Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BROKEN HEART, by JOHN FORD (1586-1639) First Line: Our scene is sparta. He whose best of art Last Line: The broken heart may be pieced-up again. Subject(s): Love - Complaints; Marriage - Forced; Marriage - Arranged | ||||||||
PROLOGUE. OUR scene is Sparta. He whose best of art Hath drawn this piece calls it THE BROKEN HEART. The title lends no expectation here Of apish laughter, or of some lame jeer At place or persons; no pretended clause Of jests fit for a brothel courts applause From vulgar admiration: such low songs, Tuned to unchaste ears, suit not modest tongues. The virgin-sisters then deserved fresh bays When innocence and sweetness crowned their lays; Then vices gasped for breath, whose whole commérce Was whipped to exile by unblushing verse. This law we keep in our presentment now, Not to take freedom more than we allow; What may be here thought Fiction, when time's youth Wanted some riper years, was known a Truth: In which, if words have clothed the subject right, You may partake a pity with delight. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. AMYCLAS, King of Laconia. ITHOCLES, a Favourite. ORGILUS, Son of Crotolon. BASSANES, a jealous Nobleman. ARMOSTES, a Counsellor of State. CROTOLON, another Counsellor. PROPHILUS, Friend of Ithocles. NEARCHUS, Prince of Argos. TECNICUS. a Philosopher. HEMOPHIL, Courtier. GRONEAS, Courtier. AMELUS, Friend of Nearchus. PHULAS, Servant to Bassanes. Lords, Courtiers, Officers, Attendants, &c. CALANTHA, Daughter of Amyclas. PENTHEA, Sister of Ithocles and Wife of Bassanes. EUPHRANEA, Daughter of Crotolon, a Maid of honour. CHRISTALLA, Maid of honour. PHILEMA, Maid of honour. GRAUSIS, Overseer of Penthea. SCENESPARTA. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I.A Room in CROTOLON'S House Enter CROTOLON and ORGILUS. CROT. Dally not further; I will know the reason That speeds thee to this journey. Org. Reason! good sir, I can yield many. Crot. Give me one, a good one; Such I expect, and ere we part must have: Athens! pray, why to Athens? you intend not To kick against the world, turn cynic, stoic, Or read the logic-lecture, or become An Areopagite, and judge in cases Touching the commonwealth; for, as I take it, The budding of your chin cannot prognosticate So grave an honour. Org. All this I acknowledge. Crot. You do! then, son, if books and love of knowledge Inflame you to this travel, here in Sparta You may as freely study. Org. 'Tis not that, sir. Crot. Not that, sir! As a father, I command thee T' acquaint me with the truth. Org. Thus I obey ye. After so many quarrels as dissension, Fury, and rage had broached in blood, and sometimes With death to such confederates as sided With now-dead Thrasus and yourself, my lord; Our present king, Amyclas, reconciled Your eager swords and sealed a gentle peace: Friends you professed yourselves; which to confirm, A resolution for a lasting league Betwixt your families was entertained, By joining in a Hymenean bond Me and the fair Penthea, only daughter To Thrasus. Crot. What of this? Org. Much, much, dear sir. A freedom of convérse, an interchange Of holy and chaste love, so fixed our souls In a firm growth of union, that no time Can eat into the pledge: we had enjoyed The sweets our vows expected, had not cruelty Prevented all those triumphs we prepared for, By Thrasus his untimely death. Crot. Most certain. Org. From this time sprouted-up that poisonous stalk Of aconite, whose ripened fruit hath ravished All health, all comfort of a happy life; For Ithocles, her brother, proud of youth, And prouder in his power, nourished closely The memory of former discontents, To glory in revenge. By cunning partly, Partly by threats, he woos at once, and forces His virtuous sister to admit a marriage With Bassanes, a nobleman, in honour And riches, I confess, beyond my fortunes. Cort. All this is no sound reason to impórtune My leave for thy departure. Org. Now it follows. Beauteous Penthea, wedded to this torture By an insulting brother, being secretly Compelled to yield her virgin freedom up To him, who never can usurp her heart, Before contracted mine, is now so yoked To a most barbarous thraldrom, misery, Affliction, that he savours not humanity, Whose sorrow melts not into more than pity In hearing but her name. Crot. As how, pray? Org. Bassanes, The man that calls her wife, considers truly What heaven of perfections he is lord of By thinking fair Penthea his: this thought Begets a kind of monster-love, which love Is nurse unto a fear so strong and servile As brands all dotage with a jealousy: All eyes who gaze upon that shrine of beauty He doth resolve do homage to the miracle; Some one, he is assured, may now or then, If opportunity but sort, prevail: So much, out of a self-unworthiness, His fears transport him; not that he finds cause In her obedience, but his own distrust. Crot. You spin-out your discourse. Org. My griefs are violent: For, knowing how the maid was heretofore Courted by me, his jealousies grow wild That I should steal again into her favours, And undermine her virtues; which the gods Know I nor dare nor dream of. Hence, from hence, I undertake a voluntary exile; First, by my absence to take off the cares Of jealous Bassanes; but chiefly, sir, To free Penthea from a hell on earth; Lastly, to lose the memory of something Her presence makes to live in me afresh. Crot. Enough, my Orgilus, enough. To Athens, I give a full consent.Alas, good lady! We shall hear from thee often? Org. Often. Crot. See, Thy sister comes to give a farewell. Enter EUPHRANEA. Euph. Brother! Org. Euphranea, thus upon thy cheeks I print A brother's kiss; more careful of thine honour, Thy health, and thy well-doing, than my life. Before we part, in presence of our father, I must prefer a suit t' ye. Euph. You may style it, My brother, a command. Org. That you will promise Never to pass to any man, however Worthy, your faith, till, with our father's leave, I give a free consent. Crot. An easy motion! I'll promise for her, Orgilus. Org. Your pardon; Euphranea's oath must yield me satisfaction. Euph. By Vesta's sacred fires I swear. Crot. And I, By great Apollo's beams, join in the vow, Not without thy allowance to bestow her On any living. Org. Dear Euphranea, Mistake me not: far, far 'tis from my thought As far from any wish of mine, to hinder Preferment to an honourable bed Or fitting fortune; thou art young and handsome And 'twere injustice,more, a tyranny, Not to advance thy merit: trust me, sister, It shall be my first care to see thee matched As may become thy choice and our contents. I have your oath. Euph. You have. But mean you, brother To leave us, as you say? Crot. Ay, ay, Euphranea: He has just grounds direct him. I will prove A father and a brother to thee. Euph. Heaven Does look into the secrets of all hearts: Gods, you have mercy with ye, else Crot. Doubt nothing; Thy brother will return in safety to us. Org. Souls sunk in sorrows never are without 'em; They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about 'em. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter AMYCLAS, ARMOSTES, PROPHILUS, Courtiers, and Attendants. Amy. The Spartan gods are gracious; our humility Shall bend before their altars, and perfume Their temples with abundant sacrifice. See, lords, Amyclas, your old king, is entering Into his youth again! I shall shake off This silver badge of age, and change this snow For hairs as gay as are Apollo's locks; Our heart leaps in new vigour. Arm. May old time Run back to double your long life, great sir! Amy. It will, it must, Armostes: thy bold nephew, Death-braving Ithocles, brings to our gates Triumphs and peace upon his conquering sword. Laconia is a monarchy at length; Hath in this latter war trod under foot Messene's pride; Messene bows her neck To Lacedæmon's royalty. O, 'twas A glorious victory, and doth deserve More than a chroniclea temple, lords, A temple to the name of Ithocles. Where didst thou leave him, Prophilus? Pro. At Pephon, Most gracious sovereign; twenty of the noblest Of the Messenians there attend your pleasure, For such conditions as you shall propose In setting peace, and liberty of life. Amy. When comes your friend the general? Pro. He promised To follow with all speed convenient. Enter CALANTHA, EUPHRANEA; CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA with a garland; and CROTOLON. Amy. Our daughter!Dear Calantha, the happy news, The conquest of Messene, hath already Enriched thy knowledge. Cal. With the circumstance And manner of the fight, related faithfully By Prophilus himself.But, pray, sir, tell me How doth the youthful general demean His actions in these fortunes? Pro. Excellent princess, Your own fair eyes may soon report a truth Unto your judgment, with what moderation, Calmness of nature, measure, bounds, and limits Of thankfulness and joy, he doth digest Such amplitude of his success as would In others, moulded of a spirit less clear, Advance 'em to comparison with heaven: But Ithocles Cal. Your friend Pro. He is so, madam, In which the period of my fate consists: He, in this firmament of honour, stands Like a star fixed, not moved with any thunder Of popular applause or sudden lightning Of self-opinion; he hath served his country. And thinks 'twas but his duty. Crot. You describe A miracle of man. Amy. Such, Crotolon, On forfeit of a king's word, thou wilt find him. [Flourish. Hark, warning of his coming! all attend him. Enter ITHOCLES, ushered in by the Lords, and followed by HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS. Return into these arms, thy home, thy sanctuary, Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosom, Mine own, own Ithocles! Ith. Your humblest subject. Arm. Proud of the blood I claim an interest in, As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee, Right noble nephew. Ith. Sir, your love's too partial. Crot. Our country speaks by me, who by thy valour, Wisdom, and service, shares in this great action; Returning thee, in part of thy due merits, A general welcome. Ith. You exceed in bounty. Cal. Christalla, Philema, the chaplet. [Takes the chaplet from them.]Ithocles, Upon the wings of fame the singular And chosen fortune of an high attempt Is borne so past the view of common sight, That I myself with mine own hands have wrought, To crown thy temples, this provincial garland: Accept, wear, and enjoy it as our gift Deserved, not purchased. Ith. You're a royal maid. Amy. She is in all our daughter. Ith. Let me blush, Acknowledging how poorly I have served, What nothings I have done, compared with the honours Heaped on the issue of a willing mind; In that lay mine ability, that only: For who is he so sluggish from his birth, So little worthy of a name or country, That owes not out of gratitude for life A debt of service, in what kind soever Safety or counsel of the commonwealth Requires, for payment? Cal. He speaks truth. Ith. Whom heaven Is pleased to style victorious, there to such Applause runs madding, like the drunken priests In Bacchus' sacrifices, without reason Voicing the leader-on a demi-god; Whenas, indeed, each common soldier's blood Drops down as current coin in that hard purchase As his whose much more delicate condition Hath sucked the milk of ease: judgment commands, But resolution executes. I use not, Before this royal presence, these fit slights As in contempt of such as can direct; My speech hath other end; not to attribute All praise to one man's fortune, which is strengthened By many hands: for instance, here is Prophilus, A gentlemanI cannot flatter truth Of much desert; and, though in other rank, Both Hemophil and Groneas were not missing To wish their country's peace; for, in a word, All there did strive their best, and 'twas our duty. Amy. Courtiers turn soldiers!We vouchsafe our hand. [HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS kiss his hand. Observe our great example. Hem. With all diligence. Gron. Obsequiously and hourly. Amy. Some repose After these toils is needful. We must think on Conditions for the conquered; they expect 'em. On!Come, my Ithocles. Euph. Sir, with your favour, I need not a supporter. Pro. Fate instructs me. [Exit AMYCLAS attended, ITHOCLES, CALANTHA, &c. As CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA are following CALANTHA they are detained by HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS. Chris. With me? Phil. Indeed I dare not stay. Hem. Sweet lady. Soldiers are blunt,your lip. [Kisses her. Chris. Fie, this is rudeness: You went not hence such creatures. Gro. Spirit of valour Is of a mounting nature. Phil. It appears so. Pray, in earnest, how many men apiece Have you two been the death of? Gro. 'Faith, not many; We were composed of mercy. Hem. For our daring, You heard the general's approbation Before the king. Chris. You "wished your country's peace;" That showed your charity: where are your spoils, Such as the soldier fights for? Phil. They are coming. Chris. By the next carrier, are they not? Gro. Sweet Philema, When I was in the thickest of mine enemies, Slashing off one man's head, another's nose, Another's arms and legs, Phil. And all together. Gro. Then would I with a sigh remember thee, And cry "Dear Philema, 'tis for thy sake I do these deeds of wonder!"dost not love me With all thy heart now? Phil. Now as heretofore. I have not put my love to use; the principal Will hardly yield an interest. Gro. By Mars, I'll marry thee! Phil. By Vulcan, you're forsworn, Except my mind do alter strangely. Gro. One word. Chris. You lie beyond all modesty:forbear me. Hem. I'll make thee mistress of a city; 'tis Mine own by conquest. Chris. By petition; sue for't In formâ pauperis.City! kennel.Gallants! Off with your feathers, put on aprons, gallants; Learn to reel, thrum, or trim a lady's dog, And be good quiet souls of peace, hobgoblins! Hem. Christalla! Chris. Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the acrons.Soldiers! corncutters, But not so valiant; they ofttimes draw blood, Which you durst never do. When you have practised More wit or more civility, we'll rank ye I' the list of men: till then, brave things-at-arms, Dare not to speak to us,most potent Groneas! Phil. And Hemophil the hardy!at your services. [Exeunt CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA, Gro. They scorn us, as they did before we went. Hem. Hang 'em! let us scorn them, and be revenged. Gro. Shall we? Hem. We will: and when we slight them thus, Instead of following them, they'll follow us; It is a woman's nature. Gro. 'Tis a scurvy one. [Exeunt. SCENE III.The Gardens of the Palace. A Grove. Enter TECNICUS, and ORGILUS disguised like one of his Scholars. Tec. Tempt not the stars; young man, thou canst not With the severity of fate: this change [play Of habit and disguise in outward view Hides not the secrets of thy soul within thee From their quick-piercing eyes, which dive at all times Down to thy thoughts: in thy aspéct I note A consequence of danger. Org. Give me leave, Grave Tecnicus, without foredooming destiny, Under thy roof to ease my silent griefs, By applying to my hidden wounds the balm Of thy oraculous lectures. If my fortune Run such a crookèd by-way as to wrest My steps to ruin, yet thy learnèd precepts Shall call me back and set my footings straight. I will not court the world. Tec. Ah, Orgilus, Neglects in young men of delights and life Run often to extremities; they care not For harms to others who contemn their own. Org. But I, most learnèd artist, am not so much At odds with nature that I grudge the thrift Of any true deserver; nor doth malice Of present hopes so check them with despair As that I yield to thought of more affliction Than what is incident to frailty: wherefore Impute not this retirèd course of living Some little time to any other cause Than what I justly render,the information Of an unsettled mind; as the effect Must clearly witness. Tec. Spirit of truth inspire thee! On these conditions I conceal thy change, And willingly admit thee for an auditor. I'll to my study. Org. I to contemplations In these delightful walks. [Exit TECNICUS. Thus metamorphosed I may without suspicion hearken after Penthea's usage and Euphranea's faith. Love, thou art full of mystery! the deities Themselves are not secure in searching out The secrets of those flames, which, hidden, waste A breast made tributary to the laws Of beauty: physic yet hath never found A remedy to cure a lover's wound. Ha! who are those that cross yon private walk Into the shadowing grove in amorous foldings? PROPHILUS passes by, supporting EUPHRANEA and whispering. My sister! O, my sister! 'tis Euphranea With Prophilus: supported too! I would It were an apparition! Prophilus Is Ithocles his friend: it strangely puzzles me. Re-enter PROPHILUS and EUPHRANEA. Again! help me, my book; this scholar's habit Must stand my privilege: my mind is busy, Mine eyes and ears are open. [Walks aside, pretending to read. Pro. Do not waste The span of this stol'n time, lent by the gods For precious use, in niceness. Bright Euphranea, Should I repeat old vows, or study new, For purchase of belief to my desires, Org. [Aside] Desires! Pro. My service, my integrity, Org. [Aside] That's better. Pro. I should but repeat a lesson Oft conned without a prompter but thine eyes: My love is honourable. Org. [Aside] So was mine To my Penthea, chastely honourable. Pro. Nor wants there more addition to my wish Of happiness than having thee a wife; Already sure of Ithocles, a friend Firm and unalterable. Org. [Aside] But a brother More cruel than the grave. Euph. What can you look for, In answer to your noble protestations, From an unskilful maid, but language suited To a divided mind? Org. [Aside] Hold out, Euphranea! Euph. Know, Prophilus, I never undervalued, From the first time you mentioned worthy love, Your merit, means, or person: it had been A fault of judgment in me, and a dulness In my affections, not to weigh and thank My better stars that offered me the grace Of so much blissfulness. For, to speak truth, The law of my desires kept equal pace With yours; nor have I left that resolution: But only, in a word, whatever choice Lives nearest in my heart must first procure Consent both from my father and my brother, Ere he can own me his. Org. [Aside] She is forsworn else. Pro. Leave me that task. Euph. My brother, ere he parted To Athens, had my oath. Org. [Aside] Yes, yes, he had, sure. Pro. I doubt not, with the means the court supplies, But to prevail at pleasure. Org. [Aside] Very likely! Pro. Meantime, best, dearest, I may build my hopes On the foundation of thy constant sufferance In any opposition. Euph. Death shall sooner Divorce life and the joys I have in living Than my chaste vows from truth. Pro. On thy fair hand I seal the like. Org. [Aside] There is no faith in woman. Passion, O, be contained! my very heart-strings Are on the tenters. Euph. Sir, we are overheard. Cupid protect us! 'twas a stirring, Of some one near. Pro. Your fears are needless, lady; None have access into these private pleasures Except some near in court, or bosom-student From Tecnicus his oratory, granted By special favour lately from the king Unto the grave philosopher. Euph. Methinks I hear one talking to himself,I see him. Pro. 'Tis a poor scholar, as I told you, lady. Org. [Aside] I am discovered.[Half aloud to himself, as if studying] Say it; is it possible, With a smooth tongue, a leering countenance, Flattery, or force of reasonI come t'ye, sir To turn or to appease the raging sea? Answer to that.Your art! what art? to catch And hold fast in a net the sun's small atoms? No, no; they'll out, they'll out: ye may as easily Outrun a cloud driven by a northern blast As fiddle-faddle so! Peace, or speak sense. Euph. Call you this thing a scholar? 'las, he's lunatic. Pro. Observe him, sweet; 'tis but his recreation. Org. But will you hear a little? You're so tetchy, You keep no rule in argument: philosophy Works not upon impossibilities, But natural conclusions.Mew!absurd! The metaphysics are but speculations Of the celestial bodies, or such accidents As not mixed perfectly, in the air engendered, Appear to us unnatural; that's all. Prove it; yet, with a reverence to your gravity, All balk illiterate sauciness, submitting My sole opinion to the touch of writers. Pro. Now let us fall in with him. [They come forward. Org. Ha, ha, ha! These apish boys, when they but taste the grammates And principles of theory, imagine They can oppose their teachers. Confidence Leads many into errors. Pro. By your leave, sir. Euph. Are you a scholar, friend? Org. I am, gay creature, With pardon of your deities, a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then; The sun shines on me too, I thank his beams! Sometime I feel their warmth; and eat and sleep. Pro. Does Tecnicus read to thee? Org. Yes, forsooth, He is my master surely; yonder door Opens upon his study. Pro. Happy creatures! Such people toil not, sweet, in heats of state, Nor sink in thaws of greatness; their affections Keep order with the limits of their modesty; Their love is love of virtue.What's thy name? Org. Aplotes, sumptuous master, a poor wretch. Euph. Dost thou want anything? Org. Books, Venus, books. Pro. Lady, a new conceit comes in my thought, And most available for both our comforts. Euph. My lord, Pro. Whiles I endeavour to deserve Your father's blessing to our loves, this scholar May daily at some certain hours attend, What notice I can write of my success, Here in this grove, and give it to your hands; The like from you to me: so can we never, Barred of our mutual speech, want sure intelligence, And thus our hearts may talk when our tongues cannot. Euph. Occasion is most favourable; use it. Pro. Aplotes, wilt thou wait us twice a-day, At nine i' the morning and at four at night, Here in this bower, to convey such letters As each shall send to other? Do it willingly, Safely, and secretly, and I will furnish Thy study, or what else thou canst desire. Org. Jove, make me thankful, thankful, I beseech thee, Propitious Jove! I will prove sure and trusty: You will not fail me books? Pro. Nor aught besides Thy heart can wish. This lady's name's Euphranea, Mine Prophilus. Org. I have a pretty memory; It must prove my best friend. I will not miss One minute of the hours appointed. Pro. Write The books thou wouldst have bought thee in a note, Or take thyself some money. Org. No, no, money; Money to scholars is a spirit invisible, We dare not finger it: or books, or nothing. Pro. Books of what sort thou wilt: do not forget Our names. Org. I warrant ye, I warrant ye. Pro. Smile, Hymen, on the growth of our desires; We'll feed thy torches with eternal fires! [Exeunt PROPHILUS and EUPHRANEA. Org. Put out thy torches, Hymen, or their light Shall meet a darkness of eternal night! Inspire me, Mercury, with swift deceits. Ingenious Fate has leapt into mine arms, Beyond the compass of my brain. Mortality Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach The riddles which are purposed by the gods. Great arts best write themselves in their own stories; They die too basely who outlive their glories. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.A Room in BASSANES' House. Enter BASSANES and PHULAS. BASS. I'll have that window next the street dammed up; It gives too full a prospect to temptation, And courts a gazer's glances: there 's lust Committed by the eye, that sweats and travails, Plots, wakes, contrives, till the deformèd bear-whelp, Adultery, be licked into the act, The very act: that light shall be dammed up; D'ye hear, sir? Phu. I do hear, my lord; a mason Shall be provided suddenly. Bass. Some rogue, Some rogue of your confederacy,factor For slaves and strumpets!to convey close packets From this spruce springal and the t'other youngster; That gaudy earwig, or my lord your patron, Whose pensioner you are.I'll tear thy throat out, Son of a cat, ill-looking hound's-head, rip-up Thy ulcerous maw, if I but scent a paper, A scroll, but half as big as what can cover A wart upon thy nose, a spot, a pimple, Directed to my lady; it may prove A mystical preparative to lewdness. Phu. Care shall be had: I will turn every thread About me to an eye.[Aside] Here's a sweet life! Bass. The city housewives, cunning in the traffic Of chamber merchandise, set all at price By wholesale; yet they wipe their mouths and simper, Cull, kiss, and cry "sweetheart," and stroke the head Which they have branched; and all is well again! Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs Stuck on their foreheads. Phu. 'Tis a villainous world; One cannot hold his own in't. Bass. Dames at court, Who flaunt in riots, run another bias; Their pleasure heaves the patient ass that suffers Up on the stilts of office, titles, incomes; Promotion justifies the shame, and sues for't. Poor honour, thou art stabbed, and bleed'st to death By such unlawful hire! The country mistress Is yet more wary, and in blushes hides Whatever trespass draws her troth to guilt But all are false: on this truth I am bold, No woman but can fall, and doth, or would. Now for the newest news about the city; What blab the voices, sirrah? Phu. O, my lord, The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news That ever Bass. Hey-day! up and ride me, rascal! What is't? Phu. Forsooth, they say the king has mewed All his gray beard, instead of which is budded Another of a pure carnation colour, Speckled with green and russet. Bass. Ignorant block! Phu. Yes, truly; and 'tis talked about the streets, That since Lord Ithocles came home, the lions Never left roaring, at which noise the bears Have danced their very hearts out. Bass. Dance out thine too. Phu. Besides, Lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Upon a fiery dragon, and 'tis thought He never can return. Bass. Grant it, Apollo! Phu. Moreover, please your lordship, 'tis reported For certain, that whoever is found jealous Without apparent proof that's wife is wanton Shall be divorced: but this is but she-news; I had it from a midwife. I have more yet. Bass. Antic, no more! idiots and stupid fools Grate my calamities. Why to be fair Should yield presumption of a faulty soul Look to the doors. Phu. The horn of plenty crest him! [Aside, and exit Bass. Swarms of confusion huddle in my thoughts In rare distemper.Beauty! O, it is An unmatched blessing or a horrid curse. She comes, she comes! so shoots the morning forth, Spangled with pearls of transparent dew. The way to poverty is to be rich, As I in her am wealthy; but for her, In all contents a bankrupt. Enter PENTHEA and GRAUSIS. Loved Penthea! How fares my heart's best joy? Grau. In sooth, not well, She is so over-sad. Bass. Leave chattering, magpie. Thy brother is returned, sweet, safe, and honoured With a triumphant victory; thou shalt visit him: We will to court, where, if it be thy pleasure, Thou shalt appear in such a ravishing lustre Of jewels above value, that the dames Who brave it there, in rage to be outshined, Shall hide them in their closets, and unseen Fret in their tears; whiles every wondering eye Shall crave none other brightness but thy presence. Choose thine own recreations; be a queen Of what delights thou fanciest best, what company, What place, what times; do anything, do all things Youth can command, so thou wilt chase these clouds From the pure firmament of thy fair looks. Grau. Now 'tis well said, my lord.What, lady! laugh, Be merry; time is precious. Bass. [Aside] Furies whip thee! Pen. Alas, my lord, this language to your hand-maid Sounds as would music to the deaf; I need No braveries nor cost of art to draw The whiteness of my name into offence: Let such, if any such there are, who covet A curiosity of admiration, By laying-out their plenty to full view, Appear in gaudy outsides; my attires Shall suit the inward fashion of my mind; From which, if your opinion, nobly placed, Change not the livery your words bestow, My fortunes with my hopes are at the highest. Bass. This house, methinks, stands somewhat too much inward, It is too melancholy; we'll remove Nearer the court: or what thinks my Penthea Of the delightful island we command? Rule me as thou canst wish. Pen. I am no mistress: Whither you please, I must attend; all ways Are alike pleasant to me. Grau. Island; prison! A prison is as gaysome: we'll no islands; Marry, out upon 'em! whom shall we see there? Sea-gulls, and porpoises, and water-rats, And crabs, and mews, and dog-fish; goodly gear For a young lady's dealing,or an old one's! On no terms islands; I'll be stewed first. Bass. [Aside to GRAUSIS] Grausis, You are a juggling bawd.This sadness, sweetest, Becomes not youthful blood.[Aside to GRAUSIS] I.'ll have you pounded. For my sake put on a more cheerful mirth; Thou'lt mar thy cheeks, and make me old in griefs. [Aside to GRAUSIS] Damnable bitch-fox! Grau. I am thick of hearing, Still, when the wind blows southerly.What think ye, If your fresh lady breed young bones, my lord! Would not a chopping boy d'ye good at heart? But, as you said Bass. [Aside to GRAUSIS] I'll spit thee on a stake, Or chop thee into collops! Grau. Pray, speak louder. Sure, sure the wind blows south still. Pen. Thou prat'st madly. Bass. 'Tis very hot; I sweat extremely. Re-enter PHULAS. Now? Phu. A herd of lords, sir. Bass. Ha! Phu. A flock of ladies. Bass. Where? Phu. Shoals of horses. Bass. Peasant, how? Phu. Caroches In drifts; the one enter, the other stand without, sir: And now I vanish. [Exit. Enter PROPHILUS, HEMOPHIL, GRONEAS, CHRISTALLA, and PHILEMA. Pro. Noble Bassanes! Bass. Most welcome, Prophilus; ladies, gentlemen, To all my heart is open; you all honour me, [Aside] A tympany swells in my head already, Honour me bountifully.[Aside] How they flutter, Wagtails and jays together! Pro. From your brother By virtue of your love to him, I require Your instant presence, fairest. Pen. He is well, sir? Pro. The gods preserve him ever! Yet, dear beauty, I find some alteration in him lately, Since his return to Sparta.My good lord, I pray, use no delay. Bass. We had not needed An invitation, if his sister's health Had not fall'n into question.Haste, Penthea, Slack not a minute.Lead the way, good Prophilus; I'll follow step by step. Pro. Your arm, fair madam. [Exeunt all but BASSANES and GRAUSIS. Bass. One word with your old bawdship: th' hadst been better Railed at the sins thou worshipp'st than have thwarted My will: I'll use thee cursedly Grau. You dote, You are beside yourself. A politician In jealousy? no, you're too gross, too vulgar. Pish, teach not me my trade; I know my cue: My crossing you sinks me into her trust, By which I shall know all; my trade's a sure one. Bass. Forgive me, Grausis, 'twas consideration I relished not; but have a care now. Grau. Fear not, am no new-come-to't. Bass. Thy life's upon it, And so is mine. My agonies are infinite. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Palace. ITHOCLES' Apartment. Enter ITHOCLES. Ith. Ambition! 'tis of vipers' breed: it gnaws A passage through the womb that gave it motion. Ambition, like a seelèd dove, mounts upward, Higher and higher still, to perch on clouds, But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin. So squibs and crackers fly into the air, Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish In stench and smoke. Morality, applied To timely practice, keeps the soul in tune, At whose sweet music all our actions dance: But this is formed of books and school-tradition; It physics not the sickness of a mind Broken with griefs: strong fevers are not eased With counsel, but with best receipts and means; Means, speedy means and certain; that's the cure. Enter ARMOSTES and CROTOLON. Arm. You stick, Lord Crotolon, upon a point Too nice and too unnecessary; Prophilus Is every way desertful. I am confident Your wisdom is too ripe to need instruction From your son's tutelage. Crot. Yet not so ripe, My Lord Armostes, that it dare to dote Upon the painted meat of smooth persuasion, Which tempts me to a breach of faith. Ith. Not yet Resolved, my lord? Why, if your son's consent Be so available, we'll write to Athens For his repair to Sparta: the king's hand Will join with our desires; he has been moved to't. Arm. Yes, and the king himself impórtuned Crotolon For a dispatch. Crot. Kings may command; their wills Are laws not to be questioned. Ith. By this marriage You knit an union so devout, so hearty, Between your loves to me and mine to yours, As if mine own blood had an interest in it; For Prophilus is mine, and I am his. Crot. My lord, my lord! Ith. What, good sir? speak your thought. Crot. Had this sincerity been real once, My Orgilus had not been now unwived, Nor your lost sister buried in a bride-bed: Your uncle here, Armostes, knows this truth; For had your father Thrasus lived,but peace Dwell in his grave! I've done. Arm. You're bold and bitter. Ith. [Aside]. He presses home the injury; it smarts. No reprehensions, uncle; I deserve 'em, Yet, gentle sir, consider what the heat Of an unsteady youth, a giddy brain, Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind and as uncertain, Might lead a boy in years to:'twas a fault, A capital fault; for then I could not dive Into the secrets of commanding love; Since when experience, by the extremes in others, Hath forced me collectand, trust me, Crotolon, I will redeem those wrongs with any service Your satisfaction can require for current. Arm. The acknowledgment is satisfaction: What would you more? Crot. I'm conquered: if Euphranea Herself admit the motion, let it be so; I doubt not my son's liking. Ith. Use my fortunes, Life, power, sword, and heart,all are your own. Arm. The princess, with your sister. Enter CALANTHA, PENTHEA, EUPHRANEA, CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA, GRAUSIS, BASSANES, and PROPHILUS. Cal. I present ye A stranger here in court, my lord; for did not Desire of seeing you draw her abroad, We had not been made happy in her company. Ith. You are a gracious princess.Sister, wedlock Holds too severe a passion in your nature, Which can engross all duty to your husband, Without attendance on so dear a mistress. [To BASSANES] 'Tis not my brother's pleasure, I presume, T' immure her in a chamber. Bass. 'Tis her will; She governs her own hours. Noble Ithocles, We thank the gods for your success and welfare: Our lady has of late been indisposed, Else we had waited on you with the first. Ith. How does Penthea now? Pen. You best know, brother, From whom my health and comforts are derived. Bass. [Aside.] I like the answer well; 'tis sad and modest. There may be tricks yet, tricks.Have an eye, Grausis! Cal. Now, Crotolon, the suit we joined in must not Fall by too long demur. Crot. 'Tis granted, princess, For my part. Arm. With condition, that his son Favour the contract. Cal. Such delay is easy. The joys of marriage make thee, Prophilus, A proud deserver of Euphranea's love, And her of thy desert! Pro. Most sweetly gracious! Bass. The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures;no restoratives Like to a constant woman![Aside] But where is she? 'Twould puzzle all the gods but to create Such a new monster.I can speak by proof, For I rest in Elysium; 'tis my happiness. Crot. Euphranea, how are you resolved, speak freely, In your affections to this gentleman? Euph. Nor more nor less than as his love assures me; Whichif your liking with my brother's warrants I cannot but approve in all points worthy. Crot. So, so![To PROPHILUS] I know your answer. Ith. 'T had been pity To sunder hearts so equally consented. Enter HEMOPHIL. Hem. The king, Lord Ithocles, commands your presence; And, fairest princess, yours. Cal. We will attend him. Enter GRONEAS. Gro. Where are the lords? all must unto the king Without delay: the Prince of Argos Cal. Well, sir? Gro. Is coming to the court, sweet lady. Cal. How The Prince of Argos? Gro. 'Twas my fortune, madam, T' enjoy the honour of these happy tidings. Ith. Penthea! Pen. Brother? Ith. Let me an hour hence Meet you alone within the palace-grove; I have some secret with you.Prithee, friend, Conduct her thither, and have special care The walks be cleared of any to disturb us. Pro. I shall. Bass. [Aside] How's that? Ith. Alone, pray be alone. I am your creature, princess.On, my lords! [Exeunt all but BASSANES. Bass. Alone! alone! what means that word "alone"? Why might not I be there?hum!he's her brother. Brothers and sisters are but flesh and blood, And this same whoreson court-ease is temptation To a rebellion in the veins;besides, His fine friend Prophilus must be her guardian: Why may not he dispatch a business nimbly Before the other come?orpandering, pandering For one another,be't to sister, mother, Wife, cousin, anything,'mongst youths of mettle Is in request; it is sostubborn fate! But if I be a cuckold, and can know it, I will be fell, and fell. Re-enter GRONEAS. Gro. My lord, you're called for. Bass. Most heartily I thank ye. Where's my wife, pray? Gro. Retired amongst the ladies. Bass. Still I thank ye. There's an old waiter with her; saw you her too? Gro. She sits i' the presence-lobby fast asleep, sir. Bass. Asleep! asleep, sir! Gro. Is your lordship troubled? You will not to the king? Bass. Your humblest vassal. Gro. Your servant, my good lord. Bass. I wait your footsteps. [Exeunt. SCENE III.The Gardens of the Palace. A Grove. Enter PROPHILUS and PENTHEA. Pro. In this walk, lady, will your brother find you: And, with your favour, give me leave a little To work a preparation. In his fashion I have observed of late some kind of slackness To such alacrity as nature once And custom took delight in; sadness grows Upon his recreations, which he hoards In such a willing silence, that to question The grounds will argue little skill in friendship, And less good manners. Pen. Sir, I'm not inquisitive Of secrecies without an invitation. Pro. With pardon, lady, not a syllable Of mine implies so rude a sense; the drift Enter ORGILUS, disguised as before. [To Org.] Do thy best To make this lady merry for an hour. Org. Your will shall be a law, sir. [Exit PROPHILUS. Pen. Prithee, leave me; I have some private thoughts I would account with; Use thou thine own. Org. Speak on, fair nymph; our souls Can dance as well to music of the spheres As any's who have feasted with the gods. Pen. Your school-terms are too troublesome. Org. What Heaven Refines mortality from dross of earth But such as uncompounded beauty hallows With glorified perfection? Pen. Set thy wits In a less wild proportion. Org. Time can never On the white table of unguilty faith Write counterfeit dishonour; turn those eyes, The arrows of pure love, upon that fire, Which once rose to a flame, perfumed with vows As sweetly scented as the incense smoking On Vesta's altars, ........ ... the holiest odours, virgin's tears, .... sprinkled, like dews, to feed them And to increase their fervour. Pen. Be not frantic, Org. All pleasures are but mere imagination, Feeding the hungry appetite with steam And sight of banquet, whilst the body pines, Not relishing the real taste of food: Such is the leanness of a heart divided From intercourse of troth-contracted loves; No horror should deface that precious figure Sealed with the lively stamp of equal souls. Pen. Away! some Fury hath bewitched thy tongue: The breath of ignorance, that flies from thence, Ripens a knowledge in me of afflictions Above all sufferance.Thing of talk, begone! Begone, without reply! Org. Be just, Penthea, In thy commands; when thou send'st forth a doom Of banishment, know first on whom it lights. Thus I take off the shroud, in which my cares Are folded up from view of common eyes. [Throws off his Scholar's dress. What is thy sentence next? Pen. Rash man! thou lay'st A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard Of thy too-desperate life: yet I profess, By all the laws of ceremonious wedlock, I have not given admittance to one thought Of female change since cruelty enforced Divorce betwixt my body and my heart. Why would you fall from goodness thus? Org. O, rather Examine me, how I could live to say I have been much, much wronged. 'Tis for thy sake I put on this imposture: dear Penthea, If thy soft bosom be not turned to marble, Thou'lt pity our calamities; my interest Confirms me thou art mine still. Pen. Lend your hand; With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it, Thus kneel before ye. [PENTHEA kneels. Org. You instruct my duty. [ORGILUS kneels. Pen. We may stand up. [They rise.] Have you aught else to urge Of new demand? as for the old, forget it; 'Tis buried in an everlasting silence, And shall be, shall be ever: what more would ye? Org. I would possess my wife; the equity Of very reason bids me. Pen. Is that all? Org. Why, 'tis the all of me, myself. Pen. Remove Your steps some distance from me:at this space A few words I dare change; but first put on Your borrowed shape. Org. You are obeyed; 'tis done. [He resumes his disguise. Pen. How, Orgilus, by promise I was thine The heavens do witness; they can witness too A rape done on my truth: how I do love thee Yet, Orgilus, and yet, must best appear In tendering thy freedom; for I find The constant preservation of thy merit, By thy not daring to attempt my fame With injury of any loose conceit, Which might give deeper wounds to discontents. Continue this fair race: then, though I cannot Add to thy comfort, yet I shall more often Remember from what fortune I am fall'n, And pity mine own ruin.Live, live happy, Happy in thy next choice, that thou mayst people This barren age with virtues in thy issue! And O, when thou art married, think on me With mercy, not contempt! I hope thy wife, Hearing my story, will not scorn my fall. Now let us part. Org. Part! yet advise thee better: Penthea is the wife to Orgilus, And ever shall be. Pen. Never shall nor will. Org. How! Pen. Hear me; in a word I'll tell thee why. The virgin-dowry which my birth bestowed Is ravished by another; my true love Abhors to think that Orgilus deserved No better favours than a second bed. Org. I must not take this reason. Pen. To confirm it; Should I outlive my bondage, let me meet Another worse than this and less desired, If, of all men alive, thou shouldst but touch My lip or hand again! Org. Penthea, now I tell ye, you grow wanton in my sufferance: Come, sweet, thou'rt mine. Pen. Uncivil sir, forbear! Or I can turn affection into vengeance; Your reputation, if you value any, Lies bleeding at my feet. Unworthy man, If ever henceforth thou appear in language, Message, or letter, to betray my frailty, I'll call thy former protestations lust, And curse my stars for forfeit of my judgment. Go thou, fit only for disguise, and walks, To hide thy shame: this once I spare thy life. I laugh at mine own confidence; my sorrows By thee are made inferior to my fortunes. If ever thou didst harbour worthy love, Dare not to answer. My good genius guide me, That I may never see thee more!Go from me! Org. I'll tear my veil of politic French off, And stand up like a man resolved to do: Action, not words, shall show me.O Penthea! [Exit. Pen. He sighed my name, sure, as he parted from me: I fear I was too rough. Alas, poor gentleman He looked not like the ruins of his youth, But like the ruins of those ruins. Honour, How much we fight with weakness to preserve thee! [Walks aside. Enter BASSANES and GRAUSIS. Bass Fie on thee! damn thee, rotten maggot, damn thee! Sleep? sleep at court? and now? Aches, convulsions, Imposthumes, rheums, gouts, palsies, clog thy bones A dozen years more yet! Grau. Now you're in humours. Bass. She's by herself, there's hope of that; she's sad too; She's in strong contemplation; yes, and fixed: The signs are wholesome. Gau. Very wholesome, truly. Bass. Hold your chops, nightmare!Lady, come; your brother Is carried to his closet; you must thither. Pen. Not well, my lord? Bass. A sudden fit; 'twill off! Some surfeit or disorder.How dost, dearest? Pen. Your news is none o' the best. Re-enter PROPHILUS. Pro. The chief of men, The excellentest Ithocles, desires Your presence, madam. Bass. We are hasting to him. Pen. In vain we labour in this course of life To piece our journey out at length, or crave Respite of breath: our home is in the grave. Bass. Perfect philosophy! Pen. Then let us care To live so, that our reckonings may fall even When we're to make account. Pro. He cannot fear Who builds on noble grounds: sickness or pain Is the deserver's exercise; and such Your virtuous brother to the world is known. Speak comfort to him, lady; be all gentle: Stars fall but in the grossness of our sight; A good man dying, the earth doth lose a light. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.The Study of TECNICUS. Enter TECNICUS, and ORGILUS in his usual dress. TEC. Be well advised; let not a resolution Of giddy rashness choke the breath of reason. Org. It shall not, most sage master. Tec. I am jealous; For if the borrowed shape so late put on Inferred a consequence, we must conclude Some violent design of sudden nature Hath shook that shadow off, to fly upon A new-hatched execution. Orgilus, Take heed thou hast not, under our integrity, Shrouded unlawful plots; our mortal eyes Pierce not the secrets of your heart, the gods Are only privy to them. Org. Learnèd Tecnicus, Such doubts are causeless; and, to clear the truth From misconceit, the present state commands me. The Prince of Argos comes himself in person In quest of great Calantha for his bride, Our kingdom's heir; besides, mine only sister, Euphranea, is disposed to Prophilus; Lastly, the king is sending letters for me To Athens, for my quick repair to court: Please to accept these reasons. Tec. Just ones, Orgilus, Not to be contradicted: yet beware Of an unsure foundation; no fair colours Can fortify a building faintly jointed. I have observed a growth in thy aspéct Of dangerous extent, sudden, andlook to't I might add, certain Org. My aspéct! could art Run through mine inmost thoughts, it should not sift An inclination there more than what suited With justice of mine honour. Tec. I believe it. But know then, Orgilus, what honour is: Honour consists not in a bare opinion By doing any act that feeds content, Brave in appearance, 'cause we think it brave; Such honour comes by accident, not nature, Proceeding from the vices of our passion, Which makes our reason drunk: but real honour Is the reward of virtue, and acquired By justice, or by valour which for basis Hath justice to uphold it. He then fails In honour, who for lucre or revenge Commits thefts, murders, treasons, and adulteries, With suchlike, by intrenching on just laws, Whose sovereignty is best preserved by justice. Thus, as you see how honour must be grounded On knowledge, not opinion,for opinion Relies on probability and accident, But knowledge on necessity and truth, I leave thee to the fit consideration Of what becomes the grace of real honour, Wishing success to all thy virtuous meanings. Org. The gods increase thy wisdom, reverend oracle, And in thy precepts make me ever thrifty! Tec. I thank thy wish. [Exit ORGILUS. Much mystery of fate Lies hid in that man's fortunes; curiosity May lead his actions into rare attempts: But let the gods be moderators still; No human power can prevent their will. Enter ARMOSTES with a casket. From whence come ye? Arm. From King Amyclas,pardon My interruption of your studies.Here, In this sealed box, he sends a treasure to you, Dear to him as his crown: he prays your gravity, You would examine, ponder, sift, and bolt The pith and circumstance of every tittle The scroll within contains. Tec. What is't, Armostes? Arm. It is the health of Sparta, the king's life, Sinews and safety of the commonwealth; The sum of what the oracle delivered When last he visited the prophetic temple At Delphos: what his reasons are, for which, After so long a silence, he requires Your counsel now, grave man, his majesty Will soon himself acquaint you with. Tec. Apollo [He takes the casket. Inspire my intellect!The Prince of Argos Is entertained? Arm. He is; and has demanded Our princess for his wife; which I conceive One special cause the king impórtunes you For resolution of the oracle. Tec. My duty to the king, good peace to Sparta, And fair day to Armostes! Arm. Like to Tecnicus! [Exeunt. SCENE II.The Palace. ITHOCLES' Apartment. Soft music. A song within, during which PROPHILUS, BASSANES, PENTHEA, and GRAUSIS pass over the stage. BASSANES and GRAUSIS re-enter softly, and listen in different places. SONG. Can you paint a thought? or number Every fancy in a slumber? Can you count soft minutes roving From a dial's point by moving? Can you grasp a sigh? or, lastly, Rob a virgin's honour chastely? No, O, no! yet you may Sooner do both that and this, This and that, and never miss, Than by any praise display Beauty's beauty; such a glory, As beyond all fate, all story, All arms, all arts, All loves, all hearts, Greater than those or they, Do, shall, and must obey. Bass. All silent, calm, secure.Grausis, no creaking? No noise? dost hear nothing? Grau. Not a mouse, Or whisper of the wind. Bass. The floor is matted; The bedposts sure are steel or marble.Soldiers Should not affect, methinks, strains so effeminate: Sounds of such delicacy are but fawnings Upon the sloth of luxury, they heighten Cinders of covert lust up to a flame. Grau. What do you mean, my lord?speak low; that gabbling Of yours will but undo us. Bass. Chamber-combats Are felt, not heard. Pro. [Within] He wakes. Bass. What's that? Ith. [Within] Who's there? Sister?All quit the room else. Bass. 'Tis consented! Re-enter PROPHILUS. Pro. Lord Bassanes, your brother would be private, We must forbear; his sleep hath newly left him. Please ye withdraw. Bass. By any means; 'tis fit. Pro. Pray, gentlewoman, walk too. Grau. Yes, I will, sir. [Exeunt. The scene opens; ITHOCLES is discovered in a chair, and PENTHEA beside him. Ith. Sit nearer, sister to me; nearer yet: We had one father, in one womb took life, Were brought up twins together, yet have lived At distance, like two strangers: I could wish That the first pillow whereon I was cradled Had proved to me a grave. Pen. You had been happy: Then had you never known that sin of life Which blots all following glories with a vengeance, For forfeiting the last will of the dead, From whom you had your being. Ith. Sad Penthea, Thou canst not be too cruel; my rash spleen Hath with a violent hand plucked from thy bosom A love-blest heart, to grind it into dust; For which mine's now a-breaking. Pen. Not yet, Heaven, I do beseech thee! first let some wild fires Scorch, not consume it! may the heat be cherished With desires infinite, but hopes impossible! Ith. Wronged soul, thy prayers are heard. Pen. Here, lo, I breathe, A miserable creature, led to ruin By an unnatural brother! Ith. I consume In languishing affections for that trespass; Yet cannot die. Pen. The handmaid to the wages Of country toil drinks the untroubled streams With leaping kids and with the bleating lambs, And so allays her thirst secure; whiles I Quench my hot sighs with fleetings of my tears. Ith. The labourer doth eat his coarsest bread, Earned with his sweat, and lies him down to sleep; While every bit I touch turns in digestion To gall as bitter as Penthea's curse. Put me to any penance for my tyranny, And I will call thee merciful. Pen. Pray kill me, Rid me from living with a jealous husband; Then we will join in friendship, be again Brother and sister.Kill me, pray; nay, will ye? Ith. How does thy lord esteem thee? Pen. Such an one As only you have made me; a faith-breaker, A spotted whore:forgive me, I am one In act, not in desires, the gods must witness. Ith. Thou dost belie thy friend. Pen. I do not, Ithocles; For she that's wife to Orgilus, and lives In known adultery with Bassanes, Is at the best a whore. Wilt kill me now? The ashes of our parents will assume Some dreadful figure, and appear to charge Thy bloody guilt, that hast betrayed their name To infamy in this reproachful match. Ith. After my victories abroad, at home I meet despair; ingratitude of nature Hath made my actions monstrous: thou shalt stand A deity, my sister, and be worshipped For thy resolvèd martyrdom; wronged maids And married wives shall to thy hallowed shrine Offer their orisons, and sacrifice Pure turtles, crowned with myrtle; if thy pity Unto a yielding brother's pressure lend One finger but to ease it. Pen. O, no more! Ith. Death waits to waft me to the Stygian banks. And free me from this chaos of my bondage And till thou wilt forgive, I must endure. Pen. Who is the saint you serve? Ith. Friendship, or nearness Of birth to any but my sister, durst not Have moved that question; 'tis a secret, sister, I dare not murmur to myself. Pen. Let me, By your new protestations I conjure ye, Partake her name. Ith. Her name?'tis'tisI dare not. Pen. All your respects are forged. Ith. They are not.Peace! Calantha isthe princessthe king's daughter Sole heir of Sparta.Me, most miserable Do I now love thee? for my injuries Revenge thyself with bravery, and gossip My treasons to the king's ears, do:Calantha Knows it not yet, nor Prophilus, my nearest. Pen. Suppose you were contracted to her, would it not Split even your very soul to see her father Snatch her out of your arms against her will, And force her on the Prince of Argos? Ith. Trouble not The fountains of mine eyes with thine own story; I sweat in blood for't. Pen. We are reconciled. Alas, sir, being children, but two branches Of one stock, 'tis not fit we should divide: Have comfort, you may find it. Ith. Yes, in thee; Only in thee, Penthea mine. Pen. If sorrows Have not too much dulled my infected brain, I'll cheer invention for an active strain. Ith. Mad man! why have I wronged a maid so excellent! BASSANES rushes in with a poniard, followed by PROPHILUS, GRONEAS, HEMOPHIL, and GRAUSIS. Bass. I can forbear no longer; more, I will not: Keep off your hands, or fall upon my point. Patience is tired; for, like a slow-paced ass, Ye ride my easy nature, and proclaim My sloth to vengeance a reproach and property. Ith. The meaning of this rudeness? Pro. He's distracted. Pen. O, my grieved lord! Grau. Sweet lady, come not near him; He holds his perilous weapon in his hand To prick he cares not whom nor where,see, see, see! Bass. My birth is noble: though the popular blast Of vanity, as giddy as thy youth, Hath reared thy name up to bestride a cloud, Or progress in the chariot of the sun, I am no clod of trade, to lackey pride, Nor, like your slave of expectation, wait The bawdy hinges of your doors, or whistle For mystical conveyance to your bed-sports. Gro. Fine humours! they become him. Hem. How he stares, Struts, puffs, and sweats! most admirable lunacy! Ith. But that I may conceive the spirit of wine Has took possession of your soberer custom, I'd say you were unmannerly. Pen. Dear brother! Bass. Unmannerly!mew, kitling!smooth formality Is usher to the rankness of the blood, But impudence bears up the train. Indeed, sir, Your fiery mettle, or your springal blaze Of huge renown, is no sufficient royalty To print upon my forehead the scorn, "cuckold." Ith. His jealousy has robbed him of his wits; He talks he knows not what. Bass. Yes, and he knows To whom he talks; to one that franks his lust In swine-security of bestial incest. Ith. Ha, devil! Bass. I will haloo't; though I blush more To name the filthiness than thou to act it. Ith. Monster! [Draws his sword. Pro. Sir, by our friendship Pen. By our bloods Will you quite both undo us, brother? Grau. Out on him! These are his megrims, firks, and melancholies. Hem. Well said, old touch-hole. Gro. Kick him out of doors. Pen. With favour, let me speak.My lord, what slackness In my obedience hath deserved this rage? Except humility and silent duty Have drawn on your unquiet, my simplicity Ne'er studied your vexation. Bass. Light of beauty, Deal not ungently with a desperate wound! No breach of reason dares make war with her Whose looks are sovereignty, whose breath is balm: O, that I could preserve thee in fruition As in devotion! Pen. Sir, may every evil Locked in Pandora's box shower, in your presence, On my unhappy head, if, since you made me A partner in your bed, I have been faulty In one unseemly thought against your honour! Ith. Purge not his griefs, Penthea. Bass. Yes, say on, Excellent creature![To ITHOCLES.] Good, be not a hindrance To peace and praise of virtue.O, my senses Are charmed with sounds celestial!On, dear, on: I never gave you one ill word; say, did I? Indeed I did not. Pen. Nor, by Juno's forehead, Was I e'er guilty of a wanton error. Bass. A goddess! let me kneel. Grau. Alas, kind animal! Ith. No; but for penance. Bass. Noble sir, what is it? With gladness I embrace it; yet, pray let not My rashness teach you to be too unmerciful. Ith. When you shall show good proof that manly wisdom, Not overswayed by passion or opinion, Knows how to lead your judgment, then this lady, Your wife, my sister, shall return in safety Home, to be guided by you; but, till first I can out of clear evidence approve it, She shall be my care. Bass. Rip my bosom up, I'll stand the execution with a constancy; This torture is insufferable. Ith. Well, sir, I dare not trust her to your fury. Bass. But Penthea says not so. Pen. She needs no tongue To plead excuse who never purposed wrong. [Exit with ITHOCLES and PROPHILUS. Hem. Virgin of reverence and antiquity, Stay you behind. [To Grausis, who is following Penthea. Gro. The court wants not your diligence. [Exeunt HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS. Grau. What will you do, my lord? my lady's gone; I am denied to follow. Bass. I may see her, Or speak to her once more? Grau. And feel her too, man; Be of good cheer, she's your own flesh and bone. Bass. Diseases desperate must find cures alike. She swore she has been true. Grau. True, on my modesty. Bass. Let him want truth who credits not her vows! Much wrong I did her, but her brother infinite; Rumour will voice me the contempt of manhood, Should I run on thus: some way I must try To outdo art, and jealousy decry. Exeunt. SCENE III.A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter AMYCLAS, NEARCHUS, leading CALANTHA, ARMOSTES, CROTOLON , EUPHRANEA, CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA, and AMELUS. Amy. Cousin of Argos, what the heavens have pleased, In their unchanging counsels, to conclude For both our kingdoms' weal, we must submit to: Nor can we be unthankful to their bounties, Who, when we were even creeping to our grave, Sent us a daughter, in whose birth our hope Continues of succession. As you are In title next, being grandchild to our aunt, So we in heart desire you may sit nearest Calantha's love; since we have ever vowed Not to enforce affection by our will, But by her own choice to confirm it gladly. Near. You speak the nature of a right just father. I come not hither roughly to demand My cousin's thraldom, but to free mine own: Report of great Calantha's beauty, virtue, Sweetness, and singular perfections, courted All ears to credit what I find was published By constant truth; from which, if any service Of my desert can purchase fair construction, This lady must command it. Cal. Princely sir, So well you know how to profess observance, That you instruct your hearers to become Practitioners in duty; of which number I'll study to be chief. Near. Chief, glorious virgin, In my devotion, as in all men's wonder. Amy. Excellent cousin, we deny no liberty; Use thine own opportunities.Armostes, We must consult with the philosophers; The business is of weight. Arm. Sir, at your pleasure. Amy. You told me, Crotolon, your son's returned From Athens: wherefore comes he not to court. As we commanded? Crot. He shall soon attend Your royal will, great sir. Amy. The marriage Between young Prophilus and Euphranea Tastes of too much delay. Crot. My lord, Amy. Some pleasures At celebration of it would give life To the entertainment of the prince our kinsman; Our court wears gravity more than we relish. Arm. Yet the heavens smile on all your high attempts, Without a cloud. Crot. So may the gods protect us. Cal. A prince a subject? Near. Yes, to beauty's sceptre; As all hearts kneel, so mine. Cal. You are too courtly. Enter ITHOCLES, ORGILUS, and PROPHILUS. Ith. Your safe return to Sparta is most welcome: I joy to meet you here, and, as occasion Shall grant us privacy, will yield you reasons Why I should covet to deserve the title Of your respected friend; for, without compliment, Believe it, Orgilus, 'tis my ambition. Org. Your lordship may command me, your poor servant. Ith. [Aside] So amorously close!so soon!my heart! Pro. What sudden change is next? Ith. Life to the king! To whom I here present this noble gentleman, New come from Athens: royal sir, vouchsafe Your gracious hand in favour of his merit. [The King gives Orgilus his hand to kiss. Crot. [Aside] My son preferred by Ithocles! Amy. Our bounties Shall open to thee, Orgilus; for instance, Hark in thine ear,if, out of those inventions Which flow in Athens, thou hast there engrossed Some rarity of wit, to grace the nuptials Of thy fair sister, and renown our court In the eyes of this young prince, we shall be debtor To thy conceit: think on't. Org. Your highness honours me. Near. My tongue and heart are twins. Cal. A noble birth, Becoming such a father.Worthy Orgilus, You are a guest most wished for. Org. May my duty Still rise in your opinion, sacred princess! Ith. Euphranea's brother, sir; a gentleman Well worthy of your knowledge. Near. We embrace him, Proud of so dear acquaintance. Amy. All prepare For revels and disport; the joys of Hymen, Like Phœbus in his lustre, put to flight All mists of dulness, crown the hours with gladness: No sounds but music, no discourse but mirth! Cal. Thine arm, I prithee, Ithocles.Nay, good My lord, keep on your way; I am provided. Near. I dare not disobey. Ith. Most heavenly lady! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.A Room in the House of CROTOLON. Enter CROTOLON and ORGILUS. Crot. The king hath spoke his mind. Org. His will he hath; But were it lawful to hold plea against The power of greatness, not the reason, haply Such undershrubs as subjects sometimes might Borrow of nature justice, to inform That license sovereignty holds without check Over a meek obedience. Crot. How resolve you Touching your sister's marriage? Prophilus Is a deserving and a hopeful youth. Org. I envy not his merit, but applaud it; Could wish him thrift in all his best desires, And with a willingness inleague our blood With his, for purchase of full growth in friendship. He never touched on any wrong that maliced The honour of our house nor stirred our peace: Yet, with your favour, let me not forget Under whose wing he gathers warmth and comfort, Whose creature he is bound, made, and must live so. Crot. Son, son, I find in thee a harsh condition; No courtesy can win it, 'tis too rancorous. Org. Good sir, be not severe in your construction; I am no stranger to such easy calms As sit in tender bosoms: lordly Ithocles Hath graced my entertainment in abundance, Too humbly hath descended from that height Of arrogance and spleen which wrought the rape On grieved Penthea's purity; his scorn Of my untoward fortunes is reclaimed Unto a courtship, almost to a fawning: I'll kiss his foot, since you will have it so. Crot. Since I will have it so! friend, I will have it so, Without our ruin by your politic plots, Or wolf of hatred snarling in your breast. You have a spirit, sir, have ye? a familiar That posts i' the air for your intelligence? Some such hobgoblin hurried you from Athens, For yet you come unsent for. Org. If unwelcome, I might have found a grave there. Crot. Sure, your business Was soon dispatched, or your mind altered quickly. Org. 'Twas care, sir, of my health cut short my journey; For there a general infection Threatens a desolation. Crot. And I fear Thou hast brought back a worse infection with thee, Infection of thy mind; which, as thou say'st, Threatens the desolation of our family. Org. Forbid it, our dear genius! I will rather Be made a sacrifice on Thrasus' monument, Or kneel to Ithocles his son in dust, Than woo a father's curse. My sister's marriage With Prophilus is from my heart confirmed; May I live hated, may I die despised, If I omit to further it in all That can concern me! Crot. I have been too rough. My duty to my king made me so earnest; Excuse it, Orgilus. Org. Dear sir! Crot. Here comes Euphranea, with Prophilus and Ithocles. Enter PROPHILUS, EUPHRANEA, ITHOCLES, GRONEAS and HEMOPHIL. Org. Most honoured!ever famous! Ith. Your true friend; On earth not any truer.With smooth eyes Look on this worthy couple; your consent Can only make them one. Org. They have it.Sister, Thou pawnedst to me an oath, of which engagement I never will release thee, if thou aim'st At any other choice than this. Euph. Dear brother, At him, or none. Crot. To which my blessing's added. Org. Which, till a greater ceremony perfect, Euphranea, lend thy hand,here, take her, Prophilus Live long a happy man and wife; and further, That these in presence may conclude an omen. Thus for a bridal song I close my wishes: (Sings) Comforts lasting, loves increasing, Like soft hours never ceasing: Plenty's pleasure, peace complying, Without jars, or tongues envying; Hearts by holy union wedded, More than theirs by custom bedded; Fruitful issues; life so graced, Not by age to be defaced, Budding, as the year ensu'th, Every spring another youth: All what thought can add beside Crown this bridegroom and this bride! Pro. You have sealed joy close to my soul.Euphranea Now I may call thee mine. Ith. I but exchange One good friend for another. Org. If these gallants Will please to grace a poor invention By joining with me in some slight device, I'll venture on a strain my younger days Have studied for delight. Hem. With thankful willingness I offer my attendance. Gro. No endeavour Of mine shall fail to show itself. Ith. We will All join to wait on thy directions, Orgilus. Org. O, my good lord, your favours flow towards A too unworthy worm;but as you please; I am what you will shape me. Ith. A fast friend. Crot. I think thee, son, for this acknowledgment; It is a sight of gladness. Org. But my duty. [Exeunt. SCENE V.CALANTHA'S Apartment in the Palace. Enter CALANTHA, PENTHEA, CHRISTALLA, and PHILEMA. Cal. Whoe'er would speak with us, deny his entrance; Be careful of our charge. Chris. We shall, madam. Cal. Except the king himself, give none admittance; Not any. Phil. Madam, it shall be our care. [Exeunt CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA. Cal. Being alone, Penthea, you have granted The opportunity you sought, and might At all times have commanded. Pen. 'Tis a benefit Which I shall owe your goodness even in death for: My glass of life, sweet princess, hath few minutes Remaining to run down; the sands are spent; For by an inward messenger I feel The summons of departure short and certain. Cal. You feel too much your melancholy. Pen. Glories Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams And shadows soon decaying: on the stage Of my mortality my youth hath acted Some scenes of vanity, drawn out at length By varied pleasures, sweetened in the mixture, But tragical in issue: beauty, pomp, With every sensuality our giddiness Doth frame an idol, are unconstant friends, When any troubled passion makes assault On the unguarded castle of the mind. Cal. Contemn not your condition for the proof Of bare opinion only: to what end Reach all these moral texts? Pen. To place before ye A perfect mirror, wherein you may see How weary I am of a lingering life, Who count the best a misery. Cal. Indeed You have no little cause; yet none so great As to distrust a remedy. Pen. That remedy Must be a winding-sheet, a fold of lead, And some untrod-on corner in the earth. Not to detain your expectation, princess, I have an humble suit. Cal. Speak; I enjoy it. Pen. Vouchsafe, then, to be my executrix, And take that trouble on ye to dispose Such legacies as I bequeath impartially; I have not much to give, the pains are easy; Heaven will reward your piety, and thank it When I am dead; for sure I must not live; I hope I cannot. Cal. Now, beshrew thy sadness, Thou turn'st me too much woman. [Weeps. Pen. [Aside] Her fair eyes Melt into passion.Then I have assurance Encouraging my boldness. In this paper My will was charactered; which you, with pardon, Shall now know from mine own mouth. Cal. Talk on, prithee; It is a pretty earnest. Pen. I have left me But three poor jewels to bequeath. The first is My youth; for though I am much old in griefs, In years I am a child. Cal. To whom that jewel? Pen. To virgin-wives, such as abuse not wedlock By freedom of desires, but covet chiefly The pledges of chaste beds for ties of love, Rather than ranging of their blood; and next To married maids, such as prefer the number Of honourable issue in their virtues Before the flattery of delights by marriage: May those be ever young! Cal. A second jewel You mean to part with? Pen. 'Tis my fame, I trust By scandal yet untouched: this I bequeath To Memory, and Time's old daughter, Truth. If ever my unhappy name find mention When I am fall'n to dust, may it deserve Beseeming charity without dishonour! Cal. How handsomely thou play'st with harmless sport Of mere imagination! speak the last. I strangely like thy will. Pen. This jewel, madam, Is dearly precious to me; you must use The best of your discretion to employ This gift as I intend it. Cal. Do not doubt me. Pen. 'Tis long agone since first I lost my heart: Long I have lived without it, else for certain I should have given that too; but instead Of it, to great Calantha, Sparta's heir, By service bound and by affection vowed, I do bequeath, in holiest rites of love, Mine only brother, Ithocles. Cal. What saidst thou? Pen. Impute not, heaven-blest lady, to ambition A faith as humbly perfect as the prayers Of a devoted suppliant can endow it: Look on him, princess, with an eye of pity; How like the ghost of what he late appeared He moves before you. Cal. Shall I answer here, Or lend my ear too grossly? Pen. First his heart Shall fall in cinders, scorched by your disdain, Ere he will dare, poor man, to ope an eye On these divine looks, but with low-bent thoughts Accusing such presumption; as for words, He dares not utter any but of service: Yet this lost creature loves ye.Be a princess In sweetness as in blood; give him his doom, Or raise him up to comfort. Cal. What new change Appears in my behaviour, that thou dar'st Tempt my displeasure? Pen. I must leave the world To revel in Elysium, and 'tis just To wish my brother some advantage here; Yet, by my best hopes, Ithocles is ignorant Of this pursuit: but if you please to kill him, Lend him one angry look or one harsh word, And you shall soon conclude how strong a power Your absolute authority holds over His life and end. Cal. You have forgot, Penthea, How still I have a father. Pen. But remember I am a sister, though to me this brother Hath been, you know, unkind, O, most unkind! Cal. Christalla, Philema, where are ye?Lady, Your check lies in my silence. Re-enter CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA. Chris. and Phil. Madam, here. Cal. I think ye sleep, ye drones: wait on Penthea Unto her lodging.[Aside] Ithocles? wronged lady! Pen. My reckonings are made even; death or fate Can now nor strike too soon nor force too late. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I.The Palace. ITHOCLES' Apartment. Enter ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. ITH. Forbear your inquisition: curiosity Is of too subtle and too searching nature, In fears of love too quick, too slow of credit. I am not what you doubt me. Arm. Nephew, be, then, As I would wish;all is not right.Good heaven Confirm your resolutions for dependence On worthy ends, which may advance your quiet! Ith. I did the noble Orgilus much injury, But grieved Penthea more: I now repent it, Now, uncle, now; this "now" is now too late. So provident is folly in sad issue, That after-wit, like bankrupts' debts, stands tallied, Without all possibilities of payment. Sure, he's an honest, very honest gentleman; A man of single meaning. Arm. I believe it: Yet, nephew, 'tis the tongue informs our ears; Our eyes can never pierce into the thoughts, For they are lodged too inward:but I question No truth in Orgilus.The princess, sir. Ith. The princess! ha! Arm. With her the Prince of Argos. Enter NEARCHUS, leading CALANTHA; AMELUS, CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA. Near. Great fair one, grace my hopes with any instance Of livery, from the allowance of your favour; This little spark[Attempts to take a ring from her finger. Cal. A toy! Near. Love feasts on toys, For Cupid is a child;vouchsafe this bounty: It cannot be denied. Cal. You shall not value, Sweet cousin, at a price, what I count cheap; So cheap, that let him take it who dares stoop for't, And give it at next meeting to a mistress: She'll thank him for't, perhaps. [Casts the ring before ITHOCLES, who takes it up. Ame. The ring, sir, is The princess's; I could have took it up. Ith. Learn manners, prithee.To the blessèd owner, Upon my knees [Kneels and offers it to CALANTHA. Near. You're saucy. Cal. This is pretty! I am, belike, "a mistress"wondrous pretty! Let the man keep his fortune, since he found it; He's worthy on't.On, cousin! [Exeunt NEARCHUS, CALANTHA, CHRISTALLA, and PHILEMA. Ith. [to AMELUS] Follow, spaniel; I'll force ye to a fawning else. Ame. You dare not. [Exit. Arm. My lord, you were too forward. Ith. Look ye, uncle, Some such there are whose liberal contents Swarm without care in every sort of plenty; Who after full repasts can lay them down To sleep; and they sleep, uncle: in which silence Their very dreams present 'em choice of pleasures, Pleasuresobserve me, uncleof rare object; Here heaps of gold, there increments of honours, Now change of garments, then the votes of people; Anon varieties of beauties, courting, In flatteries of the night, exchange of dalliance: Yet these are still but dreams. Give me felicity Of which my senses waking are partakers, A real, visible, material happiness; And then, too, when I stagger in expectance Of the least comfort that can cherish life. I saw it, sir, I saw it; for it came From her own hand. Arm. The princess threw it t'ye. Ith. True; and she saidwell I remember what Her cousin prince would beg it. Arm. Yes, and parted In anger at your taking on't. Ith. Panthea, O, thou hast pleaded with a powerful language! I want a fee to gratify thy merit; But I will do Arm. What is't you say? Ith. In anger! In anger let him part; for could his breath, Like whirlwinds, toss such servile slaves as lick The dust his footsteps print into a vapour, It durst not stir a hair of mine, it should not; I'd rend it up by the roots first. To be anything Calantha smiles on, is to be a blessing More sacred than a petty prince of Argos Can wish to equal or in worth or title. Arm. Contain yourself, my lord: Ixion, aiming To embrace Juno, bosomed but a cloud, And begat Centaurs; 'tis an useful moral: Ambition hatched in clouds of mere opinion Proves but in birth a prodigy. Ith. I thank ye; Yet, with your license, I should seem uncharitable To gentler fate, if, relishing the dainties Of a soul's settled peace, I were so feeble Not to digest it. Arm. He deserves small trust Who is not privy-counsellor to himself. Re-enter NEARCHUS and AMELUS, with ORGILUS. Near. Brave me? Org. Your excellence mistakes his temper; For Ithocles in fashion of his mind Is beautiful, soft, gentle, the clear mirror Of absolute perfection. Ame. Was't your modesty Termed any of the prince's servants "spaniel"? Your nurse, sure, taught you other language. Ith. Language! Near. A gallant man-at-arms is here, a doctor In feats of chivalry, blunt and rough-spoken, Vouchsafing not the fustian of civility, Which less rash spirits style good manners. Ith. Manners! Org. No more, illustrious sir; 'tis matchless Ithocles. Near. You might have understood who I am. Ith. Yes. I did; elsebut the presence calmed the affront You're cousin to the princess. Near. To the king too; A certain instrument that lent supportance To you colossic greatnessto that king too, You might have added. Ith. There is more divinity In beauty than in majesty. Arm. O fie, fie! Near. This odd youth's pride turns heretic in loyalty. Sirrah! low mushrooms never rival cedars. [Exeunt NEARCHUS and AMELUS. Ith. Come back!What pitiful dull thing am I So to be tamely scolded at! come back! Let him come back, and echo once again That scornful sound of mushroom! painted colts Like heralds' coats gilt o'er with crowns and sceptres May bait a muzzled lion. Arm. Cousin, cousin, Thy tongue is not thy friend. Org. In point of honour Discretion knows no bounds. Amelus told me 'Twas all about a little ring. Ith. A ring The princess threw away, and I took up: Admit she threw't to me, what arm of brass Can snatch it hence? No; could he grind the hoop To powder, he might sooner reach my heart Than steal and wear one dust on't.Orgilus, I am extremely wronged. Org. A lady's favour Is not to be so slighted. Ith. Slighted! Arm. Quiet These vain unruly passions, which will render ye Into a madness. Org. Griefs will have their vent. Enter TECNICUS with a scroll. Arm. Welcome; thou com'st in season, reverend man, To pour the balsam of a suppling patience Into the festering wound of ill-spent fury. Org. [Aside] What makes he here? Tec. The hurts are yet but mortal, Which shortly will prove deadly. To the king, Armostes, see in safety thou deliver This sealed-up counsel; bid him with a constancy Peruse the secrets of the gods.O Sparta, O Lacedæmon! double-named, but one In fate: when kingdoms reel,mark well my saw, Their heads must needs be giddy. Tell the king That henceforth he no more must inquire after My agèd head; Apollo wills it so: I am for Delphos. Arm. Not without some conference With our great master? Tec. Never more to see him: A greater prince commands me.Ithocles, "When youth is ripe, and age from time doth part, The lifeless trunk shall wed the broken heart." Ith. What's this, if understood? Tec. List, Orgilus; Remember what I told thee long before, These tears shall be my witness. Arm. 'Las, good man! Tec. "Let craft with courtesy a while confer, Revenge proves its own executioner." Org. Dark sentences are for Apollo's priests; I am not Œdipus. Tec. My hour is come; Cheer up the king; farewell to all.O Sparta, O Lacedæmon! [Exit. Arm. If prophetic fire Have warmed this old man's bosom, we might construe His words to fatal sense. Ith. Leave to the powers Above us the effects of their decrees; My burthen lies within me: servile fears Prevent no great effectsDivine Calantha! Arm. The gods be still propitious! [Exeunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. Org. Something oddly The book-man prated, yet he talked it weeping; "Let craft with courtesy a while confer, Revenge proves its own executioner." Con it again;for what? It shall not puzzle me; 'Tis dotage of a withered brain.Penthea Forbade me not her presence; I may see her, And gaze my fill. Why see her, then, I may, When, if I faint to speakI must be silent. [Exit. SCENE II.A Room in BASSANES' House. Enter BASSANES, GRAUSIS, and PHULAS. Bass. Pray, use your recreations, all the service I will expect is quietness amongst ye; Take liberty at home, abroad, at all times, And in your charities appease the gods, Whom I, with my distractions, have offended. Grau. Fair blessings on thy heart! Phu. [Aside] Here's a rare change! My lord, to cure the itch, is surely gelded; The cuckold in conceit hath cast his horns. Bass. Betake ye to your several occasions; And wherein I have heretofore been faulty, Let your constructions mildly pass it over; Henceforth I'll study reformation,more I have not for employment. Grau. O, sweet man! Thou art the very "Honeycomb of Honesty." Phu. The "Garland of Good-will."Old lady, hold up Thy reverend snout, and trot behind me softly, As it becomes a moil of ancient carriage. [Exeunt GRAUSIS and PHULAS. Bass. Beasts, only capable of sense, enjoy The benefit of food and ease with thankfulness; Such silly creatures, with a grudging, kick not Against the portion nature hath bestowed: But men, endowed with reason and the use Of reason, to distinguish from the chaff Of abject scarcity the quintessence, Soul, and elixir of the earth's abundance, The treasures of the sea, the air, nay, heaven, Repining at these glories of creation Are verier beasts than beasts; and of those beasts The worst am I: I, who was made a monarch Of what a heart could wish for,a chaste wife, Endeavoured what in me lay to pull down That temple built for adoration only, And level't in the dust of causeless scandal. But, to redeem a sacrilege so impious, Humility shall pour, before the deities I have incensed, a largess of more patience Than their displeasèd altars can require: No tempests of commotion shall disquiet The calms of my composure. Enter ORGILUS. Org. I have found thee, Thou patron of more horrors than the bulk Of manhood, hooped about with ribs of iron, Can cram within thy breast: Penthea, Bassanes, Cursed by thy jealousies,more, by thy dotage, Is left a prey to words. Bass. Exercise Your trials for addition to my penance; I am resolved. Org. Play not with misery Past cure: some angry minister of fate hath Deposed the empress of her soul, her reason, From its most proper throne; but, what's the miracle More new, I, I have seen it, and yet live! Bass. You may delude my senses, not my judgment; 'Tis anchored into a firm resolution; Dalliance of mirth or wit can ne'er unfix it: Practise yet further. Org. May thy death of love to her Damn all thy comforts to a lasting fast From every joy of life! Thou barren rock, By thee we have been split in ken of harbour. Enter PENTHEA with her hair loose, ITHOCLES, ARMOSTES, PHILEMA, and CHRISTALLA. Ith. Sister, look up; your Ithocles, your brother, Speaks t'ye; why do you weep? dear, turn not from me. Here is a killing sight; lo, Bassanes, A lamentable object! Org. Man, does see't? Sports are more gamesome; am I yet in merriment? Why dost not laugh? Bass. Divine and best of ladies, Please to forget my outrage; mercy ever Cannot but lodge under a roof so excellent: I have cast off that cruelty of frenzy Which once appeared imposture, and then juggled To cheat my sleeps of rest. Org. Was I in earnest? Pen. Sure, if we were all Sirens, we should sing pitifully, And 'twere a comely music, when in parts One sung another's knell: the turtle sighs When he hath lost his mate; and yet some say He must be dead first: 'tis a fine deceit To pass away in a dream indeed, I've slept With mine eyes open a great while. No falsehood Equals a broken faith; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither; The journey is not long. Ith. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, Ere thou canst travel that way. Bass. Let the sun first Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly formed For the whole world's delight, feel an eclipse So universal! Org. Wisdom, look ye, begins To rave!art thou mad too, antiquity? Pen. Since I was first a wife, I might have been Mother to many pretty prattling babes; They would have smiled when I smiled, and for certain I should have cried when they cried:truly, brother, My father would have picked me out a husband, And then my little ones had been no bastards; But 'tis too late for me to marry now, I am past child-bearing; 'tis not my fault. Bass. Fall on me, if there be a burning Ætna, And bury me in flames! sweats hot as sulphur Boil through my pores! affliction hath in store No torture like to this. Org. Behold a patience! Lay-by thy whining gray dissimulation, Do something worth a chronicle; show justice Upon the author of this mischief; dig out The jealousies that hatched this thraldom first With thine own poniard: every antic rapture Can roar as thine does. Ith. Orgilus, forbear. Bass. Disturb him not; it is a talking motion Provided for my torment. What a fool am I To bandy passion! ere I'll speak a word, I will look on and burst. Pen. I loved you once. [To ORGILUS. Org. Thou didst, wronged creature: in despite of malice, For it I love thee ever. Pen. Spare your hand; Believe me, I'll not hurt it. Org. My heart too. Pen. Complain not though I wring it hard: I'll kiss it; O, 'tis a fine soft palm!hark, in thine ear; Like whom do I look, prithee?nay, no whispering. Goodness! we had been happy; too much happiness Will make folk proud, they saybut that is he [Pointing to ITHOCLES. And yet he paid for't home; alas, his heart Is crept into the cabinet of the princess; We shall have points and bride-laces. Remember, When we last gathered roses in the garden, I found my wits; but truly you lost yours. That's he, and still 'tis he. [Again pointing to ITHOCLES. Ith. Poor soul, how idly Her fancies guide her tongue! Bass. [Aside] Keep in, vexation, And break not into clamour. Org. [Aside] She has tutored me, Some powerful inspiration checks my laziness. Now let me kiss your hand, grieved beauty. Pen. Kiss it. Alack, alack, his lips be wondrous cold; Dear soul, 'has lost his colour: have ye seen A straying heart? all crannies! every drop Of blood is turnèd to an amethyst, Which married bachelors hang in their ears. Org. Peace usher her into Elysium! If this be madness, madness is an oracle. [Aside, and exit. Ith. Christalla, Philema, when slept my sister, Her ravings are so wild? Chris. Sir, not these ten days. Phil. We watch by her continually; besides, We can not any way pray her to eat. Bass. O, misery of miseries! Pen. Take comfort; You may live well, and die a good old man: By yea and nay, an oath not to be broken, If you had joined our hands once in the temple, 'Twas since my father died, for had he lived He would have done't,I must have called you father. O, my wrecked honour! ruined by those tyrants, A cruel brother and a desperate dotage. There is no peace left for a ravished wife Widowed by lawless marriage; to all memory Penthea's, poor Penthea's name is strumpeted: But since her blood was seasoned by the forfeit Of noble shame with mixtures of pollution, Her blood'tis justbe henceforth never heightened With taste of sustenance! starve; let that fulness Whose plurisy hath fevered faith and modesty Forgive me; O, I faint! [Falls into the arms of her Attendants. Arm. Be not so wilful, Sweet niece, to work thine own destruction. Ith. Nature Will call her daughter monster!What! not eat? Refuse the only ordinary means Which are ordained for life? Be not, my sister, A murderess to thyself.Hear'st thou this, Bassanes? Bass. Foh! I am busy; for I have not thoughts Enow to think: all shall be well anon. 'Tis tumbling in my head; there is a mastery In art to fatten and keep smooth the outside, Yes, and to comfort-up the vital spirits Without the help of food, fumes or perfumes, Perfumes or fumes. Let her alone; I'll search out The trick on't. Pen. Lead me gently; heavens reward ye. Griefs are sure friends; they leave without control Nor cure nor comforts for a leprous soul. [Exit, supported by CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA. Bass. I grant ye; and will put in practice instantly What you shall still admire: 'tis wonderful, 'Tis super-singular, not to be matched; Yet, when I've done't, I've done't:ye shall all thank me. [Exit. Arm. The sight is full of terror. Ith. On my soul Lies such an infinite clog of massy dulness, As that I have not sense enough to feel it. See, uncle, the angry thing returns again; Shall's welcome him with thunder? we are haunted, And must use exorcism to conjure down This spirit of malevolence. Arm. Mildly, nephew. Enter NEARCHUS and AMELUS. Near. I come not, sir, to chide your late disorder, Admitting that the inurement to a roughness In soldiers of your years and fortunes, chiefly So lately prosperous, hath not yet shook off The custom of the war in hours of leisure; Nor shall you need excuse, since you're to render Account to that fair excellence, the princess, Who in her private gallery expects it From your own mouth alone: I am a messenger But to her pleasure. Ith. Excellent Nearchus, Be prince still of my services, and conquer Without the combat of dispute; I honour ye. Near. The king is on a sudden indisposed, Physicians are called for; 'twere fit, Armostes, You should be near him. Arm. Sir, I kiss your hands. [Exeunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. Near. Amelus, I perceive Calantha's bosom Is warmed with other fires than such as can Take strength from any fuel of the love I might address to her: young Ithocles, Or ever I mistake, is lord ascendant Of her devotions; one, to speak him truly, In every disposition nobly fashioned. Ame. But can your highness brook to be so rivalled, Considering the inequality of the persons? Near. I can, Amelus; for affections injured By tyranny or rigour of compulsion, Like tempest-threatened trees unfirmly rooted, Ne'er spring to timely growth: observe, for instance, Life-spent Penthea and unhappy Orgilus. Ame. How does your grace determine? Near. To be jealous In public of what privately I'll further; And though they shall not know, yet they shall find it. [Exeunt. SCENE III.An Apartment in the Palace. Enter AMYCLAS, led by HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS, followed by ARMOSTES with a box, CROTOLON, and PROPHILUS. AMYCLAS is placed in a chair. Amy. Our daughter is not near? Arm. She is retired, sir, Into her gallery. Amy. Where's the prince our cousin? Pro. New walked into the grove, my lord. Amy. All leave us Except Armostes, and you, Crotolon; We would be private. Pro. Health unto your majesty! [Exeunt PROPHILUS, HEMOPHIL, and GRONEAS. Amy. What! Tecnicus is gone? Arm. He is to Delphos; And to your royal hands presents this box. Amy. Unseal it, good Armostes; therein lie The secrets of the oracle; out with it: [ARMOSTES takes out the scroll. Apollo live our patron! Read, Armostes. Arm. [Reads] "The plot in which the vine takes root Begins to dry from head to foot; The stock, soon withering, want of sap Doth cause to quail the budding grape; But from the neighbouring elm a dew Shall drop, and feed the plot anew." Amy. That is the oracle: what exposition Makes the philosopher? Arm. This brief one only. [Reads] "The plot is Sparta, the dried vine the king; The quailing grape his daughter; but the thing Of most importance, not to be revealed, Is a near prince, the elm: the rest concealed. TECNICUS." Amy. Enough; although the opening of this riddle Be but itself a riddle, yet we construe How near our labouring age draws to a rest: But must Calantha quail too? that young grape Untimely budded! I could mourn for her; Her tenderness hath yet deserved no rigour So to be crossed by fate. Arm. You misapply, sir, With favour let me speak it,what Apollo Hath clouded in hid sense: I here conjecture Her marriage with some neighbouring prince, the dew Of which befriending elm shall ever strengthen Your subjects with a sovereignty of power. Crot. Besides, most gracious lord, the pith of oracles Is to be then digested when the events Expound their truth, not brought as soon to light As uttered; Truth is child of Time: and herein I find no scruple, rather cause of comfort, With unity of kingdoms. Amy. May it prove so, For weal of this dear nation!Where is Ithocles? Armostes, Crotolon, when this withered vine Of my frail carcass, on the funeral pile Is fired into its ashes, let that young man Be hedged about still with your cares and loves: Much owe I to his worth, much to his service. Let such as wait come in now. Arm. All attend here! Enter CALANTHA, ITHOCLES, PROPHILUS, ORGILUS, EUPHRANEA, HEMOPHIL, and GRONEAS. Cal. Dear sir! king! father! Ith. O, my royal master! Amy. Cleave not my heart, sweet twins of my life's solace, With your forejudging fears; there is no physic So cunningly restorative to cherish The fall of age, or call back youth and vigour, As your consents in duty: I will shake off This languishing disease of time, to quicken Fresh pleasures in these drooping hours of sadness. Is fair Euphranea married yet to Prophilus? Crot. This morning, gracious lord. Org. This very morning; Which, with your highness' leave, you may observe too. Our sister looks, methinks, mirthful and sprightly, As if her chaster fancy could already Expound the riddle of her gain in losing A trifle maids know only that they know not. Pish! prithee, blush not; 'tis but honest change Of fashion in the garment, loose for strait, And so the modest maid is made a wife: Shrewd businessis't not, sister? Euph. You are pleasant. Amy. We thank thee, Orgilus; this mirth becomes thee. But wherefore sits the court in such a silence? A wedding without revels is not seemly. Cal. Your late indisposition, sir, forbade it. Amy. Be it thy charge, Calantha, to set forward The bridal sports, to which I will be present; If not, at least consenting.Mine own Ithocles, I have done little for thee yet. Ith. You've built me To the full height I stand in. Cal. [Aside] Now or never! May I propose a suit? Amy. Demand, and have it. Cal. Pray, sir, give me this young man, and no further Account him yours than he deserves in all things To be thought worthy mine: I will esteem him According to his merit. Amy. Still thou'rt my daughter, Still grow'st upon my heart.[To ITHOCLES] Give me thine hand; Calantha, take thine own: in noble actions Thou'lt find him firm and absolute.I would not Have parted with thee, Ithocles, to any But to a mistress who is all what I am. Ith. A change, great king, most wished for, 'cause the same. Cal. [Aside to ITHOCLES] Thou'rt mine. Have I now kept my word? Ith. [Aside to CALANTHA] Divinely. Org. Rich fortunes guard, the favour of a princess Rock thee, braye man, in ever-crownèd plenty! You're minion of the time; be thankful for it. [Aside] Ho! here's a swing in destinyapparent! The youth is up on tiptoe, yet may stumble. Amy. On to your recreations.Now convey me Unto my bed-chamber: none on his forehead Wear a distempered look. All. The gods preserve ye! Cal. [Aside to ITHOCLES] Sweet, be not from my sight. Ith. [Aside to CALANTHA] My whole felicity! [AMYCLUS is carried out. Exeunt all but ITHOCLES, who is detained by ORGILUS. Org. Shall I be bold, my lord? Ith. Thou canst not, Orgilus. Call me thine own; for Prophilus must henceforth Be all thy sister's: friendship, though it cease not In marriage, yet is oft at less command Than when a single freedom can dispose it. Org. Most right, my most good lord, my most great lord, My gracious princely lord, I might add, royal. Ith. Royal! a subject royal? Org. Why not, pray, sir? The sovereignty of kingdoms in their nonage Stooped to desert, not birth; there's as much merit In clearness of affection as in puddle Of generation: you have conquered love Even in the loveliest; if I greatly err not, The son of Venus hath bequeathed his quiver To Ithocles his manage, by whose arrows Calantha's breast is opened. Ith. Can't be possible? Org. I was myself a piece of suitor once, And forward in preferment too; so forward, That, speaking truth, I may without offence, sir, Presume to whisper that my hopes, andhark ye My certainty of marriage stood assured With as firm footingby your leaveas any's Now at this very instantbut Ith. 'Tis granted: And for a league of privacy between us, Read o'er my bosom and partake a secret; The princess is contracted mine. Org. Still, why not? I now applaud her wisdom: when your kingdom Stands seated in your will secure and settled, I dare pronounce you will be a just monarch; Greece must admire and tremble. Ith. Then the sweetness Of so imparadised a comfort, Orgilus! It is to banquet with the gods. Org. The glory Of numerous children, potency of nobles, Bent knees, hearts paved to tread on! Ith. With a friendship So dear, so fast as thine. Org. I am unfitting For office; but for service Ith. We'll distinguish Our fortunes merely in the title; partners In all respects else but the bed. Org. The bed! Forfend it Jove's own jealousy!till lastly We slip down in the common earth together, And there our beds are equal; save some monument To show this was the king, and this the subject. [Soft sad music. List, what sad sounds are these,extremely sad ones? Ith. Sure, from Penthea's lodgings. Org. Hark! a voice too. SONG within. O, no more, no more, too late Sighs are spent; the burning tapers Of a life as chaste as fate, Pure as are unwritten papers, Are burnt out: no heat, no light Now remains; 'tis ever night. Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Locked in endless dreams, Th' extremes of all extremes, Ope no more, for now Love dies, Now Love dies,implying Love's martyrs must be ever ever dying. Ith. O, my misgiving heart! Org. A horrid stillness Succeeds this deathful air; let's know the reason: Tread softly; there is mystery in mourning. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.PENTHEA'S Apartment in the Palace. PENTHEA discovered in a chair, veiled; CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA at her feet mourning. Enter two Servants with two other chairs, one with an engine. Enter ITHOCLES and ORGILUS. 1st Ser. [Aside to ORGILUS] 'Tis done; that on her right hand. Org. Good: begone. [Exeunt Servants. Ith. Soft peace enrich this room! Org. How fares the lady? Phil. Dead! Chris. Dead! Phil. Starved! Chris. Starved! Ith. Me miserable! Org. Tell us How parted she from life. Phil. She called for music, And begged some gentle voice to tune a farewell To life and griefs: Christalla touched the lute; I wept the funeral song. Chris. Which scarce was ended But her last breath sealed-up these hollow sounds, "O, cruel Ithocles and injured Orgilus!" So down she drew her veil, so died. Ith. So died! Org. Up! you are messengers of death; go from us; [CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA rise. Here's woe enough to court without a prompter: Away; andhark yetill you see us next, No syllable that she is dead.Away, Keep a smooth brow. [Exeunt CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA. My lord, Ith. Mine only sister! Another is not left me. Org. Take that chair; I'll seat me here in this: between us sits The object of our sorrows; some few tears We'll part among us: I perhaps can mix One lamentable story to prepare 'em. There, there; sit there, my lord. Ith. Yes, as you please. [Sits down, the chair closes upon him. What means this treachery? Org. Caught! you are caught, Young master; 'tis thy throne of coronation, Thou fool of greatness! See, I take this veil off; Survey a beauty withered by the flames Of an insulting Phaëton, her brother. Ith. Thou mean'st to kill me basely? Org. I foreknew The last act of her life, and trained thee hither To sacrifice a tyrant to a turtle. You dreamt of kingdoms, did ye? how to bosom The delicacies of a youngling princess; How with this nod to grace that subtle courtier, How with that frown to make this noble tremble, And so forth; whiles Penthea's groans and tortures, Her agonies, her miseries, afflictions, Ne'er touched upon your thought: as for my injuries, Alas, they were beneath your royal pity; But yet they lived, thou proud man, to confound thee. Behold thy fate; this steel! [Draws a dagger. Ith. Strike home! A courage As keen as thy revenge shall give it welcome: But prithee faint not; if the wound close up, Tent it with double force, and search it deeply. Thou look'st that I should whine and beg compassion, As loth to leave the vainness of my glories; A statelier resolution arms my confidence, To cozen thee of honour; neither could I With equal trial of unequal fortune By hazard of a duel; 'twere a bravery Too mighty for a slave intending murder. On to the execution, and inherit A conflict with thy horrors. Org. By Apollo, Thou talk'st a goodly language! for requital I will report thee to thy mistress richly: And take this peace along; some few short minutes Determined, my resolves shall quickly follow Thy wrathful ghost; then, if we tug for mastery, Penthea's sacred eyes shall lend new courage. Give me thy hand: be healthful in thy parting From lost mortality! thus, thus I free it. [Stabs him. Ith. Yet, yet, I scorn to shrink. Org. Keep up thy spirit: I will be gentle even in blood; to linger Pain, which I strive to cure, were to be cruel. [Stabs him again. Ith. Nimble in yengeance, I forgive thee. Follow Safety, with best success: O, may it prosper! Penthea, by thy side thy brother bleeds; The earnest of his wrongs to thy forced faith. Thoughts of ambition, or delicious banquet With beauty, youth, and love, together perish In my last breath, which on the sacred altar Of a long-looked-for peacenowmovesto heaven. [Dies. Org. Farewell, fair spring of manhood! henceforth welcome Best expectation of a noble sufferance. I'll lock the bodies safe, till what must follow Shall be approved.Sweet twins, shine stars for ever In vain they build their hopes whose life is shame No monument lasts but a happy name. [Locks the door, and exit. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I.A Room in BASSANES' House. Enter BASSANES. BASS. Athensto Athens I have sent, the nursery Of Greece for learning and the fount of knowledge; For here in Sparta there's not left amongst us One wise man to direct; we're all turned madcaps. 'Tis said Apollo is the god of herbs, Then certainly he knows the virtue of 'em: To Delphos I have sent too. If there can be A help for nature, we are sure yet. Enter ORGILUS. Org. Honour Attend thy counsels ever! Bass. I beseech thee With all my heart, let me go from thee quietly; I will not aught to do with thee, of all men. The doubles of a hare,or, in a morning, Salutes from a splay-footed witch,to drop Three drops of blood at th' nose just and no more, Croaking of ravens, or the screech of owls, Are not so boding mischief as thy crossing My private meditations: shun me, prithee; And if I cannot love thee heartily, I'll love thee as well as I can. Org. Noble Bassanes, Mistake me not. Bass. Phew! then we shall be troubled. Thou wert ordained my plagueheaven make me thankful, And give me patience too, heaven, I beseech thee. Org. Accept a league of amity; for henceforth, I vow, by my best genius, in a syllable, Never to speak vexation: I will study Service and friendship, with a zealous sorrow For my past incivility towards ye. Bass. Hey-day, good words, good words! I must believe 'em, And be a coxcomb for my labour. Org. Use not So hard a language; your misdoubt is causeless: For instance, if you promise to put on A constancy of patience, such a patience As chronicle or history ne'er mentioned, As follows not example, but shall stand A wonder and a theme for imitation, The first, the index pointing to a second, I will acquaint ye with an unmatched secret, Whose knowledge to your griefs shall set a period. Bass. Thou canst not, Orgilus; 'tis in the power Of the gods only: yet, for satisfaction, Because I note an earnest in thine utterance, Unforced and naturally free, be resolute The virgin-bays shall not withstand the lightning With a more careless danger than my constancy The full of thy relation; could it move Distraction in a senseless marble statue, It should find me a rock: I do expect now Some truth of unheard moment. Org. To your patience You must add privacy, as strong in silence As mysteries locked-up in Jove's own bosom. Bass. A skull hid in the earth a treble age Shall sooner prate. Org. Lastly, to such direction As the severity of a glorious action Deserves to lead your wisdom and your judgment, You ought to yield obedience. Bass. With assurance Of will and thankfulness. Org. With manly courage Please, then, to follow me. Bass. Where'er, I fear not. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A State-room in the Palace. A flourish. Enter EUPHRANEA, led by GRONEAS and HEMOPHIL; PROPHILUS, led by CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA; NEARCHUS supporting CALANTHA; CROTOLON and AMELUS. Cal. We miss our servant Ithocles and Orgilus; On whom attend they? Crot. My son, gracious princess, Whispered some new device, to which these revels Should be but usher: wherein I conceive Lord Ithocles and he himself are actors. Cal. A fair excuse for absence: as for Bassanes, Delights to him are troublesome: Armostes Is with the king? Crot. He is. Cal. On to the dance! Dear cousin, hand you the bride; the bridegroom must be Intrusted to my courtship. Be not jealous, Euphranea; I shall scarcely prove a temptress. Fall to our dance. THE REVELS. Music. NEARCHUS dances with EUPHRANEA, PROPHILUS with CALANTHA, CHRISTALLA with HEMOPHIL, PHILEMA with GRONEAS. They dance the first change; during which ARMOSTES enters. Arm. [Whispers CALANTHA] The king your father's dead. Cal. To the other change. Arm. Is't possible? They dance the second change. Enter BASSANES. Bass. [Whispers CALANTHA] O, madam! Penthea, poor Penthea's starved. Cal. Beshrew thee! Lead to the next. Bass. Amazement dulls my senses. They dance the third change. Enter ORGILUS. Org. [Whispers CALANTHA] Brave Ithocles is murdered, murdered cruelly. Cal. How dull this music sounds! Strike up more sprightly; Our footings are not active like our heart, Which treads the nimbler measure. Org. I am thunderstruck. The last change. Cal. So! let us breathe awhile. [Music ceases.] Hath not this motion Raised fresher colour on our cheeks? Near. Sweet princess, A perfect purity of blood enamels The beauty of your white. Cal. We all look cheerfully: And, cousin, 'tis methinks a rare presumption In any who prefer our lawful pleasures Before their own sour censure, t' interrupt The custom of this ceremony bluntly. Near. None dares, lady. Cal. Yes, yes; some hollow voice delivered to me How that the king was dead. Arm. The king is dead: That fatal news was mine; for in mine arms He breathed his last, and with his crown bequeathed ye Your mother's wedding-ring; which here I tender. Crot. Most strange! Cal. Peace crown his ashes! We are queen, then. Near. Long live Calantha! Sparta's sovereign queen! All. Long live the queen! Cal. What whispered Bassanes? Bass. That my Penthea, miserable soul, Was starved to death. Cal. She's happy; she hath finished A long and painful progress.A third murmur Pierced mine unwilling ears. Org. That Ithocles Was murdered;rather butchered, had not bravery Of an undaunted spirit, conquering terror, Proclaimed his last act triumph over ruin. Arm. How! murdered! Cal. By whose hand? Org. By mine; this weapon Was instrument to my revenge: the reasons Are just, and known; quit him of these, and then Never lived gentleman of greater merit, Hope or abiliment to steer a kingdom. Crot. Fie, Orgilus! Euph. Fie, brother! Cal. You have done it? Bass. How it was done let him report, the forfeit Of whose allegiance to our laws doth covet Rigour of justice; but that done it is Mine eyes have been an evidence of credit Too sure to be convinced. Armostes, rend not Thine arteries with hearing the bare circumstances Of these calamities; thou'st lost a nephew, A niece, and I a wife: continue man still; Make me the pattern of digesting evils, Who can outlive my mighty ones, not shrinking At such a pressure as would sink a soul Into what's most of death, the worst of horrors. But I have sealed a covenant with sadness, And entered into bonds without condition, To stand these tempests calmly; mark me, nobles, I do not shed a tear, not for Penthea! Excellent misery! Cal. We begin our reign With a first act of justice: thy confession, Unhappy Orgilus, dooms thee a sentence; But yet thy father's or thy sister's presence Shall be excused.Give, Crotolon, a blessing To thy lost son;Euphranea, take a farewell; And both be gone. Crot. [To ORGILUS.] Confirm thee noble sorrow In worthy resolution! Euph. Could my tears speak, My griefs were slight. Org. All goodness dwell amongst ye! Enjoy my sister, Prophilus: my vengeance Aimed never at thy prejudice. Cal. Now withdraw. [Exeunt CROTOLON, PROPHILUS, and EUPHRANEA. Bloody relater of thy stains in blood, For that thou hast reported him, whose fortunes And life by thee are both at once snatched from him, With honourable mention, make thy choice Of what death likes thee best; there's all our bounty. But to excuse delays, let me, dear cousin, Intreat you and these lords see execution Instant before ye part. Near. Your will commands us Org. One suit, just queen, my last: vouchsafe your clemency, That by no common hand I be divided From this my humble frailty. Cal. To their wisdoms Who are to be spectators of thine end I make the reference: those that are dead Are dead; had they not now died, of necessity They must have paid the debt they owed to nature One time or other.Use dispatch, my lords; We'll suddenly prepare our coronation. [Exeunt CALANTHA, PHILEMA, and CHRISTALLA. Arm. 'Tis strange these tragedies should never touch on Her female pity. Bass. She has a masculine spirit; And wherefore should I pule, and, like a girl, Put finger in the eye? let's be all toughness, Without distinction betwixt sex and sex. Near. Now, Orgilus, thy choice? Org. To bleed to death. Arm. The executioner? Org. Myself, no surgeon; I am well skilled in letting blood. Bind fast This arm, that so the pipes may from their conduits Convey a full stream; here's a skilful instrument: [Shows his dagger. Only I am a beggar to some charity To speed me in this execution By lending th' other prick to the tother arm, When this is bubbling life out. Bass. I am for ye; It most concerns my art, my care, my credit. Quick fillet both his arms. Org. Grammercy, friendship! Such courtesies are real which flow cheerfully Without an expectation of requital. Reach me a staff in this hand. [They give him a staff.] If a proneness Or custom in my nature from my cradle Had been inclined to fierce and eager bloodshed, A coward guilt, hid in a coward quaking, Would have betrayed me to ignoble flight And vagabond pursuit of dreadful safety: But look upon my steadiness, and scorn not The sickness of my fortune, which since Bassanes Was husband to Penthea had lain bed-rid. We trifle time in words:thus I show cunning In opening of a vein too full, too lively. [Pierces the vein with his dagger. Arm. Desperate courage! Near. Honourable infamy! Hem. I tremble at the sight. Gro. Would I were loose! Bass. It sparkles like a lusty wine new broached; The vessel must be sound from which it issues. Grasp hard this other stickI'll be as nimble But prithee, look not palehave at ye! stretch out Thine arm with vigour and with unshook virtue. [Opens the vein. Good! O, I envy not a rival, fitted To conquer in extremities: this pastime Appears majestical; some high-tuned poem Hereafter shall deliver to posterity The writer's glory and his subject's triumph. How is't, man?droop not yet. Org. I feel no palsies. On a pair-royal do I wait in death; My sovereign, as his liegeman; on my mistress, As a devoted servant; and on Ithocles, As if no brave, yet no unworthy enemy: Nor did I use an engine to entrap His life, out of a slavish fear to combat Youth, strength, or cunning; but for that I durst not Engage the goodness of a cause on fortune, By which his name might have outfaced my vengeance. O, Tecnicus, inspired with Phœbus' fire! I call to mind thy augury, 'twas perfect; "Revenge proves its own executioner." When feeble man is bending to his mother, The dust he was first framed on, thus he totters. Bass. Life's fountain is dried up. Org. So falls the standard Of my prerogative in being a creature! A mist hangs o'er mine eyes, the sun's bright splendour Is clouded in an everlasting shadow; Welcome, thou ice, that sitt'st about my heart No heat can ever thaw thee. [Dies. Near. Speech hath left him. Bass. He has shook hands with time; his funeral urn Shall be my charge: remove the bloodless body. The coronation must require attendance; That past, my few days can be but one mourning. [Exeunt. SCENE III.A Temple. An altar covered with white; two lights of virgin wax upon it. Recorders play, during which enter Attendants bearing ITHOCLES on a hearse (in a rich robe, with a crown on his head) and place him on one side of the altar. Afterwards enter CALANTHA in white, crowned, attended by EUPHRANEA, PHILEMA, and CHRISTALLA, also in white; NEARCHUS, ARMOSTES, CROTOLON, PROPHILUS, AMELUS, BASSANES, HEMEPHIL, and GRONEAS. CALANTHA kneels before the altar, the Ladies kneeling behind her, the rest stand off. The recorders cease during her devotions. Soft music. CALANTHA and the rest rise, doing obeisance to the altar. Cal. Our orisons are heard; the gods are merciful. Now tell me, you whose loyalties pay tribute To us your lawful sovereign, how unskilful Your duties or obedience is to render Subjection to the sceptre of a virgin, Who have been ever fortunate in princes Of masculine and stirring composition. A woman has enough to govern wisely Her own demeanours, passions, and divisions. A nation warlike and inured to practice Of policy and labour cannot brook A feminate authority: we therefore Command your counsel, how you may advise us In choosing of a husband, whose abilities Can better guide this kingdom. Near. Royal lady, Your law is in your will. Arm. We have seen tokens Of constancy too lately to mistrust it. Crot. Yet, if your highness settle on a choice By your own judgment both allowed and liked of, Sparta may grow in power, and proceed To an increasing height. Cal. Hold you the same mind? Bass. Alas, great mistress, reason is so clouded With the thick darkness of my infinite woes, That I forecast nor dangers, hopes, or safety. Give me some corner of the world to wear out The remnant of the minutes I must number, Where I may hear no sounds but sad complaints Of virgins who have lost contracted partners; Of husbands howling that their wives were ravish By some untimely fate; of friends divided By churlish opposition; or of fathers Weeping upon their children's slaughter'd carcases; Or daughters groaning o'er their fathers' hearses; And I can dwell there, and with these keep consort As musical as theirs. What can you look for From an old, foolish, peevish, doting man But craziness of age? Cal. Cousin of Argos, Near. Madam? Cal. Were I presently To choose you for my lord, I'll open freely What articles I would propose to treat on Before our marriage. Near. Name them, virtuous lady. Cal. I would presume you would retain the royalty Of Sparta in her own bounds; then in Argos Armostes might be viceroy; in Messene Might Crotolon bear sway; and Bassanes Bass. I, queen! alas, what I? Cal. Be Sparta's marshal: The multitudes of high employments could not But set a peace to private griefs. These gentlemen, Groneas and Hemophil, with worthy pensions, Should wait upon your person in your chamber. I would bestow Christalla on Amelus, She'll prove a constant wife; and Philema Should into Vesta's Temple. Bass. This is a testament! It sounds not like conditions on a marriage. Near. All this should be performed. Cal. Lastly, for Prophilus, He should be, cousin, solemnly invested In all those honours, titles, and preferments Which his dear friend and my neglected husband Too short a time enjoyed. Pro. I am unworthy To live in your remembrance. Euph. Excellent lady! Near. Madam, what means that word, "neglected husband"? Cal. Forgive me:now I turn to thee, thou shadow Of my contracted lord! Bear witness all, I put my mother's wedding-ring upon His finger; 'twas my father's last bequest. [Places a ring on the finger of ITHOCLES. Thus I new-marry him whose wife I am; Death shall not separate us. O, my lords, I but deceived your eyes with antic gesture, When one news straight came huddling on another Of death! and death! and death! still I danced forward; But it struck home, and here, and in an instant. Be such mere women, who with shrieks and outcries Can vow a present end to all their sorrows, Yet live to court new pleasures, and outlive them: They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings; Let me die smiling. Near. 'Tis a truth too ominous. Cal. One kiss on these cold lips, my last! [Kisses ITHOCLES.]Crack, crack! Argos now's Sparta's king.Command the voices Which wait at the altar now to sing the song I fitted for my end. Near. Sirs, the song! DIRGE. Chor. Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease, Can but please The outward senses, when the mind Is or untroubled or by peace refined. 1st. Voice. Crowns may flourish and decay, Beauties shine, but fade away. 2nd Voice. Youth may revel, yet it must Lie down in a bed of dust. 3rd Voice. Earthly honours flow and waste, Time alone doth change and last. Chor. Sorrows mingled with contents prepare Rest far care; Love only reigns in death; though art Can find no comfort for a broken heart. [CALANTHA dies. Arm. Look to the queen! Bass. Her heart is broke indeed. O, royal maid, would thou hadst missed this part! Yet 'twas a brave one. I must weep to see Her smile in death. Arm. Wise Tecnicus! thus said he; "When youth is ripe, and age from time doth part, The Lifeless Trunk shall wed the Broken Heart." is here fulfilled. Near. I am your king. All. Long live Nearchus, King of Sparta! Near. Her last will Shall never be digressed from: wait in order Upon these faithful lovers, as becomes us. The counsels of the gods are never known Till men can call the effects of them their own. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. WHERE noble judgments and clear eyes are fixed To grace endeavour, there sits truth, not mixed With ignorance; those censures may command Belief which talk not till they understand. 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