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Thou art the very honeycomb of honesty. Sports are more gamesome: am I yet in merriPku. The garland of good-will:- Old lady,
Why dost not laugh?
[Ereunt GRA. and Phu. Cannot but lodge under a roof so excellent:
pitifully; Of abject scarcity, the quintessence,
And 'twere a comely musick, when in parts Soul, and elixir of the earth's abundance, One sung another's knell: the turtle sighs The treasures of the sea, the air, nay heaven, When he hath lost his mate; and yet some say Repining at these glories of creation,
He must be dead first : 'tis a fine deceit Are verier beasts than beasts; and of those beasts To pass away in a dream: indeed I've slept The worst am I: I, who was made a monarch With mine eyes open a great while. No falseOf what a heart could wish, of a chaste wife,
hood Endeavoured what in me lay, to pull down Equals a broken faith; there's not a hair That temple built for adoration only,
Sticks on my head, but, like a leaden plummet, And level in the dust of causeless scandal. It sinks me to the grave. I must creep thithet ; But to redeem a sacrilege so inpious,
The journey is not long.
Ith. But thou, Penthea,
Ere thou canst travel that way,
Bass. Let the sun first The calms of my composure.
Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness,
Before the light of nature, chiefly formed
For the whole world's delight, feel an eclipse Org. I have found thee,
So universal. Thou patron of more horrors than the bulk Org. Wisdom, look ye, Of manhood, hooped about with ribs of iron, Begins to rave :--art thou mad too, antiquity? Can cram within thy breast: Penthea, Bassanes, Pen. Since I was first a wife, I might have been Cursed by thy jealousies, more, by thy dotage, Mother to many pretty prattling babes : Is left a prey to words.
They would have smild, when I smil'd; and, for Bass. Exercise
.certain, Your trials for addition to my penance :
I should have cried when they cried. Truly, bro I am resolv’d.
ther, Org. Play not with misery
My father would have picked me out a husband, Past cure: some angry minister of fate hath And then my little ones had been no bastards: Deposed the empress of her soul, her reason,
But 'tis too late for me to marry now. From its most proper throne. But, what's the I am past child-bearing: 'tis not my fault. miracle
Bass. Fall on me, if there be a burning Etna, More new, I, I have seen it, and yet live. And bury me in flames; sweats, hot as sulphur, Bass. You may delude my senses, not my Boil through my pores! Ailliction hath in store judgment :
No torture like to this. 'Tis anchor'd into a firm resolution;
Org. Behold a patience !
Do something worth a chronicle; shew justice Org. May the death of love to her
Upon the author of this mischief; dig out Damn all thy comforts to a lasting fast The jealousies that hatched this thraldom first From every joy of life! Thou barren rock, With thine own poniard: every antick rapture By thee we have been split in ken of harbour. Can roar as thine does.
Ith. Orgilus, forbear. Enter PENTHEA, with her hair flying, ITHOCLES, Bass. Disturb him not: it is a talking motion PHILEMA and CHRYSTALLA.
Provided for my torment. What a fool am I Ith. Sister, look up; your Ithocles, your bro- To baudy passion? Ere I'll speak a word, ther,
I will look on and burst. Speaks to you: Why do you weep? Dear, turn Pen. I loved you once. [To ORGILUS. not from me!
Org. Thou didst, wrong'd crcature, in despite Here is a killing sight; to Bassanes
of malice; A lamentable object !
For it I love thee ever. Org. Man, dost see't?
Pen. Spare your hand;
Believe me, I'll not hurt-it.
A murtheress to thyself.—Hear'st thou this, Org. Pain my heart too!
Bassanes ? Pen. Complain not though I wring it hard : Bass. Foh! I am busy ; for I have not thoughts I'll kiss it;
Enough to think. All shall be well anon; Oh, 'tis a fine soft palm.-Hark in thine ear! 'Tis tumbling in my head: there is a mastery Like whom do I look, pr’ythee? Nay, no whis. In art, to fatten and keep smooth the outside; pering
Yes, and to comfort up the vital spirits Goodness! we had been happy: too much happi- Without the help of food, fumes cr perfumes, ness
Perfumes or fumes. Let her alone? I'd search Will make folk proud, they say. But that is
out he:- (Pointing to ITHOCLES. The trick on't. And yet he paid for’t home. Alas ! his heart Pen. Lead me gently; heavens reward ye. Is crent into the cabinet of the princess ; Griefs are sure friends; they leave, without conWe shall have points and bride-laces. Remember
troul, When we last gathered roses in the garden, Nor cure nor comforts for a leprous soul. I found my wits, but truly you lost yours.
[Erit PENTHEA, supported by CHRIST. and That's he, and still 'tis he.
PHIL. Ith. Poor soul, how idly
Bass. I grant ye; and will put in practice inHer fancies guide her tongue !
stantly Bass. Keep in vexation,
What you shall still admire: 'tis wonderful, And break not into clamour.
[Aside. 'Tis supersingular, not to be matched: Org. She has tutor'd me:
Yet, when I've done't, I've done't; ye shall all Some powerful inspiration checks my laziness.
[Erit. Now let me kiss your hand, grieved beauty. Arm. The sight is full of terror. Pen. Kiss it.
Ith. On my soul
Shall's welcome him with thunder? We are Which married batchelors hang in their ears.
haunted, Org. Peace usher her into Elysium!
And must use exorcising to conjure down If this be madness, madness is an oracle. This spirit of malevolence.
(Erit ORG. Arm. Mildly, nephew. Ith. Christalla, Philema, when slept my sister ? Her ravings are so wild !
Enter NEARCHỤS and AMELUS. Christ. Sir, not these ten days.
Near. I come not, sir, to chide your late disorPhi. We watch by her continually; besides,
der; We cannot any way pray her to eat.
Admitting that th? inurement to a roughness Bass. Oh, misery of miseries !
In soldiers of your years and fortunes, chiefly Pen. Take comfort,
So lately prosperous, hath not yet shook off You may live well, and die a good old man : The custom of the war in hours of leisure: Bv yea and nay, an oath not to be broken, Nor shall you need excuse, since you're to render If you had joined our hands once in the temple, Account to that fair excellence, the princess, ('Twas since my father died, for had he lived Who in her private gallery expects it He would have done't,) I must have called you from your own mouth alone: I am a messenger father.
But to her pleasure. Oh, my wreck'd honour, ruin’d by those tyrants, Ith. Excellent Nearchus, A cruel brother and a desperate dotage ! Be prince still of my services, and conquer, There is no peace left for a ravish'd wife Without the combat of dispute; I honour ye. Widowed by lawless marriage; to all memory, Near. The king is on a sudden indisposed; Penthea's, poor Penthea's name is strumpeted: Physicians are called for: 'twere fit, Armostes, But since her blood was seasoned by the forfeit You should be near him. Of noble shame, with mixtures of pollution, Arm. Sir, I kiss your hands. Her blood-'tis just,-be henceforth never
(Ereunt ITHOCLES and ARMOSTES. heightened
Near. Amelus, I perceive Calantha's bosom With taste of sustenance. Now let that fulness Is warm'd with other fures than such as can Whose pleurisy hath fevered faith and modesty- Take strength from any fuel of the love Forgive me -Oh! I faint.
I might address to her; young Ithocles,
Or ever I mistake, is lord ascendant
In every disposition nobly fashioned.
rivall'a, Which are ordained for life? Be not, my sister, Considering the inequality of the persons ?
Near. I can, Amelus; for affections, injured Crot. Besides, most gracious lord, the pith of By tyranny or rigour of compulsion,
oracles Like tempest-threatened trees unfirmly rooted, Is to be then digested, when th' events Ne'er spring to timely growth: observe, for in- Expound their truth, not brought as soon to light stance,
As utter'd; truth is child of time: and herein Life-spent Penthea, and unhappy Orgilus. I find no scruple, rather cause of comfort,
Ame. How does your grace determine? With unity of kingdoms.
Amy. May it prove so,
For weal of this dear nation!Where is Ithocles: And, though they shall not know, yet they shall Armostes, Crotolon, when this wither'd vine find it.
(Ereunl. Of my frail carcase on the funeral pile
Is fired into its ashes, let that young man SCENE III.- A Royal Apartment. Be hedged about still with your cares and loves ;
Much owe I to his worth, much to his service. Enter Amyclas, led by HEMOPHIL and GRO- Let such as wait come in now.
NEAS, and is placed in a chair ; followed by Arm, All attend here.
Enter ITHOCLES, CALANTHA, PROPHILUS, OR-
GILUS, EUPHRANEA, HEMOPHIL, und Gro
Cal. Dear sir! king! father!
Amy. Cleave not my heart, sweet twins of my Except Armostes, and you, Crotolon:
life's solace, We would be private.
With your fore-judging fears: there is n phyProph. Health unto your majesty.
sic (Ereunt PROPH. HEM. and Gro. So cunningly restorative to cherish Amy. What? Tecnicus is gone?
The fall of age, or call back youth and vigour, Arm. He is, to Delphos ;
As your consents in duty: I will shake off And to your royal hands presents this box. This languishing disease of time, to quicken
Amy. Unseal it, good Ármostes; therein lie Fresh pleasures in these drooping hours of sad-
Org. This very morning,
Which, with your highness' leave, you may observe The stock, soon withering, want of sap Doth cause to quail the budding grape :
Our sister looks, methinks, mirthful and sprightBut from the neighbouring elm a dew
ly; Shall drop, and feed the plot anew.”
As if her chaster fancy could already, Amy. That is the oracle; what exposition Expound the riddle of her gain in losing Makes the philosopher ?
A trifle; maids know only that they know not. Arm. This brief one only:
Pish! prythee, blush not : 'tis but honest change [Reads.] “ The plot is Sparta, the dried vine the of fashion in the garment, loose for straight, king;
And so the modest maid is made a wife.
Euph. You are pleasant.
comes thee. Amy. Enough: although the opening of this But wherefore sits the court in such a silence ? riddle
A wedding without revels is not seemly. Be but itself a riddle, yet we construe
Cal. Your late indispos tion, sir, forbade it. How near our labouring age draws to a rest: Amy. Be it thy charge, Calantha, to set forBut must Calantha quail to that young grape,
ward Untimely budded? I could mourn for her; The bridal sports, to which I will be present; Her tenderness hath yet deserved no rigour If not, at least consenting. Mine own Ithocles, So to be crost by fate.
I have done little for thee yet.
Ith. You've built me
Amy. Demand, and have it.
Account him yours, than he deserves in all things Org. Still, why not?
dom Amy. Still thou’rt my daughter,
Stands seated in your will, secure and settled, Still grow'st upon my heart! Give me thine hand; I dare pronounce you will be a just monarch ; Calantha, take thine own; in noble actions Greece must admire and tremble. Thou'lt find him firm and absolute: I would Ith. Then the sweetness
Of so imparadised a comfort, Orgilus ! Have parted with thee, Ithocles, to any
It is to banquet with the gods. But to a mistress, who is all what I am.
Org. The glory
Bent knees, hearts pav'd to tread on,
So dear, so fast as thine!
Org. I am unfitting
For office, but for service.
In all respects else, but the bed.
Org. The bed ?
(Aside. We slip down in the common earth together, Amy. On to your recreations !-Now convey And there our beds are equal, save some mona
ment Unto my bed-chamber: none on his forehead
To shew this was the king, and this the subWear a distemper'd look.
ject. All. The gods preserve ye !
[Soft sad music,
List, what sad sounds are these extremely sad Cal. Sweet, be not from my sight. Ith. My whole felicity!
Ith. Sure from Penthea's lodgings, [AMYCLAS is led out. Ereunt all but ITHO
Org. Hark! a voice too,
A SONG.-Sung behind the Scene,
Oh no more, no more! too late Call me thine own, for Prophilus must hence
Sighs are spent; the burning tapers forth
Of a life as chaste as fate, Be all thy sister's ; friendship, though it cease not
Pure as are unwritten papers, In marriage, yet is oft at less command
Are burnt out ; no heat, no light Than when a single freedom can dispose it.
Now remains ; 'tis ever night. Org. Most right, my most good lord, my most
Love is dead ; let looers' eyes,
Lock'd in endless dreams,
Th' extremes of all extremes
Open no more, for now love dies ; The sovereignty of kingdoms in their nonage
Now lode dies, implying Stoop'd to desert, not birth: there's as much
Love's martyrs must be ever, eder dying, 'merit
Ith. Oh, my misgiving heart! In clearness of affection, as in puddle
Org. A horrid stilness Of generation : you have conquer'd love, Succeeds this deathful air. Let's know the rea. Even in the loveliest ; if I greatly err not, The son of Venus hath bequeathed his quiver Tread softly; there is mystery in mourning. To Ithocles to manage, by whose arrows
(Ereunt. Calantha's breast is open'd. Ith. Can't be possible?
SCENE IV.-Chamber of PENTHEA. Org. I was myself a piece of suitor once, And forward in preferment too; so forward,
PENTHEA discovered in a chair veiled; two serThat, speaking truth, I may without offence, sir, vants place two other chairs, one with an enPresume to whisper, that my hopes, and (hark gine; the maids CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA ye!)
sit down at her feet, mourning: My certainty of marriage stood assured
Enter ITHOCLES and ORGILUS.
Sero. 'Tis done ; that on her right hand. Ith. 'Tis granted:
(Placing the chairs. And for a league of privacy between us,
Org, Good : begone. [Ereunt serdants. Read o'er my bošom, and partake a secret:
Ith. Soft peace enrich this room! The princess is contracted mine.
Org. How fares the lady?
Alas! they were beneath your royal pity; Christ. Dead.
But yet they lived, thou proud man, to confound Phil. Starv'd.
thee. Christ. Starv'd.
Behold thy fate: this steel ! [Draws his sword. Ith. Me miserable!
Ith. Strike home! A courage Org. Tell us,
As keen as thy revenge shall give it welcome. How parted she from life?
But pr’ythee faint not; if the wound close up, Phil. She called for music,
Tent it with double force, and search it deeply. And begg'd some gentle voice to tune a fare- Thou look'st that I should whine, and beg comwell
passion, To life and griefs: Christalla touched the lute; As loath to leave the newness of my glories: I wept the funeral song,
A statelier resolution arms my confidence,
Tb cozen thee of honour ; neither could I,
Too mighty for a slave intending murder.
On to the execution, and inherit Org. Up! you are messengers of death: go A conflict with thy horrors!
(CHRIST. und Phil. rise. Org. By Apollo, Here's woe enough to court without a prompter. Thou talk'st a goodly language! for requital Away! and, --hark ye,-till you see us next, I will report thee to thy mistress richly. No syllable that she is dead.-Away,
And take this peace along: some few short miKeep a smooth brow.—Mylord ! [TOITHOCLES.
nutes (Ereunt Christ. and Phil. Determin’d, my resolves shall quickly follow Ith. Mine only sister !
Thy wrathful ghost; then, if we tug for mastery. Another is not left me.
Penthea's sacred eyes shall lend new courage. Org. Take that chair,
Give me thy hand: be healthful in thy parting I'll seat me here in this: between us sits From lost mortality. Thus, thus I free it. The object of our sorrows; some few tears
[Stabs him. We'll part among us; I perhaps can mix
Ith. Yet, yet I scorn to shrink. One lamentable story to prepare them.
Org. Keep up thy spirit : There, there! sit there, my lord.
I will be gentle even in blood; to linger Ith. Yes, as you please.
Pain, which I strive to cure, were to be cruel. [Sits down, and is caught in the engine. Ith. Nimble in vengeance, I forgive thee. FolWhat means this treachery?
low Org. Caught; you are caught,
Safety, with best success : oh may it prosper! Young master : 'tis thy throne of coronation, Penthea; by thy side thy brother bleeds, Thou fool of greatness. See, I take this veil off: The earnest of his wrongs to thy forc'd faith. Survey a beauty withered by the flames Thoughts of ambition or delicious banquet, Of an insulting Phæton, her brother.
With beauty, youth, and love, together perish Ith. Thou mean’st to kill me basely.
In my last breath, which on the sacred altar Org. I foreknew
Of a long look'd for peace-now-moves—to The last act of her life, and trained thee hither
[Dies. To sacrifice a tyrant to a turtle.
Org. Farewell, fair spring of manhood; henceYou dreamt of kingdoms, did ye? how to bosom
forth welcome The delicacies of a youngling princess,
Best expectation of a noble sufferance! How with this nod to grace that subtle courtier, I'll look the body's safe, till what must follow How with that frown to make this noble tremble, Shall be approved.—Sweet twins, shine stars for And so forth; whilst Penthea's groans and tor
ever ! tures,
In vain they build their hopes, whose life is shame; Her agonies, her miseries, afflictions,
No monument lasts but a happy name. [Erit. Ne'er touched upon your thought? As for my in
For here in Sparta, there's not left amongst us SCENE I.- A Room the House of BASSANES. One wise man to direct ; we're all turn'd mad
caps. Enter BASSANES.
'Tis said Apollo is the god of herbs; Bass. Athens-to Athens I have sent, the nur. Then certainly he knows the virtue of them: sery
To Delphos I have sent too; if there can be Of Greece for learning, and the fount of know- A help for nature, we are sure yet.