such ships As by your father were long since detained; If not, defiance threatened. Are. These near parts Of Syria that adjoin muster their friends; And by intelligence we learn for certain The Syrian will pretend an ancient interest Of tribute intermitted. Soph. Through your land Your subjects mutter strangely, and imagine More than they dare speak publicly. Cor. And yet They talk but oddly of you. Cuc. Hang 'em, mongrels. Pal. Of me! my subjects talk of me! Cor. Yes, scurvily, And think worse, prince. Pal. I'll borrow patience A little time to listen to these wrongs; And from the few of you which are here present Conceive the general voice. Cor. So! now he's nettled. [Aside. Pal. By all your loves I charge ye, without fear Or flattery, to let me know your thoughts, And how I am interpreted: speak boldly. Soph. For my part, sir, I will be plain and brief. I think you are of nature mild and easy, Not willingly provoked, but withal headstrong In any passion that misleads your judgment: I think you too indulgent to such motions As spring out of your own affections; Too old to be reformed, and yet too young To take fit counsel from yourself of what Is most amiss. Pal. So!Tutor, your conceit? Are. I think you dotewith pardon let me speak it Too much upon your pleasures; and these pleasures Are so wrapt up in self-love, that you covet No other change of fortune; would be still What your birth makes you; but are loth to toil In such affairs of state as break your sleeps. Cor. I think you would be by the world reputed A man in every point complete; but are In manners and effect indeed a child, A boy, a very boy. Pel. May't please your grace, I think you do contain within yourself The great elixir, soul, and quintessence Of all divine perfections; are the glory Of mankind, and the only strict example For earthly monarchs to square out their lives by; Time's miracle, Fame's pride; in knowledge, wit, Sweetness, discourse, arms, arts Pal. You are a courtier. Cuc. But not of the ancient fashion, an't like your highness. 'Tis I; I that am the credit of the court, noble prince; and if thou wouldst, by proclamation or patent, create me overseer of all the tailors in thy dominions, then, then the golden days should appear again; bread should be cheaper, fools should have more wit, knaves more honesty, and beggars more money. Gril. I think now Cuc. Peace, you squall! Pal. [to RHETIAS] You have not spoken yet. Cuc. Hang him! he'll nothing but rail. Gril. Most abominable;out upon him! Cor. Away, Cuculus; follow the lords. Cuc. Close, page, close. [They all silently withdraw except PALADOR and RHETIAS. Pal. You are somewhat long a' thinking. Rhe. I do not think at all. Pal. Am I not worthy of your thought? Rhe. My pity you are, but not my reprehension. Pal. Pity! Rhe. Yes, for I pity such to whom I owe service, who exchange their happiness for a misery. Pal. Is it a misery to be a prince? Rhe. Princes who forget their sovereignty, and yield to affected passion, are weary of command.You had a father, sir. Pal. Your sovereign, whiles he lived: but what of him? Rhe. Nothing. I only dared to name him; that's all. Pal. I charge thee, by the duty that thou ow'st us, Be plain in what thou mean'st to speak: there's something That we must know: be free; our ears are open. Rhe. O, sir, I had rather hold a wolf by the ears than stroke a lion: the greatest danger is the last. Pal. This is mere trifling.Ha! are all stol'n hence? We are alone: thou hast an honest look; Thou hast a tongue, I hope, that is not oiled With flattery: be open. Though 'tis true That in my younger days I oft have heard Agenor's name, my father, more traduced Than I could then observe; yet I protest I never had a friend, a certain friend, That would inform me throughly of such errors As oftentimes are incident to princes. Rhe. All this may be. I have seen a man so curious in feeling of the edge of a keen knife, that he has cut his fingers. My flesh is not of proof against the metal I am to handle; the one is tenderer than the other. Pal. I see, then, I must court thee. Take the word Of a just prince; for anything thou speakest I have more than a pardon,thanks and love. Rhe. I will remember you of an old tale that something concerns you. Meleander, the great but unfortunate statesman, was by your father treated with for a match between you and his eldest daughter, the Lady Eroclea: you were both near of an age. I presume you remember a contract, and cannot forget her. Pal. She was a lovely beauty. Prithee, forward! Rhe. To court was Eroclea brought; was courted by your father, not for Prince Palador, as it followed, but to be made a prey to some less noble design. With your favour, I have forgot the rest. Pal. Good, call it back again into thy memory; Else, losing the remainder, I am lost too. Rhe. You charm me. In brief, a rape by some bad agents was attempted; by the Lord Meleander her father rescued, she conveyed away; Meleander accused of treason, his land seized, he himself distracted and confined to the castle, where he yet lives. What had ensued was doubtful; but your father shortly after died. Pal. But what became of fair Eroclea? Rhe. She never since was heard of. Pal. No hope lives, then, Of ever, ever seeing her again? Rhe. Sir, I feared I should anger thee. There was, as I said, an old tale:I have now a new one, which may perhaps season the first with a more delightful relish. Pal. I am prepared to hear; say what you please. Rhe. My Lord Meleander failing,on whose favour my fortunes relied,I furnished myself for travel, and bent my course to Athens; where a pretty accident, after a while, came to my knowledge, Pal. My ear is open to thee. Rhe. A young lady contracted to a noble gentleman, as the lady we last mentioned and your highness were, being hindered by their jarring parents, stole from her home, and was conveyed like a ship-boy in a merchant from the country where she lived, into Corinth first, afterwards to Athens; where in much solitariness she lived, like a youth, almost two years, courted by all for acquaintance, but friend to none by familiarity. Pal. In habit of a man? Rhe. A handsome young mantill, within these three months or less,her sweetheart's father dying some year before or more,she had notice of it, and with much joy returned home, and, as report voiced it at Athens, enjoyed her happiness she was long an exile for. Now, noble sir, if you did love the Lady Eroclea, why may not such safety and fate direct her as directed the other? 'tis not impossible. Pal. If I did love her, Rhetias! Yes, I did. Give me thy hand: as thou didst serve Meleander, And art still true to these, henceforth serve me. Rhe. My duty and my obedience are my surety; But I have been too bold. Pal. Forget the sadder story of my father, And only, Rhetias, learn to read me well; For I must ever thank thee: thou'st unlocked A tongue was vowed to silence; for requital, Open my bosom, Rhetias. Rhe. What's your meaning? Pal. To tie thee to an oath of secrecy. Unloose the buttons, man: thou dost it faintly. What find'st thou there? Rhe. A picture in a tablet. Pal. Look well upon't. Rhe. I doyeslet me observe it 'Tis hers, the lady's. Pal. Whose? Rhe. Eroclea's. Pal. Hers that was once Eroclea. For her sake Have I advanced Sophronos to the helm Of government; for her sake will restore Meleander's honours to him; will, for her sake, Beg friendship from thee, Rhetias. O, be faithful, And let no politic lord work from thy bosom My griefs: I know thou wert put on to sift me; But be not too secure. Rhe. I am your creature. Pal. Continue still thy discontented fashion, Humour the lords, as they would humour me; I'll not live in thy debt.We are discovered. Enter AMETHUS, MENAPHON, THAMASTA, KALA, and PARTHENOPHIL. Amet. Honour and health still wait upon the prince! Sir, I am bold with favour to present Unto your highness Menaphon my friend, Returned from travel. Men. Humbly on my knees I kiss your gracious hand. Pal. It is our duty To love the virtuous. Men. If my prayers or service Hold any value, they are vowed yours ever. Rhe. I have a fist for thee too, stripling; thou'rt started up prettily since I saw thee. Hast learned any wit abroad? Canst tell news and swear lies with a grace, like a true traveller?What new ouzel's this? Tha. Your highness shall do right to your own judgment In taking more than common notice of This stranger, an Athenian, named Parthenophil; One who, if mine opinion do not soothe me Too grossly, for the fashion of his mind Deserves a dear respect. Pal. Your commendations, Sweet cousin, speak him nobly. Par. All the powers That sentinel just thrones double their guards About your sacred excellence! Pal. What fortune Led him to Cyprus? Men. My persuasions won him. Amet. And if your highness please to hear the entrance Into their first acquaintance, you will say Tha. It was the newest, sweetest, prettiest accident That e'er delighted your attention: I can discourse it, sir. Pal. Some other time. How is he called? Tha. Parthenophil. Pal. Parthenophil! We shall sort time to take more notice of him. [Exit. Men. His wonted melancholy still pursues him. Amet. I told you so. Tha. You must not wonder at it. Par. I do not, lady. Amet. Shall we to the castle? Men. We will attend ye both. Rhe. All three,I'll go too. Hark in thine ear, gallant; I'll keep the old madman in chat, whilst thou gabblest to the girl: my thumb's upon my lips; not a word. Amet. I need not fear thee, Rhetias. Sister, soon Expect us: this day we will range the city. Tha. Well, soon I shall expect ye.Kala! [Aside to KALA. Kal. Trust me. Rhe. Troop on!Love, love, what a wonder thou art! [Exeunt all but PARTHENOPHIL and KALA. Kal. May I not be offensive, sir? Par. Your pleasure? Yet, pray, be brief. Kal. Then, briefly; good, resolve me; Have you a mistress or a wife? Par. I've neither. Kal. Nor did you ever love in earnest any Fair lady, whom you wished to make your own? Par. Not any, truly. Kal. What your friends or means are I will not be inquisitive to know, Nor do I care to hope for. But admit A dowry were thrown down before your choice, Of beauty, noble birth, sincere affection, How gladly would you entertain it! Young man, I do not tempt you idly. Par. I shall thank you, When my unsettled thoughts can make me sensible Of what 'tis to be happy; for the present I am your debtor; and, fair gentlewoman, Pray give me leave as yet to study ignorance, For my weak brains conceive not what concerns me. Another time [Going. Re-enter THAMASTA. Tha. Do I break off your parley, That you are parting? Sure, my woman loves you: Can she speak well, Parthenophil? Par. Yes, madam, Discreetly chaste she can; she hath much won On my belief, and in few words, but pithy, Much moved my thankfulness. You are her lady; Your goodness aims, I know, at her preferment; Therefore I may be bold to make confession Of truth: if ever I desire to thrive In woman's favour, Kala is the first Whom my ambition shall bend to. Tha. Indeed! But say a nobler love should interpose. Par. Where real worth and constancy first settle A hearty truth, there greatness cannot shake it; Nor shall it mine: yet I am but an infant In that construction, which must give clear light To KALA'S merit; riper hours hereafter Must learn me how to grow rich in deserts. Madam, my duty waits on you. [Exit. Tha. Come hither: "If ever henceforth I desire to thrive In woman's favour, Kala is the first Whom my ambition shall bend to." 'Twas so! Kal. These very words he spake. Tha. These very words Curse thee, unfaithful creature, to thy grave. Thou woo'dst him for thyself? Kal. You said I should. Tha. My name was never mentioned? Kal. Madam, no; We were not come to that. Tha. Not come to that! Art thou a rival fit to cross my fate? Now poverty and a dishonest fame, The waiting-woman's wages, be thy payment, False, faithless, wanton beast! I'll spoil your marriage. There's not a page, a groom, nay, not a citizen That shall be cast away upon ye, Kala; I'll keep thee in my service all thy lifetime, Without hope of a husband or a suitor. Kal. I have not verily deserved this cruelty. Tha. Parthenophil shall know, if he respect My birth, the danger of a fond neglect. [Exit. Kal. Are you so quick? Well, I may chance to cross Your peevishness. Now, though I never meant The young man for myself, yet, if he love me, I'll have him, or I'll run away with him; And let her do her worst then! What! we're all But flesh and blood; the same thing that will do My lady good will please her woman too. [Exit. SCENE II. An Apartment in the Castle. Enter CLEOPHILA and TROLLIO. Cleo. Tread softly, Trollio; my father sleeps still. Trol. Ay, forsooth; but he sleeps like a hare, with his eyes open, and that's no good sign. Cleo. Sure, thou art weary of this sullen living: But I am not; for I take more content In my obedience here than all delights The time presents elsewhere. Mel. [Within] O! Cleo. Dost hear that groan? Trol. Hear it! I shudder: it was a strong blast, young mistress, able to root up heart, liver, lungs, and all. Cleo. My much-wronged father! let me view his face. [Draws the arras: MELEANDER discovered in a chair, sleeping. Trol. Lady mistress, shall I fetch a barber to steal away his rough beard whiles he sleeps? In's naps he never looks in a glassand 'tis high time, on conscience, for him to be trimmed; 'has not been under the shaver's hand almost these four years. Cleo. Peace, fool! Trol. [Aside] I could clip the old ruffian; there's hair enough to stuff all the great codpieces in Switzerland. 'A begins to stir; 'a stirs. Bless us, how his eyes roll!A good year keep your lordship in your right wits, I beseech ye! Mel. Cleophila! Cleo. Sir, I am here; how d'ye, sir? Trol. Sir, is your stomach up yet? get some warm porridge in your belly; 'tis a very good settle-brain. Mel. The raven croaked, and hollow shrieks of owls Sung dirges at her funeral; I laughed The whiles, for 'twas no boot to weep. The girl Was fresh and full of youth: but, O, the cunning Of tyrants, that look big! their very frowns Doom poor souls guilty ere their cause be heard. Good, what art thou?and thou? Cleo. I am Cleophila, Your woeful daughter. Trol. I am Trollio, Your honest implement. Mel. I know ye both, 'Las, why d'ye use me thus? Thy sister, my Eroclea, was so gentle, That turtles in their down do feed more gall Than her spleen mixed with: yet, when winds and storm Drive dirt and dust on banks of spotless snow, The purest whiteness is no such defence Against the sullying foulness of that fury. So raved Agenor, that great man, mischief Against the girl: 'twas a politic trick! We were too old in honour. I am lean, And fall'n away extremely; most assuredly I have not dined these three days. Cleo. Will you now, sir? Trol. I beseech ye heartily, sir: I feel a horrible puking myself. Mel. Am I stark mad? Trol. [Aside] No, no, you are but a little staring; there's difference between staring and stark mad. You are but whimsied yet; crotcheted, conumdrumed, or so. Mel. Here's all my care; and I do often sigh For thee, Cleophila; we are secluded From all good people. But take heed; Amethus Was son to Doryla, Agenor's sister; There's some ill blood about him, if the surgeon Have not been very skilful to let all out. Cleo. I am, alas, too grieved to think of love; That must concern me least. Mel. Sirrah, be wise! be wise! Trol. Who, I? I will be monstrous and wise immediately. Enter AMETHUS, MENAPHON, PARTHENOPHIL, and RHETIAS. Welcome, gentlemen; the more the merrier. I'll lay the cloth, and set the stools in a readiness, for I see here is some hope of dinner now. [Exit. Amet. My Lord Meleander, Menaphon, your kinsman, Newly returned from travel, comes to tender His duty t'ye;to you his love, fair mistress. Men. I would I could as easily remove Sadness from your remembrance, sir, as study To do you faithful service.My dear cousin, All best of comforts bless your sweet obedience! Cleo. One chief of 'em, my worthy cousin, lives In you and your well-doing. Men This young stranger Will well deserve your knowledge. Amet. For my friend's sake, Lady, pray give him welcome. Cleo. He has met it, If sorrows can look kindly. Par. You much honour me. Rhe. [Aside] How he eyes the company! sure my passion will betray my weakness.O my master, my noble master, do not forget me; I am still the humblest and the most faithful in heart of those that serve you. Mel. Ha, ha, ha! Rhe. [Aside] There's wormwood in that laughter; 'tis the usher to a violent extremity. Mel. I am a weak old man. All these are come To jeer my ripe calamities. Men. Good uncle! Mel. But I'll outstare ye all: fools, desperate fools! You're cheated, grossly cheated; range, range on, And roll about the world to gather moss, The moss of honour, gay reports, gay clothes, Gay wives, huge empty buildings, whose proud roofs Shall with their pinnacles even reach the stars. Ye work and work like moles, blind in the paths That are bored through the crannies of the earth, To charge your hungry souls with such full surfeits As being gorged once, make ye lean with plenty; And when ye've skimmed the vomit of your riots, Ye're fat in no felicity but folly: Then your last sleeps seize on ye; then the troops Of worms crawl round and feast; good cheer, rich fare, Dainty, delicious!Here's Cleophila; All the poor stock of my remaining thrift: You, you, the prince's cousin, how d'ye like her? Amethus, how d'ye like her? Amet. My intents Are just and honourable. Men. Sir, believe him. Mel. Take her.We two must part; go to him do. Par. This sight is full of horror. Rhe. There is sense yet In this distraction. Mel. In this jewel I have given away All what I can call mine. When I am dead, Save charge; let me buried in a nook: No guns, no pompous whining; these are fooleries. If, whiles we live, we stalk about the streets Jostled by carmen, footposts, and fine apes In silken coats, unminded and scarce thought on It is not comely to be haled to the earth, Like high-fed jades upon a tilting-day, In antic trappings. Scorn to useless tears! Eroclea was not coffined so; she perished, And no eye dropped save mineand I am childish: I talk like one that dotes: laugh at me, Rhetias, Or rail at me. They will not give me meat, They've starved me; but I'll henceforth be mine own cook. Good morrow! 'tis too early for my cares To revel; I will break my heart a little, And tell ye more hereafter. Pray be merry, [Exit. Rhe. I'll follow him.My Lord Amethus, use your time respectively: few words to purpose soonest prevail: study no long orations; be plain and short.I'll follow him. [Exit. Amet. Cleophila, although these blacker clouds Of sadness thicken and make dark the sky Of thy fair eyes, yet give me leave to follow The stream of my affections: they are pure, Without all mixture of unnoble thoughts. Can you be ever mine? Cleo. I am so low In mine own fortunes and my father's woes, That I want words to tell ye you deserve A worthier choice. Amet. But give me leave to hope. Men. My friend is serious. Cleo. Sir, this for answer. If I ever thrive In any earthly happiness, the next To my good father's wished recovery Must be my thankfulness to your great merit, Which I dare promise: for the present time You cannot urge more from me. Mel. [Within] Ho, Cleophila! Cleo. This gentleman is moved. Amet. Your eyes, Parthenophil, Are guilty of some passion. Men. Friend, what ails thee? Par. All is not well within me, sir. Mel. [Within] Cleophila! Amet. Sweet maid, forget me not; we now must part. Cleo. Still you shall have my prayer. Amet. Still you my truth. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.A Room in the Palace. Enter CUCULUS and GRILLA; the former in a black velvet cap and a white feather, with a paper in his hand. CUC. Do not I look freshly, and like a youth of the trim? Gril. As rare an old youth as ever walked cross-gartered. Cuc. Here are my mistresses mustered in white and black. [Reads] "Kala, the waiting-woman"I will first begin at the foot: stand thou for Kala. Gril. I stand for Kala; do your best and your worst. Cuc. I must look big, and care little or nothing for her, because she is a creature that stands at livery. Thus I talk wisely, and to no purpose:Wench, as it is not fit that thou shouldst be either fair or honest, so, considering thy service, thou art as thou art, and so are thy betters, let them be what they can be. Thus, in despite and defiance of all thy good parts, if I cannot endure thy baseness, 'tis more out of thy courtesy than my deserving; and so I expect thy answer. Gril. I must confess Cuc. Well said. Gril. You are Cuc. That's true too. Gril. To speak you right, a very scurvy fellow. Cuc, Away, away!dost think so? Gril. A very foul-mouthed and misshapen coxcomb. Cuc. I'll never believe it, by this hand. Gril. A maggot, most unworthy to creep in To the least wrinkle of a gentlewoman's What d'ye callgood conceit, or so, or what You will else,were you not refined by courtship And education, which in my blear eyes Makes you appear as sweet as any nosegay, Or savoury cod of musk new fall'n from the cat. Cuc. This shall serve well enough for the waiting-woman. My next mistress is CLEOPHILA, the old madman's daughter. I must come to her in whining tune; sigh, wipe mine eyes, fold my arms, and blubber out my speech as thus:Even as a kennel of hounds, sweet lady, cannot catch a hare when they are full-paunched on the carrion of a dead horse; so, even so, the gorge of my affections being full-crammed with the garboils of your condolements doth tickle me with the prick, as it were, about me, and fellow-feeling of howling outright. Gril. This will do't, if we will hear. Cuc. Thou seest I am crying ripe, I am such another tender-hearted fool. Gril. Even as the snuff of a candle that is burnt in the socket goes out, and leaves a strong perfume behind it; or as a piece of toasted cheese next the heart in a morning is a restorative for a sweet breath; so, even so, the odoriferous savour of your love doth perfume my heartheigh-ho!with the pure scent of an intolerable content, and not to be endured. Cuc. By this hand, 'tis excellent! Have at thee, last of all, for the Princess Thamasta, she that is my mistress indeed. She is abominably proud, a lady of a damnable high, turbulent, and generous spirit: but I have a loudmouthed cannon of mine own to batter her, and a penned speech of purpose: observe it. Gril. Thus I walk by, hear, and mind you not. Cuc. [Reads] "Though haughty as the devil or his dam Thou dost appear, great mistress, yet I am Like to an ugly firework, and can mount Above the region of thy sweet account. Wert thou the moon herself, yet having seen thee, Behold the man ordained to move within thee." Look to yourself, housewife! answer me in strong lines, you're best. Gril. Keep off, poor fool, my beams will strike thee blind; Else, if thou touch me, touch me but behind. In palaces, such as pass in before Must be great princes; for at the back-door Tatterdemalions wait, who know not how To get admittance; such a oneart thou. Cuc. 'Sfoot, this is downright roaring. Gril. I know how to present a big lady in her own cue. But, pray, in earnest, are you in love with all these? Cuc. Pish! I have not a rag of love about me; 'tis only a foolish humour I am possessed with, to be surnamed the conqueror. I will court anything; be in love with nothing, nor nothing. Gril. A rare man you are, I protest. Cuc. Yes, I know I am a rare man, and I ever held myself so. Enter PELIAS and CORAX. Pel. In amorous contemplation, on my life; Courting his page, by Helicon! Cuc. 'Tis false. Gril. A gross untruth; I'll justify it, sir, At any time, place, weapon. Cuc. Marry, shall she. Cor. No quarrels, Goody Whisk! lay-by your trumperies, and fall-to your practice. Instructions are ready for you all. Pelias is your leader; follow him: get credit now or never. Vanish, doodles, vanish! Cuc. For the device? Cor. The same; get ye gone, and make no bawling. [Exeunt all but CORAX. To waste my time thus, drone-like, in the court, And lose so many hours as my studies Have hoarded up, is to be like a man That creeps both on his hands and knees to climb A mountain's top; where, when he is ascended, One careless slip down-tumbles him again Into the bottom, whence he first began. I need no prince's favour; princes need My art: then, Corax, be no more a gull; The best of 'em cannot fool thee, nay, they shall not. Enter SOPHRONOS and ARETUS. Soph. We find him timely now; let's learn the cause. Are. 'Tis fit we should.Sir, we approve you learned. And, since your skill can best discern the humours That are predominant in bodies subject To alteration, tell us, pray, what devil This Melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters. Cor. You're yourself a scholar, And quick of apprehension. Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease. So Ecstasy, Fantastic Dotage, Madness, Frenzy, Rapture Of mere imagination, differ partly From Melancholy; which is briefly this, A mere commotion of the mind, o'ercharged With fear and sorrow; first begot i' the brain, The seat of reason, and from thence derived As suddenly into the heart, the seat Of our affection. Are. There are sundry kinds Of this disturbance? Cor. Infinite: it were More easy to conjecture every hour We have to live than reckon up the kinds Or causes of this anguish of the mind. Soph. Thus you conclude that, as the cause is doubtful, The cure must be impossible; and then Our prince, poor gentleman, is lost for ever As well unto himself as to his subjects. Cor. My lord, you are too quick: thus much I dare Promise and do; ere many minutes pass I will discover whence his sadness is, Or undergo the censure of my ignorance. Are. You are a noble scholar. Soph. For reward You shall make your own demand. Cor. May I be sure? Are. We both will pledge our truth. Cor. 'Tis soon performed: That I may be discharged from my attendance At court, and never more be sent for after; Orif I be, may rats gnaw all my books, If I get home once, and come here again! Though my neck stretch a halter for't, I care not. Soph. Come, come, you shall not fear it. Cor. I'll acquaint ye With what is to be done; and you shall fashion it. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in THAMASTA'S House. Enter KALA and PARTHENOPHIL. Kal. My lady does expect ye, thinks all time Too slow till you come to her: wherefore, young man. If you intend to love me, and me only, Before we part, without more circumstance, Let us betroth ourselves. Par. I dare not wrong ye; You are too violent. Kal. Wrong me no more Than I wrong you; be mine, and I am yours: I cannot stand on points. Par. Then, to resolve All further hopes, you never can be mine, Must not, andpardon though I sayyou shall not. Kal. [Aside]. The thing is sure a gelding.Shall not! Well, You're best to prate unto my lady now, What proffer I have made. Par. Never, I vow. Kal. Do, do! 'tis but a kind heart of mine own, And ill luck can undo me.Be refused! O scurvy!Pray walk on, I'll overtake ye. [Exit PARTHENOPHIL. What a green-sickness-livered boy is this! My maidenhead will shortly grow so stale That 'twill be mouldy:but I'll mar her market. Enter MENAPHON. Men. Parthenophil passed this way: prithee, Kala, Direct me to him. Kal. Yes, I can direct ye; But you, sir, must forbear. Men. Forbear! Kal. I said so. Your bounty has engaged my truth: receive A secret, that will, as you are a man, Startle your reason; 'tis but mere respect Of what I owe to thankfulness. Dear sir, The stranger whom your courtesy received For friend is made your rival. Men. Rival, Kala! Take heed; thou art too credulous. Kal. My lady Dotes on him. I will place you in a room Where, though you cannot hear, yet you shall see Such passages as will confirm the truth Of my intelligence. Men. 'Twill make me mad. Kal. Yes, yes. It makes me mad too, that a gentleman Se excellently sweet, so liberal, So kind, so proper, should be so betrayed By a young smooth-chinned straggler: but for love's sake, Bear all with manly courage. Not a word; I am undone then. Men. That were too much pity: Honest, most honest Kala, 'tis thy care, Thy serviceable care. Kal. You have even spoken All can be said or thought. Men. I will reward thee: But as for him, ungentle boy, I'll whip His falsehood with a vengeance. Kal. O, speak little. Walk up these stairs; and take this key: it opens A chamber-door, where, at that window yonder, You may see all their courtship. Men. I am silent. Kal. As little noise as may be, I beseech ye: There is a back-stair to convey ye forth Unseen or unsuspected. [Exit MENAPHON. He that cheats A waiting-woman of a free good turn She longs for must expect a shrewd revenge. Sheep-spirited boy! although he had not married me, He might have proffered kindness in a corner, And ne'er have been the worse for't.They are come: On goes my set of faces most demurely. Enter THAMASTA and PARTHENOPHIL. Tha. Forbear the room. Kal. Yes, madam. Tha. Whosoever Requires access to me, deny him entrance Till I call thee; aud wait without. Kal. I shall. Sweet Venus, turn his courage to a snow-ball; I heartily beseech it! [Aside, and exit. Tha. I expose The honour of my birth, my fame, my youth, To hazard of much hard construction, In seeking an adventure of a parley, So private, with a stranger: if your thoughts Censure me not with mercy, you may soon Conceive I have laid by that modesty Which should preserve a virtuous name unstained. Par. Lady,to shorten long excuses,time And safe experience have so throughly armed My apprehension with a real taste Of your most noble nature, that to question The least part of your bounties, or that freedom Which heaven hath with a plenty made you rich in, Would argue me uncivil; which is more, Base-bred; and, which is most of all, unthankful. Tha. The constant loadstone and the steel are found In several mines; yet is there such a league Between these minerals as if one vein Of earth had nourished both. The gentle myrtle Is not engraft upon an olive's stock, Yet nature hath between them locked a secret Of sympathy, that, being planted near, They will, both in their branches and their roots, Embrace each other: twines of ivy round The well-grown oak; the vine doth court the elm; Yet these are different plants. Parthenophil, Consider this aright; then these slight creatures Will fortify the reasons I should frame For that ungroundedas thou think'staffection Which is submitted to a stranger's pity. True love may blush, when shame repents too late But in all actions nature yields to fate. Par. Great lady, 'twere a dulness must exceed The grossest and most sottish kind of ignorance Not to be sensible of your intents; I clearly understand them. Yet so much The difference between that height and lowness Which doth distinguish our unequal fortunes Dissuades me from ambition, that I am Humbler in my desires than love's own power Can any way raise up. Tha. I am a princess, And know no law of slavery; to sue, Yet be denied! Par. I am so much a subject To every law of noble honesty, That to transgress the vows of perfect friendship I hold a sacrilege as foul and cursed As if some holy temple had been robbed, And I the thief. Tha. Thou art unwise, young man, T' enrage a lioness. Par. It were unjust To falsify a faith, and ever after, Disrobed of that fair ornament, live naked, A scorn to time and truth. Tha. Remember well Who I am, and what thou art. Par. That remembrance Prompts me to worthy duty. O, great lady, If some few days have tempted your free heart To cast away affection on a stranger; If that affection have so overswayed Your judgment, that it, in a manner, hath Declined your sovereignty of birth and spirit; How can ye turn your eyes off from that glass Wherein you may new-trim and settle right A memorable name? Tha. The youth is idle. Par. Days, months, and years are passed since Menaphon Hath loved and served you truly; Menaphon, A man of no large distance in his blood From yours; in qualities desertful, graced With youth, experience, every happy gift That can by nature or by education Improve a gentleman: for him, great lady, Let me prevail, that you will yet at last Unlock the bounty which your love and care Have wisely treasured up, t'enrich his life. Tha. Thou hast a moving eloquence, Parthenophil! Parthenophil, in vain we strive to cross The destiny that guides us. My great heart Is stooped so much beneath that wonted pride That first disguised it, that I now prefer A miserable life with thee before All other earthly comforts. Par. Menaphon, By me, repeats the self-same words to you: You are too cruel, if you can distrust His truth or my report. Tha. Go where thou wilt, I'll be an exile with thee; I will learn To bear all change of fortunes. Par. For my friend I plead with grounds of reason. Tha. For thy love, Hard-hearted youth, I here renounce all thoughts Of other hopes, of other entertainments, Par. Stay, as you honour virtue. Tha. When the proffers Of other greatness, Par. Lady! Tha. When entreats Of friends, Par. I'll ease your grief. Tha. Respect of kindred, Par. Pray, give me hearing. Tha. Loss of fame, Par. I crave But some few minutes. Tha. Shall infringe my vows, Let heaven, Par. My love speaks t'ye: hear, then go on. Tha. Thy love! why, 'tis a charm to stop a vow In its most violent course. Par. Cupid has broke His arrows here; and, like a child unarmed, Comes to make sport between us with no weapon But feathers stolen from his mother's doves. Tha. This is mere trifling. Par. Lady, take a secret. I am as you arein a lower rank, Else of the self-same sexa maid, a virgin And now, to use your own words, "if your thoughts Censure me not with mercy, you may soon Conceive I have laid by that modesty Which should preserve a virtuous name unstained." Tha. Are you not mankind, then? Par. When you shall read The story of my sorrows, with the change Of my misfortunes, in a letter printed From my unforged relation, I believe You will not think the shedding of one tear A prodigality that misbecomes Your pity and my fortune. Tha. Pray, conceal The errors of my passion. Par. Would I had Much more of honouras for life, I value't not To venture on your secrecy! Tha. It will be A hard task for my reason to relinquish The affection which was once devoted thine I shall awhile repute thee still the youth I loved so dearly. Par. You shall find me ever Your ready faithful servant. Tha. O, the powers Who do direct our hearts laugh at our follies! We must not part yet. Par. Let not my unworthiness Alter your good opinion. Tha. I shall henceforth Be jealous of thy company with any: My fears are strong and many. Re-enter KALA. Kal. Did your ladyship Call me? Tha. For what? Kal. Your servant Menaphon Desires admittance. Enter MENAPHON. Men. With your leave, great mistress, I come,So private! is this well, Parthenophil? Par. Sir, noble sir, Men. You are unkind and treacherous; This 'tis to trust a straggler! Tha. Prithee, servant, Men. I dare not question you; you are my mistress, My prince's nearest kinswoman: but he Tha. Come, you are angry. Men. Henceforth I will bury Unmanly passion in perpetual silence: I'll court mine own distraction, dote on folly, Creep to the mirth and madness of the age, Rather than be so slaved again to woman, Which in her best of constancy is steadiest In change and scorn. Tha. How dare ye talk to me thus? Men. Dare! Were you not own sister to my friend, Sister to my Amethus, I would hurl ye As far off from mine eyes as from my heart; For I would never more look on ye. Take Your jewel t'ye!And, youth, keep under wing, Orboy!boy! Tha. If commands be of no force, Let me entreat thee, Menaphon. Mez. 'Tis naught. Fie, fie, Parthenophil! have I deserved To be thus used? Par. I do protest Men. You shall not: Henceforth I will be free, and hate my bondage. Enter AMETHUS. Amet. Away, away to court! The prince is pleased To see a masque to-night; we must attend him: 'Tis near upon the time.How thrives your suit? Men. The judge, your sister, will decide it shortly. Tha. Parthenophil, I will not trust you from me. [Exeunt. SCENE III.A Room in the Palace. Enter PALADOR, SOPHRONOS, ARETUS, and CORAX; Servants with torches. Cor. Lights and attendance!I will show your highness A trifle of mine own brain. If you can, Imagine you were now in the university, You'll take it well enough; a scholar's fancy, A quab'tis nothing elsea very quab. Pal. We will observe it. Soph. Yes, and grace it too, sir, For Corax else is humorous and testy. Are. By any means; men singular in art Have always some odd whimsey more than usual. Pal. The name of this conceit? Cor. Sir, it is called The Masque of Melancholy. Are. We must look for Nothing but sadness here, then. Cor. Madness rather In several changes. Melancholy is The root as well of every apish frenzy, Laughter, and mirth, as dulness. Pray, my lord, Hold, and observe the plot [Gives PALADOR a paper]: 'tis there expressed In kind, what shall be now expressed in action. Enter AMETHUS, MENAPHON, THAMASTA, and PARTHENOPHIL. No interruption; take your places quickly; Nay, nay, leave ceremony.Sound to the entrance! [Flourish. Enter RHETIAS, his face whited, with black shag hair and long nails, and with a piece of raw meat. Rhe. Bow, bow! wow, wow! the moon's eclipsed; I'll to the churchyard and sup. Since I turned wolf, I bark, and howl, and dig up graves: I will never have the sun shine again: 'tis midnight, deep dark midnight,get a prey, and fall toI have catched thee nowArre! Cor. This kind is called Lycanthropia, sir; when men conceive themselves wolves. Pal. Here I find it. [Looking at the paper. Enter PELIAS, with a crown of feathers and anticly rich. Pel. I will hang 'em all, and burn my wife. Was I not an emperor? my hand was kissed, and ladies lay down before me; in triumph did I ride with my nobles about me till the mad dog bit me: I fell, and I fell, and I fell. It shall be treason by statute for any man to name water, or wash his hands, throughout all my dominions. Break all the looking-glasses; I will not see my horns: my wife cuckolds me; she is a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore! Pal. Hydrophobia term you this? Cor. And men possessed so shun all sight of water: Sometimes, if mixed with jealousy, it renders them Incurable, and oftentimes brings death. Enter a Philosopher in black rags, with a copper chain, an old gown half off, and a book. Phi. Philosophers dwell in the moon. Speculation and theory girdle the world about like a wall. Ignorance, like an atheist, must be damned in the pit. I am very, very poor, and poverty is the physic for the soul: my opinions are pure and perfect. Envy is a monster, and I defy the beast. Cor. Delirium this is called, which is mere dotage, Sprung from ambition first and singularity, Self-love, and blind opinion of true merit. Pal. I not dislike the course. Enter GRILLA, in a rich gown, a great farthingale, a great ruff, a muff, a fan, and a coxcomb on her head. Gril. Yes forsooth, and no forsooth; is not this fine? I pray your blessing, gaffer. Here, here, heredid he give me a shough, and cut off's tail! Buss, buss, nuncle, and there's a pum for daddy. Cor. You find this noted there phrenitis. Pal. True. Cor. Pride is the ground on't; it reigns most in women. Enter CUCULUS like a BEDLAM, singing. Cuc. They that will learn to drink a health in hell Must learn on earth to take tobacco well, To take tobacco well, to take tobacco well; For in hell they drink nor wine nor ale nor beer, But fire and smoke and stench, as we do here. Rhe. I'll swoop thee up. Pel. Thou'st straight to execution. Gril. Fool, fool, fool! catch me an thou canst. Phi. Expel him the house; 'tis a dunce. Cuc. [Sings] Hark! did ye not hear a rumbling? The goblins are now a tumbling: I'll tear 'em, I'll sear 'em, I'll roar 'em, I'll gore 'em! Now, now, now! my brains are a jumbling, Bounce! the gun's off. Pal. You name this here hypochondriacal? Cor. Which is a windy flatuous humour, stuffing The head, and thence derived to the animal parts. To be too over-curious, loss of goods Or friends, excess of fear, or sorrows cause it. Enter a Sea-Nymph big-bellied, singing and dancing. Nymph. Good your honours, Pray your worships, Dear your beauties, Cuc. Hang thee! To lash your sides, To tame your hides, To scourge your prides; And bang thee. Nymph. We're pretty and dainty, and I will begin: See, how they do jeer me, deride me, and grin! Come sport me, come court me, your topsail advance, And let us conclude our delights in a dance! All. A dance, a dance, a dance! Cor. This is the Wanton Melancholy. Women With child, possessed with this strange fury, often Have danced three days together without ceasing. Pal. 'Tis very strange: but Heaven is full of miracles. [A Dance, after which the Masquers run out in couples. We are thy debtor, CORAX, for the gift Of this invention; but the plot deceives us: What means this empty space? [Pointing to the paper. Cor. One kind of Melancholy Is only left untouched: 'twas not in art To personate the shadow of that fancy; 'Tis named Love-Melancholy. As, for instance, Admit this stranger here,young man, stand forth [To PARTHENOPHIL. Entangled by the beauty of this lady, The great Thamasta, cherished in his heart The weight of hopes and fears; it were impossible To limn his passions in such lively colours As his own proper sufferance could express. Par. You are not modest, sir. Tha. Am I your mirth? Cor. Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to counsel, It runs a headlong course to desperate madness. O, were your highness but touched home and throughly With thiswhat shall I call itdevil Pal. Hold! Let no man henceforth name the word again. Wait you my pleasure, youth.'Tis late; to rest! [Exit. Cor. My lords, Soph. Enough; thou art a perfect arts-man. Cor. Panthers may hide their heads, not change the skin; And love pent ne'er so close, yet will be seen. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I.A Room in THAMASTA'S House. Enter AMETHUS and MENAPHON. AMET. Dote on a stranger? Men. Court him; plead, and sue to him. Amet. Affectionately? Men. Servilely; and pardon me If I say basely. Amet. Women, in their passions, Like false fires, flash, to fright our trembling senses, Yet in themselves contain nor light nor heat. My sister do this! she, whose pride did scorn All thoughts that were not busied on a crown, To fall so far beneath her fortunes now! You are my friend. Men. What I confirm is truth. Amet. Truth, Menaphon? Men. If I conceived you were Jealous of my sincerity and plainness, Then, sir, Amet. What then, sir? Men. I would then resolve You were as changeable in vows of friendship As is Thamasta in her choice of love: That sin is double, running in a blood, Which justifies another being worse. Amet. My Menaphon, excuse me; I grow mild, And would not willingly believe the truth Of my dishonour: she shall know how much I am a debtor to thy noble goodness By checking the contempt her poor desires Have sunk her fame in. Prithee tell me, friend, How did the youth receive her? Men. With a coldness As modest and as hopeless as the trust I did repose in him could wish or merit. Amet. I will esteem him dearly. Enter THAMASTA and KALA. Men. Sir, your sister. Tha. Servant, I have employment for ye. Amet. Hark ye! The mask of your ambition is fall'n off; Your pride hath stooped to such an abject lowness, That you have now discovered to report Your nakedness in virtue, honours, shame, Tha. You are turned satire. Amet. All the flatteries Of greatness have exposed ye to contempt. Tha. This is mere railing. Amet. You have sold your birth For lust. Tha. Lust! Amet. Yes; and at a dear expense Purchased the only glories of a wanton. Tha. A wanton! Amet, Let repentance stop your mouth; Learn to redeem your fault. Kal. [Aside to MENAPHON.] I hope your tongue Has not betrayed my honesty. Men. [Aside to KALA.] Fear nothing. Tha. If, Menaphon, I hitherto have strove To keep a wary guard about my fame; If I have used a woman's skill to sift The constancy of your protested love; You cannot, in the justice of your judgment, Impute that to a coyness or neglect, Which my discretion and your service aimed For noble purposes. Men. Great mistress, no. I rather quarrel with mine own ambition, That durst to soar so high as to feed hope Of any least desert that might entitle My duty to a pension from your favours. Amet. And therefore, lady,pray, observe him well, He henceforth covets plain equality; Endeavouring to rank his fortunes low, With some fit partner, whom, without presumption, Without offence or danger, he may cherish, Yes, and command too, as a wife,a wife, A wife, my most great lady! Kal. [Aside] All will out. Tha. Now I perceive the league of amity, Which you have long between ye vowed and kept, Is sacred and inviolable; secrets Of every nature are in common to you. I have trespassed, and I have been faulty; Let not too rude a censure deem me guilty, Or judge my error wilful without pardon. Men. Gracious and virtuous mistress! Amet. 'Tis a trick; There is no trust in female cunning, friend. Let her first purge her follies past, and clear The wrong done to her honour, by some sure Apparent testimony of her constancy; Or we will not believe these childish plots: As you respect my friendship, lend no ear To a reply.Think on't! Men. Pray, love your fame. [Exeunt MENAPHON and AMETHUS. Tha. Gone! I am sure awaked. KALA, I find You have not been so trusty as the duty You owed required. Kal. Not I? I do protest I have been, madam. Tha. Beno matter what, I'm paid in my own coin; something I must, And speedily.So!Seek out Cuculus; Bid him attend me instantly. Kal. That antic! The trim old youth shall wait ye. Tha. Wounds may be mortal, which are wounds indeed; But no wound's deadly till our honours bleed. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in the Castle. Enter RHETIAS and CORAX. Rhe. Thou'rt an excellent fellow. Diabolo! O these lousy close-stool empirics, that will undertake all cures, yet know not the causes of any disease! Dog-leeches! By the four elements, I honour thee; could find in my heart to turn knave, and be thy flatterer. Cor. Sirrah, 'tis pity thou'st not been a scholar; Thou'rt honest, blunt, and rude enough, o' conscience. But for thy lord now, I have put him to't. Rhe. He chafes hugely, fumes like a stew-pot: is he not monstrously overgone in frenzy? Cor. Rhetias, 'tis not a madness, but his sorrows Close-griping grief and anguish of the soul That torture him; he carries hell on earth Within his bosom: 'twas a prince's tyranny Caused his distraction; and a prince's sweetness Must qualify that tempest of his mind. Rhe. Corax, to praise thy art were to assure The misbelieving world that the sun shines When 'tis i' the full meridian of his beauty: No cloud of black detraction can eclipse The light of thy rare knowledge. Henceforth, casting All poor disguises off, that play in rudeness, Call me your servant; only for the present, I wish a happy blessing to your labours. Heaven crown your undertakings! and believe me, Ere many hours can pass, at our next meeting, The bonds my duty owes shall be full cancelled. Cor. Farewell. [Exit RHETIAS. A shrewd-brained whoreson; there is pith In his untoward plainness. Enter TROLLIO, with a morion on. Now, the news? Trol. Worshipful Master Doctor, I have a great deal of I cannot tell what to say t'ye. My lord thunders; every word that comes out of his mouth roars like a cannon; the house shook once:my young lady dares not be seen. Cor. We will roar with him, Trollio, if he roar. Trol. He has got a great poleaxe in his hand, and fences it up and down the house, as if he were to make room for the pageants. I have provided me a morion for fear of a clap on the coxcomb. Cor. No matter for the morion; here's my cap: Thus I will pull it down, and thus outstare him. [He produces a frightful mask and headpiece. Trol. [Aside] The physician is got as mad as my lord.O brave! a man of worship. Cor. Let him come, Trollio. I will firk his trangdido, and bounce and bounce in metal, honest Trollio. Trol. [Aside] He vapours like a tinker, and struts like a juggler. Mel. [Within] So ho, so ho! Trol. There, there, there! look to your right worshipful, look to yourself. Enter MELEANDER with a poleaxe. Mel. Show me the dog whose triple-throated noise Hath roused a lion from his uncouth den To tear the cur in pieces. Cor. [Putting on his mask, and turning to MELEANDER. Stay thy paws, Courageous beast; else, lo, the Gorgon's skull, That shall transform thee to that restless stone Which Sisyphus rolls up against the hill, Whence, tumbling down again, it with his weight Shall crush thy bones and puff thee into air. Mel. Hold, hold thy conquering breath; 'tis stronger far Than gunpowder and garlic. If the fates Have spun my thread, and my spent clue of life Be now untwisted, let us part like friends. Lay up my weapon, Trollio, and be gone. Trol. Yes, sir, with all my heart. Mel. This friend and I Will walk, and gabble wisely. [Exit TROLLIO with the poleaxe. Cor. I allow The motion; on! [Takes off his mask. Mel. So politicians thrive, That, with their crabbèd faces and sly tricks, Legerdemain, ducks, cringes, formal beards, Crisped hairs, and punctual cheats, do wriggle in Their heads first, like a fox, to rooms of state, Then the whole body follows. Cor. Then they fill Lordships; steal women's hearts; with them and theirs The world runs round; yet these are square men still. Mel. There are none poor but such as engross offices. Cor. None wise but unthrifts, bankrupts, beggars, rascals. Mel. The hangman is a rare physician. Cor. [Aside] That's not so good.It shall be granted. Mel. All The buzz of drugs and minerals and simples, Bloodlettings, vomits, purges, or what else Is conjured up by men of art, to gull Liege-people, and rear golden piles, are trash To a strong well-wrought halter; there the gout, The stone, yes, and the melancholy devil, Are cured in less time than a pair of minutes: Build me a gallows in this very plot, And I'll dispatch your business. Cor. Fix the knot Right under the left ear. Mel. Sirrah, make ready. Cor. Yet do not be too sudden; grant me leave To give a farewell to a creature long Absented from me: 'tis a daughter, sir, Snatched from me in her youth, a handsome girl; She comes to ask a blessing. Mel. Pray, where is she? I cannot see her yet. Cor. She makes more haste In her quick prayers than her trembling steps, Which many griefs have weakened. Mel. Cruel man! How canst thou rip a heart that's cleft already With injuries of time?Whilst I am frantic, Whilst throngs of rude divisions huddle on, And do disrank my brains from peace and sleep, So longI am insensible of cares. As balls of wildfire may be safely touched, Not violently sundered and thrown up; So my distempered thoughts rest in their rage, Not hurried in the air of repetition, Or memory of my misfortunes past: Then are my griefs struck home, when they're reclaimed To their own pity of themselves.Proceed; What of your daughter now? Cor. I cannot tell ye, 'Tis now out of my head again; my brains Are crazy; I have scarce slept one sound sleep These twelve months. Mel. 'Las, poor man! canst thou imagine To prosper in the task thou tak'st in hand By practising a cure upon my weakness, And yet be no physician for thyself? Go, go, turn over all thy books once more, And learn to thrive in modesty; for impudence Does least become a scholar. Thou'rt a fool, A kind of learned fool. Cor. I do confess it. Mel. If thou canst wake with me, forget to eat, Renounce the thought of greatness, tread on fate, Sigh out a lamentable tale of things Done long ago, and ill done; and, when sighs Are wearied, piece up what remains behind With weeping eyes, and hearts that bleed to death; Thou shalt be a companion fit for me, And we will sit together, like true friends, And never be divided. With what greediness Do I hug my afflictions! there's no mirth Which is not truly seasoned with some madness: As, for example, Exit hastily. Cor. What new crotchet next? There is so much sense in this wild distraction, That I am almost out of my wits too, To see and hear him: some few hours more Spent here would turn me apish, if not frantic. Re-enterMELEANDER with CLEOPHILA Mel. In all the volumes thou hast turned, thou man Of knowledge, hast thou met with any rarity, Worthy thy contemplation, like to this? The model of the heavens, the earth, the waters, The harmony and sweet consent of times, Are not of such an excellence, in form Of their creation, as the infinite wonder That dwells within the compass of this face: And yet I tell thee, scholar, under this Well-ordered sign is lodged such an obedience As will hereafter, in another age, Strike all comparison into a silence. She had a sister too;but as for her, If I were given to talk, I could describe A pretty piece of goodnesslet that pass We must be wise sometimes. What would you with her? Cor. I with her! nothing, by your leave, sir, I; It is not my profession. Mel. You are saucy, And, as I take it, scurvy in your sauciness, To use no more respect.Good soul, be patient; We are a pair of things the world doth laugh at: Yet be content, Cleophila; those clouds, Which bar the sun from shining on our miseries, Will never be chased off till I am dead; And then some charitable soul will take thee Into protection: I am hasting on; The time cannot be long. Cleo. I do beseech ye, Sir, as you love your health, as you respect My safety, let not passion overrule you. Mel. It shall not; I am friends with all the world. Get me some wine; to witness that I will be An absolute good fellow, I will drink with thee. Cor. [Aside to CLEO.] Have you prepared his cup? Cleo. [Aside to COR.] It is in readiness. Enter CUCULUS and GRILLA. Cuc. By your leave, gallants, I come to speak with a young lady, as they say, the old Trojan's daughter of the house. Mel. Your business with my lady-daughter, toss-pot? Gril. Toss-pot! O base! toss-pot! Cuc. Peace! dost not see in what case he is?I would do my own commendations to her; that's all. Mel. Do.Come, my Genius, we will quaff in wine Till we grow wise. Cor. True nectar is divine. [Exeunt MELEANDER and CORAX. Cuc. So! I am glad he is gone,Page, walk aside.Sweet beauty, I am sent ambassador from the mistress of my thoughts to you, the mistress of my desires. Cleo. So, sir! I pray, be brief. Cuc. That you may know I am not, as they say, an animal, which is, as they say, a kind of cokes, which is, as the learned term it, an ass, a puppy, a widgeon, a dolt, a noddy, a Cleo. As you please. Cuc. Pardon me for that, it shall be as you please indeed: forsooth, I love to be courtly and in fashion. Cleo. Well, to your embassy. What, and from whom? Cuc. Marry, "What" is more than I know; for to know what's what is to know what's what and for what's what:but these are foolish figures and to little purpose. Cleo. From whom, then, are you sent? Cuc. There you come to me again. O, to be in the favour of great ladies is as much to say as to be great in ladies' favours. Cleo. Good time o' day t'ye! I can stay no longer. Cuc. By this light, but you must; for now I come to't. The most excellent, most wise, most dainty, precious, loving, kind, sweet, intolerably fair lady Thamasta commends to your little hands this letter of importance. By your leave, let me first kiss, and then deliver it in fashion to your own proper beauty. [Delivers a letter. Cleo. To me, from her? 'tis strange! I dare peruse it. [Reads. Cuc. Good.O, that I had not resolved to live a single life! Here's temptation, able to conjure up a spirit with a witness. So, so! she has read it. [Aside. Cleo. Is't possible? Heaven, thou art great and bountiful. Sir, I much thank your pains; and to the princess Let my love, duty, service, be remembered. Cuc. They shall mad-dam. Cleo. When we of hopes or helps are quite bereaven, Our humble prayers have entrance into Heaven. Cuc. That's my opinion clearly and without doubt. [Exeunt. SCENE III.A Room in the Palace. Enter ARETUS and SOPHRONOS. Are. The prince is throughly moved. Soph. I never saw him So much distempered. Are. What should this young man be? Or whither can he be conveyed? Soph. 'Tis to me A mystery; I understand it not. Are. Nor I. Enter PALADOR, AMETHUS, and PELIAS. Pal. Ye have consented all to work upon The softness of my nature; but take heed: Though I can sleep in silence, and look on The mockery ye make of my dull patience, Yet ye shall know, the best of ye, that in me There is a masculine, a stirring spirit, Which, once provoked, shall, like a bearded comet, Set ye at gaze, and threaten horror. Pel. Good sir, Pal. Good sir! 'tis not your active wit or language, Nor your grave politic wisdoms, lords, shall dare To check-mate and control my just commands. Enter MENAPHON. Where is the youth, your friend? is he found yet? Men. Not to be heard of. Pal. Fly, then, to the desert, Where thou didst first encounter this fantastic, This airy apparition; come no more In sight! Get ye all from me: he that stays Is not my friend. Amet. 'Tis strange. Are. Soph. We must obey. [Exeunt all but PALADOR. Pal. Some angry power cheats with rare delusions My credulous sense; the very soul of reason Is troubled in me;the physician Presented a strange masque, the view of it Puzzled my understanding; but the boy Enter RHETIAS. Rhetias, thou art acquainted with my griefs: Parthenophil is lost, and I would see him; For he is like to something I remember A great while since, a long, long time ago. Rhe. I have been diligent, sir, to pry into every corner for discovery, but cannot meet with him. There is some trick, I am confident. Pal. There is; there is some practice, sleight, or plot. Rhe. I have apprehended a fair wench in an odd private lodging in the city, as like the youth in face as can by possibility be discerned. Pal. How, Rhetias! Rhe. If it be not Parthenophil in long-coats, 'tis a spirit in his likeness; answer I can get none from her: you shall see her. Pal. The young man in disguise, upon my life, To steal out of the land. Rhe. I'll send him t'ye. Pal. Do, do, my Rhetias. [Exit RHETIAS. As there is by nature In everything created contrariety, So likewise is there unity and league Between them in their kind: but man, the abstract Of all perfection, which the workmanship Of Heaven hath modelled, in himself contains Passions of several qualities. [Enter behind EROCLEA (PARTHENOPHIL), in female attire. The music Of man's fair composition best accords When 'tis in consort, not in single strains: My heart has been untuned these many months, Wanting her presence, in whose equal love True harmony consisted. Living here, We are Heaven's bounty all, but Fortune's exercise. Ero. Minutes are numbered by the fall of sands, As by an hourglass; the span of time Doth waste us to our graves, and we look on it: An age of pleasures, revelled out, comes home At last, and ends in sorrow; but the life, Weary of riot, numbers every sand, Wailing in sighs, until the last drop down; So to conclude calamity in rest. Pal. What echo yields a voice to my complaints? Can I be nowhere private? Ero. [Comes forward, and kneels] Let the substance As suddenly be hurried from your eyes As the vain sound can pass, sir, from your ear, If no impression of a troth vowed yours Retain a constant memory. Pal. Stand up. [She rises. 'Tis not the figure stamped upon thy cheeks, The cozenage of thy beauty, grace or tongue, Can draw from me a secret, that hath been The only jewel of my speechless thoughts. Ero. I am so worn away with fears and sorrows, So wintered with the tempests of affliction, That the bright sun of your life-quickening presence Hath scarce one beam of force to warm again That spring of cheerful comfort, which youth once Apparelled in fresh looks. Pal. Cunning impostor! Untruth hath made thee subtle in thy trade. If any neighbouring greatness hath seduced A free-born resolution to attempt Some bolder act of treachery by cutting My weary days off, wherefore, cruel-mercy, Hast thou assumed a shape that would make treason A piety, guilt pardonable, bloodshed As holy as the sacrifice of peace? Ero. The incense of my love-desires are flamed Upon an altar of more constant proof. Sir, O, sir, turn me back into the world, Command me to forget my name, my birth, My father's sadness, and my death alive, If all remembrance of my faith hath found A burial without pity in your scorn! Pal. My scorn, disdainful boy, shall soon unweave The web thy art hath twisted. Cast thy shape off, Disrobe the mantle of a feignèd sex, And so I may be gentle: as thou art, There's witchcraft in thy language, in thy face, In thy demeanours; turn, turn from me, prithee, For my belief is armed else.Yet, fair subtility, Before we part,for part we must,be true: Tell me, thy country. Ero. Cyprus. Pal. Ha!Thy father? Ero. Meleander. Pal. Hast a name? Ero. A name of misery; The unfortunate Eroclea. Pal. There is danger In this seducing counterfeit. Great goodness, Hath honesty and virtue left the time? Are we become so impious, that to tread The path of impudence is law and justice? Thou vizard of a beauty ever sacred, Give me thy name. Ero. Whilst I was lost to memory Parthenophil did shroud my shame in change Of sundry rare misfortunes; but, since now I am, before I die, returned to claim A convoy to my grave, I must not blush To let Prince Palador, if I offend, Know, when he dooms me, that he dooms Eroclea: I am that woful maid. Pal. Join not too fast Thy penance with the story of my sufferings: So dwelt simplicity with virgin truth, So martyrdom and holiness are twins, As innocence and sweetness on thy tongue. But, let me by degrees collect my senses; I may abuse my trust. Tell me, what air Hast thou perfumed, since tyranny first ravished The contract of our hearts? Ero. Dear sir, in Athens Have I been buried. Pal. Buried! Right; as I In Cyrus.Come to trial; if thou beest EROCLEA, in my bosom I can find thee. Ero. As I, Prince Palador in mine: this gift [Shows him a tablet. His bounty blessed me with, the only physic My solitary cares have hourly took, To keep me from despair. Pal. We are but fools To trifle in disputes, or vainly struggle With that eternal mercy which protects us. Come home, home to my heart, thou banished peace! My ecstasy of joys would speak in passion, But that I would not lose that part of man Which is reserved to entertain content. Eroclea, I am thine; O, let me seize thee As my inheritance! Hymen shall now Set all his torches burning, to give light Throughout this land, new-settled in thy welcome. Ero. You are still gracious, sir. How I have lived, By what means been conveyed, by what preserved, By what returned, Rhetias, my trusty servant, Directed by the wisdom of my uncle, The good Sophronos, can inform at large. Pal. Enough. Instead of music, every night, To make our sleeps delightful, thou shalt close Our weary eyes with some part of thy story. Ero. O, but my father! Pal. Fear not; to behold Eroclea safe will make him young again: It shall be our first task.Blush, sensual follies, Which are not guarded with thoughts chastely pure: There is no faith in lust, but baits of arts; 'Tis virtuous love keeps clear contracted hearts. [Exeunt. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I.A Room in the Castle. Enter CORAX and CLEOPHILA. COR. 'Tis well, 'tis well; the hour is at hand, Which must conclude the business, that no art Could all this while make ripe for wished content. O, lady, in the turmoils of our lives, Men are like politic states, or troubled seas, Tossed up and down with several storms and tempests, Change and variety of wrecks and fortunes; Till, labouring to the havens of our homes, We struggle for the calm that crowns our ends. Cleo. A happy end Heaven bless us with! Cor. 'Tis well said. The old man sleeps still soundly. Cleo. May soft dreams Play in his fancy, that when he awakes, With comfort he may, by degrees, digest The present blessings in a moderate joy! Cor. I drenched his cup to purpose; he ne'er stirred At barber or at tailor. He will laugh At his own metamorphosis, and wonder. We must be watchful. Does the couch stand ready? Cleo. All, all as you commanded. Enter TROLLIO. What's your haste for? Trol. A brace of big women, ushered by the young old ape with his she-clog at his bum, are entered the castle. Shall they come on? Cor. By any means: the time is precious now.Lady, be quick and careful.Follow, Trollio. [Exit. Trol. I owe all sir-reverence to your right worshipfulness. [Exit. Cleo. So many fears, so many joys encounter My doubtful expectations, that I waver Between the resolution of my hopes And my obedience: 'tis notO my fate! The apprehension of a timely blessing In pleasures shakes my weakness; but the danger Of a mistaken duty that confines The limits of my reason. Let me live, Virtue, to thee as chaste as truth to time! Enter THAMASTA, Speaking to some one without. Tha. Attend me till I call.My sweet Cleophila! Cleo. Great princess, Tha. I bring peace, to sue a pardon For my neglect of all those noble virtues Thy mind and duty are apparelled with: I have deserved ill from thee, and must say Thou art too gentle, if thou canst forget it. Cleo. Alas, you have not wronged me; for, indeed, Acquaintance with my sorrows and my fortune Were grown to such familiarity, That 'twas an impudence, more than presumption, To wish so great a lady as you are Should lose affection on my uncle's son: But that your brother, equal in your blood, Should stoop to such a lowness as to love A castaway, a poor despisèd maid, Only for me to hope was almost sin; Yet, 'troth, I never tempted him. Tha. Chide not The grossness of my trespass, lovely sweetness, In such an humble language; I have smarted Already in the wounds my pride hath made Upon your sufferings: henceforth 'tis in you To work my happiness. Cleo. Call any service Of mine a debt; for such it is. The letter You lately sent me, in the blest contents It made me privy to, hath largely quitted Every suspicion of your grace or goodness. Tha. Let me embrace you with a sister's love, A sister's love, Cleophila; for should My brother henceforth study to forget The vows that he hath made thee, I would ever Solicit thy deserts. Amet. Men. [Within] We must have entrance Tha. Must! Who are they say must? you are unmannerly. Enter AMETHUS and MENAPHON. Brother, is't you? and you too, sir? Amet. Your ladyship Has had a time of scolding to your humour: Does the storm hold still? Cleo. Never fell a shower More seasonably gentle on the barren Parched thirsty earth than showers of courtesy Have from this princess been distilled on me, To make my growth in quiet of my mind Secure and lasting. Tha. You may both believe That I was not uncivil. Amet. Pish! I know Her spirit and her envy. Cleo. Now, in troth, sir, Pray credit me, I do not use to swear, The virtuous princess hath in words and carriage Been kind, so over-kind, that I do blush I am not rich enough in thanks sufficient For her unequalled bounty.My good cousin, I have a suit to you. Men. It shall be granted. Cleo. That no time, no persuasion, no respects Of jealousies, past, preset, or hereafter By possibility to be conceived, Draw you from that sincerity and pureness Of love which you have oftentimes protested To this great worthy lady: she deserves A duty more than what the ties of marriage Can claim or warrant; be for ever hers, As she is yours, and Heaven increase your comforts! Amet. Cleophila hath played the churchman's part; I'll not forbid the banns. Men. Are you consented? Tha. I have one task in charge first, which concerns me. Brother, be not more cruel than this lady; She hath forgiven my follies, so may you. Her youth, her beauty, innocence, discretion, Without additions of estate or birth, Are dower for a prince, indeed. You loved her; For sure you swore you did: else, if you did not, Here fix your heart; and thus resolve, if now You miss this heaven on earth, you cannot find In any other choice aught but a hell. Amet. The ladies are turned lawyers, and plead handsomely Their clients' cases: I'm an easy judge; And so shalt thou be, Menaphon. I give thee My sister for a wife; a good one, friend. Men. Lady, will you confirm the gift? Tha. The errors Of my mistaken judgment being lost To your remembrance, I shall ever strive In my obedience to deserve your pity. Men. My love, my care, my all! Amet. What rests for me? I'm still a bachelor.Sweet maid, resolve me, May I yet call you mine? Cleo. My lord Amethus, Blame not my plainness; I am young and simple, And have not any power to dispose Mine own will without warrant from my father; That purchased, I am yours. Amet. It shall suffice me. Enter CUCULUS, PELIAS, and TROLLIO, plucking in GRILLA. Cuc. Revenge! I must have revenge; I will have revenge, bitter and abominable revenge; I will have revenge. This unfashionable mongrel, this linseywolsey of mortalityby this hand, mistress, this she-rogue is drunk, and clapper-clawed me, without any reverence to my person or good garments.Why d'ye not speak, gentlemen? Pel. Some certain blows have passed, an't like your highness. Trol. Some few knocks of friendship, some love-toys, some cuffs in kindness, or so. Gril. I'll turn him away; he shall be my master no longer. Men. Is this your she-page, Cuculus? 'tis a boy, sure. Cuc. A boy, an errant boy in long-coats. Trol. He has mumbled his nose, that 'tis as big as a great codpiece. Cuc. O, thou cock-vermin of iniquity! Tha. Pelias, take hence the wag, and school him for't. For your part, servant, I'll entreat the prince To grant you some fit place about his wardrobe. Cuc. Ever after a bloody nose do I dream of good luck.I horribly thank your ladyship. Whilst I'm in office, the old garb shall agen Grow in request, and tailors shall be men. Come, Trollio, help to wash my face, prithee. Trol. Yes, and to scour it too. [Exeunt CUCULUS, TROLLIO, PELIAS, and GRILLA. Re-enter CORAX with RHETIAS. Rhe. The prince and princess are at hand; give over Your amorous dialogues.Most honoured lady, Henceforth forbear your sadness: are you ready To practise your instructions? Cleo. I have studied My part with care, and will perform it, Rhetias, With all the skill I can. Cor. I'll pass my word for her. A flourishEnter. PALADOR, SOPHRONOS, ARETUS, and EROCLEA. Pal. Thus princes should be circled, with a guard Of truly noble friends and watchful subjects. O, Rhetias, thou art just; the youth thou told'st me That lived at Athens is returned at last To her own fortunes and contracted love. Rhe. My knowledge made me sure of my report, sir. Pal. Eroclea, clear thy fears; when the sun shines Clouds must not dare to muster in the sky, Nor shall they here. [CLEOPHILA and AMETHUS kneel. Why do they kneel?Stand up; The day and place is privileged. Soph. Your presence, Great sir, makes every room a sanctuary. Pal. Wherefore does this young virgin use such circumstance In duty to us?Rise. Ero. 'Tis I must raise her.[Raises CLEOPHILA. Forgive me, sister, I have been too private, In hiding from your knowledge any secret That should have been in common 'twixt our souls, But I was ruled by counsel. Cleo. That I show Myself a girl, sister, and bewray Joy in too soft a passion 'fore all these, I hope you cannot blame me. [Weeps, and falls into the arms of EROCLEA. Pal. We must part The sudden meeting of these two fair rivulets With the island of our arms. [Embraces EROCLEA]CLEOPHILA, The custom of thy piety hath built, Even to thy younger years, a monument Of memorable fame: some great reward Must wait on thy desert. Soph. The prince speaks t'ye, niece Cor. Chat low, I pray; let us about our business. The good old man awakes.My lord, withdraw. RHETIAS, let's settle here the couch Pal. Away, then! [Exeunt. Soft music.Re-enter CORAX and RHETIAS with MELEANDER asleep on a couch, his hair and beard trimmed, habit and gown changed. While they are placing the couch, a Boy sings without. SONG. Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep! Though the eyes be overtaken, Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts, chained up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares: Love and griefs are so exprest As they rather sigh than rest. Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep! Mel. [Awakes] Where am I? ha! What sounds are these? 'Tis day, sure. O, I have slept belike; 'tis but the foolery Of some beguiling dream. So, so! I will not Trouble the play of my delighted fancy, But dream my dream out. Cor. Morrow to your lordship! You took a jolly nap, and slept it soundly. Mel. Away, beast! let me alone. [The music ceases. Cor. O, by your leave, sir, I must be bold to raise ye; else your physic Will turn to further sickness. [He assists MELEANDER to sit up. Mel. Physic, bear-leech? Cor. Yes, physic; you are mad. Mel. Trollio! Cleophila! Rhe. Sir, I am here. Mel. I know thee, Rhetias; prithee rid the room Of this tormenting noise. He tells me, sirrah, I have took physic, Rhetias; physic, physic! Rhe. Sir, true, you have; and this most learnèd scholar Applied 't ye. O, you were in dangerous plight Before he took ye in hand. Mel. These things are drunk, Directly drunkWhere did you get your liquor? Cor. I never saw a body in the wane Of age so overspread with several sorts Of such diseases as the strength of youth Would groan under and sink. Rhe. The more your glory In the miraculous cure. Cor. Bring me the cordial Prepared for him to take after his sleep; 'Twill do him good at heart. Rhe. I hope it will, sir. [Exit. Mel. What dost thou think I am, that thou shouldst fiddle So much upon my patience? Fool, the weight Of my disease sits on my heart so heavy, That all the hands of art cannot remove One grain, to ease my grief. If thou couldst poison My memory, or wrap my senses up Into a dulness hard and cold as flints; If thou couldst make me walk, speak, eat, and laugh Without a sense or knowledge of my faculties, Why, then, perhaps, at marts thou mightst make benefit Of such an antic motion, and get credit From credulous gazers, but not profit me. Study to gull the wise; I am too simple To be wrought on. Cor. I'll burn my books, old man, But I will do thee good, and quickly too. Re-enter ARETUS with a patent. Are. Most honoured Lord Meleander, our great master, Prince Palador of Cyprus, hath by me Sent you this patent, in which is contained Not only confirmation of the honours You formerly enjoyed, but the addition Of the marshalship of Cyprus; and ere long He means to visit you. Excuse my haste; I must attend the prince. [Exit. Cor. There's one pill works. Mel. Dost know that spirit? 'tis a grave familiar, And talked I know not what. Cor. He's like, methinks, The prince's tutor, Aretus. Mel. Yes, yes; It may be I have seen such a formality; No matter where or when. Re-enter AMETHUS, with a staff. Ame. The prince hath sent ye, My lord, this staff of office, and withal Salutes you Grand Commander of the Ports Throughout his principalities. He shortly Will visit you himself: I must attend him. [Exit. Cor. D'ye feel your physic stirring yet? Mel. A devil Is a rare juggler, and can cheat the eye, But not corrupt the reason, in the throne Of a pure soul. Re-enter SOPHRONOS, with a tablet. Another!I will stand thee; Be what thou canst, I care not. Soph. From the prince, Dear brother, I present you this rich relic, A jewel he hath long worn in his bosom: Henceforth, he bade me say, he does beseech you To call him son, for he will call you father; It is an honour, brother, that a subject Cannot but entertain with thankful prayers. Be moderate in your joys: he will in person Confirm my errand, but commands my service. [Exit. Cor. What hope now of your cure? Mel. Stay, stay!What earthquakes Roll in my flesh! Here's prince, and prince, and prince; Prince upon prince! The dotage of my sorrows Revels in magic of ambitious scorn: Be they enchantments deadly as the grave, I'll look upon 'em. Patent, staff, and relic! To the last first. [Taking up the miniature] Round me, ye guarding ministers, And ever keep me waking, till the cliffs That overhang my sight fall off, and leave These hollow spaces to be crammed with dust! Cor. 'Tis time, I see, to fetch the cordial. Prithee, Sit down; I'll instantly be here again. [Exit. Mel. Good, give me leave; I will sit down: indeed, Here's company enough for me to prate to. [Looks at the picture. Eroclea!'tis the same; the cunning arts-man Faltered not in a line. Could he have fashioned A little hollow space here, and blown breath T' have made it move and whisper, 't had been excellent: But, faith, 'tis well, 'tis very well as 'tis, Passing, most passing well. Re-enter CLEOPHILA leading EROCLEA, and followed by RHETIAS. Cleo. The sovereign greatness, Who, by commission from the powers of Heaven, Sways both this land and us, our gracious prince, By me presents you, sir, with this large bounty, A gift more precious to him than his birthright. Here let your cares take end; now set at liberty Your long-imprisoned heart, and welcome home The solace of your soul, too long kept from you. Ero. [Kneeling] Dear sir, you know me? Mel. Yes, thou art my daughter, My eldest blessing. Know thee! why, Eroclea, I never did forget thee in thy absence. Poor soul, how dost? Ero. The best of my well-being Consists in yours. Mel. Stand up: the gods, who hitherto [EROCLEA rises. Have kept us both alive, preserve thee ever! Cleophila, I thank thee and the prince: I thank thee too, Eroclea, that thou wouldst, In pity of my age, take so much pains To live, till I might once more look upon thee, Before I broke my heart: O, 'twas a piece Of piety and duty unexampled! Rhe. [Aside] The good man relisheth his comforts strangely; The sight doth turn me child. Ero. I have not words That can express my joys. Cleo. Nor I. Mel. Nor I: Yet let us gaze on one another freely, And surfeit with our eyes. Let me be plain: If I should speak as much as I should speak, I should talk of a thousand things at once, And all of thee; of thee, my child, of thee! My tears, like ruffling winds locked up in caves, Do bustle for a vent;on t'other side, To fly out into mirth were not so comely. Come hither, let me kiss thee. [To EROCLEA] With a pride, Strength, courage, and fresh blood, which now thy presence Hath stored me with, I kneel before their altars, Whose sovereignty kept guard about thy safety. Ask, ask thy sister, prithee, she will tell thee How I have been much mad. Cleo. Much discontented, Shunning all means that might procure him comfort. Ero. Heaven has at last been gracious. Mel. So say I: But wherefore drop thy words in such a sloth, As if thou wert afraid to mingle truth With thy misfortunes? Understand me throughly; I would not have thee to report at large, From point to point, a journal of thy absence, 'Twill take up too much time; I would securely Engross the little remnant of my life, That thou mightst every day be telling somewhat, Which might convey me to my rest with comfort. Let me bethink me: how we parted first, Puzzles my faint remembrancebut soft Cleophila, thou told'st me that the prince Sent me this present. Cleo. From his own fair hands I did receive my sister. Mel. To requite him, We will not dig his father's grave anew, Although the mention of him much concerns The business we inquire of:as I said, We parted in a hurry at the court; I to this castle, after made my jail. But whither thou, dear heart? Rhe. Now they fall to't; I looked for this. Ero. I, by my uncle's care. Sophronos, my good uncle, suddenly Was like a sailor's boy conveyed a-shipboard That very night. Mel. A policy quick and strange. Ero. The ship was bound for Corinth; whither first, Attended only with your servant Rhetias And all fit necessaries, we arrived: From thence, in habit of a youth, we journeyed To Athens, where, till our return of late, Have we lived safe. Mel. O, what a thing is man, To bandy factions of distempered passions Against the sacred Providence above him! Here, in the legend of thy two years' exile, Rare pity and delight are sweetly mixed. And still thou wert a boy? Ero. So I obeyed My uncle's wise command. Mel. 'Twas safely carried: I humbly thank thy fate. Ero. If earthly treasures Are poured in plenty down from Heaven on mortals, They rain amongst those oracles that flow In schools of sacred knowledge; such is Athens: Yet Athens was to me but a fair prison: The thoughts of you, my sister, country, fortunes, And something of the prince, barred all contents, Which else might ravish sense; for had not Rhetias Been always comfortable to me, certainly Things had gone worse. Mel. Speak low, Eroclea. That "something of the prince" bears danger in it: Yet thou hast travelled, wench, for such endowments As might create a prince a wife fit for him, Had he the world to guide: but touch not there. How cam'st thou home? Rhe. Sir, with your noble favour, Kissing your hand first, that point I can answer. Mel. Honest, right honest Rhetias! Rhe. Your grave brother Perceived with what a hopeless love his son, Lord Menaphon, too eagerly pursued Thamasta, cousin to our present prince; And, to remove the violence of affection, Sent him to Athens, where, for twelve months' space, Your daughter, my young lady, and her cousin, Enjoyed each other's griefs; till by his father, The Lord Sophronos, we were all called home. Mel. Enough, enough: the world shall henceforth witness My thankfulness to Heaven and those people Who have been pitiful to me and mine. Lend me a looking-glass.How now! how came I So courtly, in fresh raiments? Rhe. Here's the glass, sir. [Hands a glass to MELEANDER. Mel. I'm in the trim too.O Cleophila, This was the goodness of thy care and cunning. [Loud music. Whence comes this noise? Rhe. The prince, my lord, in person. [They kneel. Re-enter PALADOR, SOPHRONOS, ARETUS, AMETHUS, MENAPHON, CORAX, THAMASTA, with KALA. Pal. Ye shall not kneel to us; rise all, I charge ye. [They rise. Father, you wrong your age; henceforth my arms [Embracing MELEANDER. And heart shall be your guard: we have o'erheard All passages of your united loves. Be young again, Meleander; live to number A happy generation, and die old In comforts as in years! The offices And honours which I late on thee conferred Are not fantastic bounties, but thy merit: Enjoy them liberally. Mel. My tears must thank ye, For my tongue cannot. Cor. I have kept my promise, And given you a sure cordial. Mel. O, a rare one! Pal. Good man, we both have shared enough of sadness, Though thine has tasted deeper of the extreme: Let us forget it henceforth. Where's the picture I sent ye? Keep it; 'tis a counterfeit; And, in exchange of that, I seize on this, [Takes EROCLEA by the hand. The real substance. With this other hand I give away, before her father's face, His younger joy, Cleophila, to thee, Cousin Amethus: take her, and be to her More than a father, a deserving husband. Thus robbed of both thy children in a minute, They cares are taken off. Mel. My brains are dulled; I am entranced, and know not what you mean. Great, gracious sir, alas, why do you mock me? I am a weak old man, so poor and feeble, That my untoward joints can scarcely creep Unto the grave, where I must seek my rest. Pal. Eroclea was, you know, contracted mine; Cleophila my cousin's, by consent Of both their hearts; we both now claim our own: It only rests in you to give a blessing, For confirmation. Rhe. Sir, 'tis truth and justice. Mel. The gods, that lent ye to me, bless your vows! O, children, children, pay your prayers to Heaven, For they have showed much mercy.But, Sophronos, Thou art my brotherI can say no more A good, good brother! Pal. Leave the rest to time. Cousin Thamasta, I must give you too. She's thy wife, Menaphon.Rhetias, for thee, And Corax, I have more than common thanks. On to the temple! there all solemn rites Performed, a general feast shall be proclaimed. 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