THE BROKEN HEART
BY JOHN FORD
| THE SPEAKERS' NAMES FITTED TO
| AMYCLAS, Common to
Kings of Laconia.
|| CALANTHA, Flower of
the King's Daughter.
| ITHOCLES, Honour of
loveliness, a Favourite.
|| PENTHEA, Complaint,
Sister to Ithocles [and Wife to
| ORGILUS, Angry,
| BASSANES, Vexation, a
|| EUPHRANEA, Joy,
a Maid of honour [Daughter to Croto-
| ARMOSTES, an Appeaser,
a Councillor of State.
| CROTOLON, Noise,
|| CHRISTALLA, Christal,
| Maids of honour.
| PROPHILUS, Dear,
Friend to Ithocles.
|| PHILEMA, A Kiss.
| NEARCHUS, Young
Prince of Argos.
|| GRAUSIS, 1
Old Beldam, Overseer of Penthea.
| TECNICUS, Artist,
| HEMOPHIL, Glutton,
| two Courtiers.
| GRONEAS, Tavern-haunter,
| AMELUS, Trusty,
|| THEASUS, Fierceness,
Father of Ithocles.
| PHULAS, Watchful,
Servant to Bassanes.
|| APLOTES, Simplicity,
Orgilus so disguised.
| Lords, Courtiers,
SCENE — Sparta.
| OUR scene is Sparta. He whose
best of art
hath drawn this piece calls it THE BROKEN
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,
Tun'd to unchaste ears, suit not modest tongues.
The Virgin Sisters then deserv'd fresh bays
When Innocence and Sweetness crown'd their lays;
Then vices gasp'd for breath, whose whole commerce
Was whipp'd 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, 2
when time's youth
Wanted some riper years, was known a truth:
In which, if words have cloth'd the subject right,
You may partake a pity with delight.
Enter CROTOLON and
Crot. Dally not
will know the reason
That speeds thee to this journey.
Reason! good sir,
I can yield many.
Give me one, a good
Such I expect, and ere we part must have.
To kick against the world, turn cynic, stoic,
| Athens! Pray, why to
You intend not
Or read the logic lecture, or become
An Areopagite, 4
and judge in cases
Touching the commonwealth; for, as I take it,
The budding of your chin cannot prognosticate
So grave an honour.
All this I
Crot. You do! Then,
if books and love
Inflame you to this travel, here in Sparta
You may as freely study.
|| Q. Gransis,
|| Q. a fiction.
|| A room in Crotolon's
|| A member of the
the highest judicial
court in Athens.
'T is not that, sir.
To acquaint me with the truth.
Crot. Not that, sir! As a father, I command
Thus I obey ye.
After so many quarrels as dissension,
Fury, and rage had broacht in blood, and some-
With death to such confederates as sided
With now-dead Thrasus and yourself, my lord;
Your eager swords and seal'd a gentle peace:
| Our present king,
Friends you profest yourselves; which to con-
A resolution for a lasting league
By joining in a Hymenean bond
| Betwixt your families
Me and the fair Penthea, only daughter
What of this?
Much, much, dear sir.
A freedom of converse, an interchange
In a firm growth of union, that no time
| Of holy and chaste
fixt our souls
Can eat into the pledge: we had enjoy'd
The sweets our vows expected, had not cruelty
Prevented all those triumphs we prepar'd for,
By Thrasus his untimely death.
Org. From this time
sprouted up that poison-
Of aconite, whose ripened fruit hath ravisht
All health, all comfort of a happy life;
For Ithocles, her brother, proud of youth,
The memory of former discontents,
| And prouder in his
To glory in revenge. By cunning partly,
Partly by threats, 'a woos at once and forces
His virtuous sister to admit a marriage
And riches, I confess, beyond my fortunes.
| With Bassanes, a
Crot. All this is no
reason to impor-
My leave for thy departure.
Now it follows.
Beauteous Penthea, wedded to this torture
Compell'd to yield her virgin freedom up
| By an insulting
To him who never can usurp her heart,
Before contracted mine, is now so yok'd
To a most barbarous thraldrom, misery,
Whose sorrow melts not into more than pity
| Affliction, that he
In hearing but her name.
As how, pray?
The man that calls her wife, considers truly
What heaven of perfections he is lord of
Begets a kind of monster-love, which love
| By thinking fair
his: this thought
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
Some one, he is assur'd, may now or then,
| He doth resolve 1
do homage to the miracle;
If opportunity but sort, 2
So much, out of a self-unworthiness,
His fears transport him; not that he finds
| In her obedience, but
Crot. You spin out your discourse.
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,
Know I nor dare nor dream of. Hence, from
| And undermine her
which the gods
I undertake a voluntary exile;
First, by my absence to take off the cares
Of jealous Bassanes; but chiefly, sir,
Lastly, to lose the memory of something
| To free Penthea from a
Her presence makes to live in me afresh.
Crot. Enough, my Orgilus, enough. To Ath-
I give a full consent. — Alas, good lady! —
We shall hear from thee often?
Thy sister comes to give a farewell.
Org. Euphranea, thus
thy cheeks I
A brother's kiss; more careful of thine honour,
Thy health, and thy well-doing, than my life.
I must prefer a suit t' ye.
| Before we part, in
of our father,
You may style it,
My brother, a command.
That you will promise
To pass never to any man, however
Worthy, your faith, till, with our father's
I give a free consent.
I'll promise for her, Orgilus.
Euphranea's oath must yield me satisfaction.
Euph. By Vesta's
fires I swear.
By Great Apollo's beams, join in the vow,
On any living.
| Not without thy
And 't were injustice, — more, a tyranny, —
Mistake me not: far, far 't is from my thought,
As far from any wish of mine, to hinder
Preferment to an honourable bed
Or fitting fortune; thou art young and hand-
Not to advance thy merit. Trust me, sister,
It shall be my first care to see thee match'd
I have your oath.
| As may become thy
You have. But mean
To leave us, as you say?
Ay, ay, Euphranea;
He has just grounds direct
A father and a brother to thee.
Does look into the secrets of all hearts:
Gods, you have mercy with ye, else —
Thy brother will return in safety to us.
Org. Souls sunk in
never are without
They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs
the King, ARMOS-
TES, PROPHILUS, [Courtiers,] and Attendants.
Amy. The Spartan
Shall bend before their altars, and perfume
Their temples with abundant sacrifice.
See, lords, Amyclas, your old king, is ent'ring
This silver badge of age, and change this snow
| Into his youth again!
shall shake off
For hairs as gay as are Apollo's locks;
Our heart leaps in new vigour.
May old time
Run back to double your long life, great sir!
Amy. It will, it
Armostes: thy bold
Death-braving Ithocles, brings to our gates
Triumphs and peace upon his conquering
Laconia is a monarchy at length;
Hath in this latter war trod under foot
To Lacedaemon's royalty. O, 't was
| Messene's pride;
bows her neck
A glorious victory, and doth deserve
More than a chronicle — a temple, lords,
A temple to the name of Ithocles. —
Where didst thou leave him, Prophilus?
Most gracious sovereign; twenty of the noblest
Of the Messenians there attend your pleasure,
For such conditions as you shall propose
In settling peace, and liberty of life.
Amy. When comes your
friend, the general?
To follow with all speed convenient.
Enter CALANTHA, EUPHRANEA;
and PHILEMA [with a garland;] and CROTO-
Amy. Our daughter! —
The conquest of Messene, hath already
Enrich'd thy knowledge.
By Prophilus himself: — But, pray, sir, tell me
| And manner of the
How doth the youthful general demean
His actions in these fortunes?
Your own fair eyes may soon report a truth
Calmness of nature, measure, bounds, and limits
| Unto your judgment,
Of thankfulness and joy, 'a doth digest
Such amplitude of his success as would
In others, moulded of a spirit less clear,
But Ithocles —
| Advance 'em to
Your friend —
He is so, madam,
In which the period of my fate consists:
He, in this firmament of honour, stands
Like a star fixt, not mov'd with any thunder
Of self-opinion; he hath serv'd his country,
| Of popular applause or
And thinks 't was but his duty.
A miracle of man.
Hark, warning of his coming! All attend him.
On forfeit of a king's word, thou wilt find
the rest of the Lords ushering him in.
Return into these arms, thy
Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosom,
Mine own, own Ithocles!
Arm. Proud of the
claim an interest
Right noble nephew.
|As brother to thy
Sir, your love's too
Crot. Our country
by me, who by thy
Wisdom, and service, shares in this great ac-
Returning thee, in part of thy due merits,
A general welcome.
You exceed in
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
To crown thy temples, this provincial garland: 2
Accept, wear, and enjoy it as our gift
Deserv'd, not purchas'd.
Y' are a royal maid.
Amy. She is in all
Let me blush,
What nothings I have done, compar'd with th'
| Acknowledging how
Heap'd on the issue of a willing mind;
In that lay mine ability, that only:
For who is he so sluggish from his birth,
That owes not out of gratitude for life
| So little worthy of a
A debt of service, in what kind soever
Safety or counsel of the commonwealth
Requires, for payment?
|| A room in the palace.
|| The laurel wreath . .
conferred on those who
added a province to the empire. (Gifford.)
'A speaks truth.
Applause runs madding, like the drunken
| Is pleas'd to style
victorious, there to such
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 pur-
As his whose much more delicate condition
Hath suckt the milk of ease: judgment; com-
But resolution executes. I use not,
Before this royal presence, these fit slights 1
My speech hath other end; not to attribute
| As in contempt of such
All praise to one man's fortune, which is
By many hands. For instance, here is Prophilus,
A gentleman — I cannot flatter truth —
Both Hemophil and Groneas were not missing
| Of much desert; and,
in other rank,
To wish their country's peace; for, in a word,
All there did strive their best, and 't was our
Amy. Courtiers turn
soldiers! — We vouch-
safe our hand.
[HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS kiss
Observe your great example.
After these toils is 2 needful. We must think
Conditions for the conquered; they expect 3
On! — Come, my Ithocles.
Sir, with your
I need not a supporter.
Exeunt. HEMOPHIL stays CHRIS-
TALLA; GRONEAS, PHILEMA.
Chris. With me?
Indeed, I dare not
Soldiers are blunt, —
Fie, this is
You went not hence such creatures.
Is of a mounting nature.
It appears so. —
Have you two been the death of?
| Pray, in earnest, how
'Faith, not many;
We were compos'd of mercy.
For our daring,
You heard the general's approbation
Before the king.
Chris. You "wish'd
Such as the soldier fights for?
That show'd your charity: where are your
They are coming.
Chris. By the next
carrier, are they not?
When I was in the thickest of mine enemies,
Slashing off one man's head, another's nose,
Another's arms and legs, —
Gro. Then would I with a sigh remember
And cry "Dear Philema, 't is for thy sake
I do these deeds of wonder!" — Dost not love
With all thy heart now?
Now as heretofore.
Will hardly yield an interest.
| I have not put my love
use; the principal
I'll marry thee!
By Vulcan, you 're
Except my mind do alter strangely.
Chris. You lie
modesty: — for-
Hem. I'll make thee mistress of a city; 't is
Mine own by conquest.
By petition; sue
In forma pauperis. — City! kennel. —
Off with your feathers, put on aprons, gallants;
And be good quiet souls of peace, hobgoblins!
| Learn to reel, thrum, 4
or trim a lady's dog,
Practise to drill
hogs, in hope
To share in the acorns. — Soldiers! corncutters,
But not so valiant; they ofttimes draw blood,
Which you durst never do. When you have
I' th' list of men: till then, brave things-at-
| More wit or more
we'll rank ye
Dare not to speak to us, — most potent Gro-
Phil. And Hemophil
hardy! — at your
Gro. They scorn us
did before we
Hem. Hang 'em! let
scorn them, and be
Hem. We will: and
slight them thus,
Instead of following them, they'll follow us;
It is a woman's nature,
'T is a scurvy one. Exeunt.
philosopher, and ORGILUS
disguised like a Scholar of his.
Tec. Tempt not the
young man, thou
canst not play
With the severity of fate: this change
Of habit and disguise in outward view
Hides not the secrets of thy soul within thee
From their quick-piercing eyes, which dive at
|| Q. are.
|| The gardens of the
Down to thy thoughts: in thy
aspect I note
A consequence of danger.
Give me leave,
Grave Tecnicus, without foredooming destiny,
Under thy roof to ease my silent griefs,
Of thy oraculous lectures. If my fortune
| By applying to my
wounds the balm
Run such a crooked by-way as to wrest
My steps to ruin, yet thy learned precepts
Shall call me back and set my footings straight.
I will not court the world.
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
artist, am not so
Of any true deserver; nor doth malice
| At odds with nature
grudge the thrift
Of present hopes so check them with despair
As that I yield to thought of more affliction
Than what is incident to frailty: wherefore
Some little time to any other cause
| Impute not this
course of living
Than what I justly render, — the information
Of an unsettled mind; as the effect
Must clearly witness.
Spirit of truth
And willingly admit thee for an auditor. —
| On these conditions I
conceal thy change,
I'll to my study.
I to contemplations
In these delightful walks. Exit
I may without suspicion hearken after
Love, thou art full of mystery! The deities
| Penthea's usage and
Themselves are not secure 1
in searching out
The secrets of those flames, which, hidden,
A breast made tributary to the laws
A remedy to cure a lover's wound. —
| Of beauty: physic yet
Ha! who are those that cross yon private walk
Into the shadowing grove in amorous foldings?
PROPHILUS passeth over,
NEA, and whispering.
My sister! O, my sister! 't
It were an apparition! Prophilus
| With Prophilus:
too! I Would
Is Ithocles his friend: it strangely puzzles me.
Again! help me, my book; this scholar's habit
Must stand my privilege: my mind is busy,
Mine eyes and ears are open.
Walks by, reading.
The span of this stol'n time, lent by the gods
For precious use, in niceness. 3
Should I repeat old vows, or study new,
For purchase of belief to my desires, —
Org. [Aside.] Desires!
My service, my
I should but repeat a
Oft conn'd without a prompter but thine eyes.
My love is honourable.
To my Penthea, chastely honourable.
Pro. Nor wants there
addition to my
Of happiness than having thee a wife;
Already sure of Ithocles, a friend
Firm and unalterable.
But a brother
More cruel than the grave.
Euph. What Can you
From an unskilful maid, but language suited
| In answer to your
To a divided mind?
From the first time you mentioned worthy love,
A fault of judgment in me, and a dulness
| Your merit, means, or
person: it had been
In my affections, not to weigh and thank
My better stars that offered me the grace
Of so much blissfulness. For, to speak truth,
With yours; nor have I left that resolution:
| The law of my desires
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
My brother, ere he
To Athens, had my oath.
Yes, yes, 'a
Pro. I doubt not,
means the court
But to prevail at pleasure.
Pro. Meantime, best,
dearest, I may build
On the foundation of thy constant suff'rance
In any opposition.
Death shall sooner
Divorce life and the joys I have in living
Than my chaste vows from truth.
On thy fair hand
There is no
faith in woman.
Passion, O, be contain'd! My very heart-strings
Are on the tenters.4
Sir, we are
Cupid protect us! 'T was a stirring, sir,
Of some one near.
None have access into these private pleasures
Your fears are
Except some near in court, or bosom-student
From Tecnicus his oratory, granted
By special favour lately from the king
Unto the grave philosopher.
I hear one talking to himself, — I see him.
|| With his arm round her
|| Hooks for stretching
on the rack.
Pro. 'T is a poor
as I told you, lady.
discovered. — [Half aloud
To turn or to appease the raging sea?
to himself, as if studying.] Say it; is it
With a smooth tongue, a leering countenance,
Flattery, or force of reason — I come t' ye,
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
As fiddle-faddle so! Peace, or speak sense,
| Outrun a cloud driven
Euph. Call you this
a scholar? 'Las,
Pro. Observe him,
't is but his recrea-
Org. But will you
little? You're so
Works not upon impossibilities,
| You keep no rule in
But natural conclusions. — Mew! —
The metaphysics are but speculations
Of the celestial bodies, or such accidents
Appear to us unnatural; that's all.
| As not mixt perfectly,
the air engend'red
Prove it; yet, with a reverence to your gravity,
I'll balk illiterate sauciness, submitting
My sole opinion to the touch of writers.
Pro. Now let us fall
[They come forward.]
These apish boys, when they but taste the
And principles of theory, imagine
They can oppose their teachers. Confidence
Leads many into errors.
your leave, sir.
Euph. Are you a
With pardon of your deities, a mushroom
On whom the dew of heaven drops now and
The sun shines on me too, I thank his beams!
Sometime I feel their warmth; and eat and
Does Tecnicus read to
He is my master surely; yonder door
Opens upon his study.
Such people toil not, sweet, in heats of state,
Nor sink in thaws of greatness; their affections
Their love is love of virtue. — What's thy
| Keep order with the
of their modesty;
master, a poor
Books, Venus, books.
Pro. Lady, a new
comes in my
| And most available for
Euph. My lord, —
Whiles I endeavour to deserve
Your father's blessing to our loves, this
May daily at some certain hours attend 2
Here in this grove, and give it to your hands
| What notice I can
The like from you to me: so can we never
Barr'd of our mutual speech, want sure intelli-
And thus our hearts may talk when our tongues
Occasion is most
favourable; use it.
Pro. Aplotes, wilt
wait us twice a day,
Here in this bower, to convey such letters
| At nine i' the morning
four at night,
As each shall send to other? Do it willingly,
Safely, and secretly, and I will furnish
| Thy study, or what
Org. Jove, make me thankful, thankful, I
Propitious Jove! I will prove sure and trusty.
You will not fail me books?
Nor aught besides
Thy heart can wish. This lady's name's Eu-
It must prove my best friend. I will not miss
| Org. I have a
One minute of the hours appointed.
The books thou wouldst have bought thee in a
Or take thyself some money.
Org. No, no money;
We dare not finger it: or books, or nothing.
| Money to scholars is a
Pro. Books of what
thou wilt: do not
Org. I warrant ye, I
Pro. Smile, Hymen,
growth of our
| We'll feed thy torches
Org. Put out thy
Hymen, or their
Shall meet a darkness of eternal night!
Inspire me, Mercury, with swift deceits.
Ingenious Fate has leapt into mine arms,
Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach
| Beyond the compass of
The riddles which are purpos'd by the gods.
Great arts best write themselves in their own
They die too basely who outlive their glories.
Enter BASSANES and
Bass. I'll have that
window next the street
|| Wait for.
|| Beyond what I could
|| A room in Bassanes'
It gives too full a prospect
Adultery, be lick'd into the act,
And courts a gazer's glances. There's a lust
Committed by the eye, that sweats and trav-
Plots, wakes, contrives, till the deformed bear-
The very act. That light shall be damm'd up;
D' ye hear, sir?
I do hear, my lord; a
Shall be provided suddenly. 1
For slaves and strumpets! — to convey close
| Some rogue of your
confederacy, -- factor 2
From this spruce springal 3
and t' other young-
That gaudy earwig, or my lord your patron,
Whose pensioner you are. — I'll tear thy throat
Thy ulcerous maw, if I but scent a paper,
| Son of a cat,
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
Phu. Care shall be had: I will turn every
About me to an eye. — [Aside.] Here's a sweet
The city housewives,
cunning in the
Cull,4 kiss, and cry "sweetheart," and
Of chamber merchandise, set all at price
By wholesale; yet they wipe their mouths and
Which they have branch'd; 5
and all is well
Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs
Stuck on the[ir] foreheads.
is a villanous world;
One cannot hold his own in 't.
Who flaunt in riots, run another bias; 6
Their pleasure heaves the patient ass that suf-
Up on the stilts of office, titles, incomes;
Promotion justifies the shame, and sues for 't.
Poor honour, thou art stabb'd, and bleed'st to
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. —
What blab the voices, sirrah?
| Now for the newest
about the city;
The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news
That ever —
What is 't?
the king has
All his gray beard, instead of which is budded
Another of a pure carnation colour,
Speckled with green and russet.
Phu. Yes, truly; and
talkt about the
That, since Lord Ithocles came home, the lions
Have danc'd their very hearts out.
| Never left roaring, at
noise the bears
Dance out thine too.
Phu. Besides, Lord
is fled to Athens
Upon a fiery dragon, and 't is thought
'A never can return.
lordship, 't is re-
For certain, that whoever is found jealous
Without apparent proof that 's wife is wanton
Shall be divorc'd: but this is but she-news;
| I had it from a
have more yet.
Bass. Antic, no
Idiots and stupid fools
Grate my calamities. Why to be fair
Should yield presumption of a faulty soul —
Look to the doors.
The horn of
plenty crest him!
Bass. Swarms of
huddle in my
In rare distemper. — Beauty! O, it is
An unmatcht blessing or a horrid curse.
PENTHEA and GRAUSIS, an old Lady.
She comes, she comes! so
Spangled with pearls of transparent dew. —
As I in her am wealthy; but for her,
| The way to poverty is
In all contents a bankrupt. —
How fares my heart's best joy?
sooth, not well,
She is so over-sad.
With a triumphant victory; thou shalt visit
Thy brother is return'd, sweet, safe, and hon-
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
Shall hide them in their closets, and unseen
| Who brave it there, in
to be outshin'd,
Fret in their tears; whiles every wond'ring eye
Shall crave none other brightness but thy pres-
Choose thine own recreations; be a queen
Of what delights thou fanciest best, what com-
What place, what times; do anything, do all
Youth can command, so thou wilt chase these
From the pure firmament of thy fair looks.
|| At once.
|| Cuckolded: the
jest on the cuckold's
Grau. Now 't is well
my lord. — What,
Be merry; time is precious.
| Bass. [Aside.]
Pen. Alas, my lord,
language to your
Sounds as would music to the deaf; I need
No braveries nor cost of art to draw
The whiteness of my name into offence:
A curiosity of admiration,
| Let such, if any such
are, who covet
By laying-out their plenty to full view,
Appear in gaudy outsides; my attires
Shall suit the inward fashion of my mind;
Change not the livery your words bestow,
| From which, if your
My fortunes with my hopes are at the highest.
Bass. This house,
methinks, stands some-
what too much inward,
Nearer the court: or what thinks my Penthea
| It is too melancholy;
Of the delightful island we command?
Rule me as thou canst wish.
Whither you please, I must attend; all ways
Are alike pleasant to me.
Marry, out upon 'em! Whom shall we see
| A prison is as
we'll no islands;
Sea-gulls, and porpoises, and water-rats,
And crabs, and mews, and dog-fish; goodly
For a young lady's dealing, — or an old one's!
On no terms islands; I'll be stew'd first.
You are a juggling bawd. — This sadness,
| Bass. [Aside
Becomes not youthful blood. — [Aside to GRAU-
SIS.] I'll have you pounded. —
For my sake put on a more cheerful
Thou 'lt mar thy cheeks, and make me old in
[Aside to GRAUSIS.]
Still, when the wind blows southerly. — What
If your fresh lady breed young bones, my
Would not a chopping boy d'ye good at heart?
But, as you said —
Bass. [Aside to
GRAUSIS.] I'll spit thee on a
Or chop thee into collops!
Sure, sure the wind blows south still.
Thou prat'st madly.
Bass. 'T is very
Phu. A herd of
A flock of
Shoals of horses.
And now I
In drifts; th' one enter, th' other stand with-
Bass. Most welcome,
Prophilus; ladies, gen-
Wagtails and jays together!
To all my heart is open; you all honour me, —
[Aside.] A tympany 2
swells in my head al-
Honour me bountifully. — [Aside.]
By virtue of your love to him, I require
Your instant presence, fairest.
is well, sir?
Pro. The gods preserve him ever! Yet, dear
Since his return to Sparta. — My good lord,
| I find some alteration
pray, use no delay.
We had not needed
I'll follow step by step.
An invitation, if his sister's health
Had not fallen into question. — Haste, Penthea,
Slack not a minute. — Lead the way, good
arm, fair madam.
but BASSANES and GRAUSIS.
Bass. One word with
old bawdship: th'
hadst been better
Rail'd at the sins 3
thou worshipp'st than have
My will: I'll use thee cursedly.
In jealousy? No, y' are too gross, too vulgar.
| You are beside
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
Bass. Forgive me,
't was considera-
I relish'd not; 4 but have a care now.
I am no new-come-to 't.
Thy life's upon it,
And so is mine. My agonies are infinite.
Enter ITHOCLES, alone.
Ith. Ambition! 't is
vipers' breed: it
A passage through the womb that gave it mo-
Ambition, like a seeled 6
dove, mounts upward,
Higher and higher still, to perch on clouds,
But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin.
|| Gifford emend. saints.
|| I did not see the
|| The palace. Ithocles'
|| Blinded by sewing up
So squibs and crackers fly
Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish
In stench and smoke. Morality, appli'd
To timely practice, keeps the soul in tune,
But this is form of books and school-tradition;
| At whose sweet music
It physics not the sickness of a mind
Broken with griefs: strong fevers are not eas'd
With counsel, but with best receipts and means;
Means, speedy means and certain; that's the
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.
My Lord Armostes, that it dares to dote
Upon the painted meat 1
of smooth persuasion,
Which tempts me to a breach of faith.
Resolv'd, my lord? Why, if your son's consent
For his repair to Sparta. The king's hand
| Be so available, we'll
Will join with our desires; he has been mov'd
Arm. Yes, and the
For a dispatch.
Crot. Kings may
Are laws not to be questioned.
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
| Ith. What,
Speak your thought.
Crot. Had this sincerity been real once,
My Orgilus had not been now unwiv'd,
Nor your lost sister buried in a bride-bed.
Your uncle here, Armostes knows this truth;
For had your father Thrasus liv'd, — but
Dwell in his grave! I have done.
Y' are bold and
presses home the injury; it
No reprehensions, uncle; I deserve
Yet, gentle sir, consider what the heat
Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness,
| Of an unsteady youth,
Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly,
Thoughts vagrant as the wind and as uncertain,
Might lead a boy in years to: — 't was a fault,
Into the secrets of commanding love;
| A capital fault; for
could not dive
Since when, experience, by the extremes 2
Hath forc'd me collect. 3
And, trust me, Croto-
I will redeem those wrongs with any service
| Your satisfaction can
require for current.
Arm. The 4
acknowledgment is satisfaction:
What would you more?
I'm conquer'd: if
Herself admit the motion, let it be so;
I doubt not my son's liking.
Life, power, sword, and heart, — all are your
Arm. The princess,
CALANTHA, PENTHEA, EUPHRANEA,
CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA, GRAUSIS, BASSANES,
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
princess. — Sister,
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.] 'T is not my brother's pleasure,
T' immure her in a chamber.
She governs her own hours. Noble Ithocles,
We thank the gods for your success and wel-
Our lady has of late been indispos'd,
Else we had waited on you with the first.
Ith. How does
From whom my health and comforts are de-
like the answer well; 't is
sad and modest.
There may be tricks yet, tricks. — Have an eye,
Cal. Now, Crotolon,
suit we join'd in
Fall by too long demur.
For my part.
'T is granted,
Favour the contract.
Such delay is easy. —
The joys of marriage make thee, Prophilus,
A proud deserver of Euphranea's love,
And her of thy desert!
Bass. The joys of
are the heaven on
'T would puzzle all the gods but to create
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
Such a new monster. — I can speak by proof,
For I rest in Elysium; 't is my happiness.
Crot. Euphranea, how
you resolv'd, speak
| In your affections to
Euph. Nor more nor less than as his love as-
|| Gifford suggests bait.
|| Q. extremities.
|| Infer, understand.
|| Q. Thu.
Which — if
liking with my
I cannot but approve in all points
Crot. So, so! —
PROPHILUS.] I know your
'T had been pity
| To sunder hearts so
Hem. The king, Lord
your presence; —
And, fairest princess, yours.
We will attend
Gro. Where are the
All must unto the
Without delay: the Prince of Argos —
Gro. Is coming to
court, sweet lady.
The Prince of Argos?
T' enjoy the honour of these happy tidings.
Ith. Penthea! —
me an hour hence
I have some secret with you. — Prithee, friend,
| Meet you alone within
Conduct her thither, and have special care
The walks be clear'd of any to disturb us.
Pro. I shall.
Bass. [Aside.] How's that?
pray be alone. —
I am your creature, princess. —
On, my lords!
Exeunt all but
Bass. Alone! alone!
means that word
Why might not I be there? — hum! — he's
Brothers and sisters are but flesh and blood,
And this same whoreson court-ease is tempta-
His fine friend Prophilus must be her guar-
| To a rebellion in the
veins; — besides,
Why may not he dispatch a business nimbly
Before the other come? — or —
For one another, — be 't to sister, mother
Wife, cousin, anything, — 'mongst youths of
But if I be a cuckold, and can know it,
| Is in request; it is
I will be fell, and fell.
lord, y 'are
Bass. Most heartily
thank ye. Where's my
wife, pray ?
Gro. Retir'd amongst
I thank ye.
There 's an old waiter with her;
saw you her
Gro. She sits i 'th' presence-lobby fast asleep,
Bass. Asleep !
your lordship troubled ?
You will not to the king?
Gro. Your servant,
PROPHILUS and PENTHEA.
Pro. In this walk,
will your brother find
And, with your favour, give me leave a little
To work a preparation. In his fashion
I have observ'd of late some kind of slackness
And custom took delight in; sadness grows
| To such alacrity as
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.
Of secrecies without an invitation.
Pro. With pardon,
not a syllable
Of mine implies so rude a sense; the drift —
| To make this lady
an hour. Exit.
Org. Your will shall be a law, sir.
Prithee, leave me;
I have some private thoughts I would account
Use thou thine own.
on, fair nymph;
Can dance as well to music of the spheres
| As any's who have
with the gods.
Refines mortality from dross of earth
But such as uncompounded beauty hallows
With glorified perfection ?
Set thy wits
In a less wild proportion.
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, perfum'd with
On Vesta's altars, . . . . . . .
| As sweetly scented as
. . . the holiest
odours, virgin's tears,
. . . . sprinkled,
dews, to feed 'em
And to increase their fervour.
Org. All pleasures
And sight of banquet, whilst the body pines,
| Feeding the hungry
Not relishing the real taste of food:
Such is the leanness of a heart divided
| From intercourse of
|| The gardens of
|| Gifford's emend.
the incense smoking
The holiest altars, virgin tears (like
odours) sprinkled dews to feed 'em
And to increase.
No horror should deface that
Seal'd with the lively stamp of equal souls.
Pen. Away! some Fury
The breath of ignorance, that
flies from thence,
Above all suff'rance. — Thing of talk, begone!
| Ripens a knowledge in
Begone, without reply!
In thy commands; when thou send'st forth a
Of banishment, know first on whom it lights.
Are folded up from view of common eyes.
|Thus I take off the
in which my cares
[Throws of his
What is thy sentence next ?
man! thou layest
A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard
Of thy too-desperate life: yet I profess,
I have not given admittance to one thought
| By all the laws of
Of female change since cruelty enforc'd
Divorce betwixt my body and my heart.
Why would you fall from goodness
I have been much, much wrong'd. 'T is for thy
| Examine me, how I
I put on this imposture: dear Penthea,
If thy soft bosom be not turn'd to marble,
Thou 'lt pity our calamities; my interest
Confirms me thou art mine still.
With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it,
Thus kneel before ye.
Pen. We may stand
Have you aught
else to urge
Of new demand? As for the old, forget it;
And shall be, shall be ever. What more would
| 'T is buried in an
Org. I would possess
wife; the equity
Of very reason bids me.
that all ?
Org. Why, 't is the
A few words I dare change; but first put on
Your steps some distance from me: — at this
Your borrowed shape.
are obey'd; 't is
[He resumes his
promise I was thine
The heavens do witness: they can witness too
Yet, Orgilus, and yet, must best appear
| A rape done on my
I do love thee
In tendering thy freedom; for I find
The constant preservation of thy merit,
By thy not daring to attempt my fame
Which might give deeper wounds to discon-
| With injury of any
Continue this fair race: 1
then, though I cannot
Add to thy comfort, yet I shall more often
And pity mine own ruin. — Live, live happy, —
| Remember from what
Happy in thy next choice, that thou mayst peo-
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,
Now let us part.
| Hearing my story, will
scorn my fall. —
yet advise thee
Penthea is the wife to Orgilus,
And ever shall be.
shall nor will.
Pen. Hear me; in a
I'll tell thee why.
Is ravish'd by another; my true love
|The virgin-dowry which
Abhors to think that Orgilus deserv'd
No better favours than a second bed.
Org. I must not take
Another worse than this and less desir'd,
| Should I outlive my
let me meet
If, of all men alive, thou shouldst but touch
My lip or hand again!
I tell ye, you grow wanton in my sufferance:
Come, sweet, th' art mine.
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,
I'll call thy former protestations lust,
| Message, or letter, to
betray my frailty,
And curse my stars for forfeit of my judgment.
Go thou, fit only for disguise,
and walks, 2
To hide thy shame: this once I spare thy life.
I laugh at mine own confidence; my
If ever thou didst harbour worthy love,
| By thee are made
Dare not to answer. My good genius guide me,
That I may never see thee more! — Go from
Org. I'll tear
politic French off,
Action, not words, shall show me. — O Penthea!
| And stand up like a
resolv'd to do:
Pen. 'A sighed my
sure, as he parted
I fear I was too rough. Alas, poor gentleman
But like the ruins of those ruins. Honour,
| 'A look'd not like the
of his youth,
How much we fight with weakness to preserve
BASSANES and GRAUSIS.
Bass. Fie on thee !
thee, rotten mag-
A dozen years more yet!
got, damn thee!
Sleep? sleep at court? and now? Aches, 3
Imposthumes, rheums, gouts, palsies, clog thy
|| Apparently corrupt.
|| The word was
y' are in
Bass. She's by
there's hope of that;
she's sad too;
She's in strong contemplation; yes, and fixt:
The signs are wholesome.
Bass. Hold your
nightmare! — Lady,
Is carried to his closet; you must thither.
Pen. Not well, my
sudden fit; 't
Some surfeit or disorder. — How dost, dearest ?
Pen. Your news is
chief of men,
Your presence, madam.
| The excellentest
are hasting to
Pen. In vain we
this course of life
To piece our journey out at length, or crave
Respite of breath: our home is in the grave.
To live so, that our reckonings may fall even
When we 're to make account.
He cannot fear
Who builds on noble grounds: sickness or pain
Is the deserver's exercise; 2
Your virtuous brother to the world is known.
Stars fall but in the grossness of our sight;
|Speak comfort to him,
be all gentle:
A good man dying, th' earth doth lose a light.
Enter TECNICUS, and
ORGILUS in his own
Tec. Be well
not a resolution
Of giddy rashness choke the breath of reason.
Org. It shall not,
am jealous; 4
For if the borrowed, shape so late put on
Some violent design of sudden nature
| Inferr'd a
Hath shook that shadow off, to fly upon
A new-hatch'd execution. Orgilus,
Take heed thou hast not, under our integrity,
Pierce not the secrets of your heart, the gods
| Shrouded unlawful
Are only privy to them.
Such doubts are causeless; and, to clear the
From misconceit, the present state commands
In quest of great Calantha for his bride,
|The Prince of Argos
himself in person
Our kingdom's heir; besides, mine only sister,
Euphranea, is dispos'd to Prophilus;
Lastly, the king is sending letters for me
Please to accept these reasons.
| To Athens, for my
repair to court:
Not to be contradicted: yet beware
Of an unsure foundation; no fair colours
Can fortify a building faintly jointed.
Of dangerous extent, sudden, and — look to 't —
| I have observ'd a
I might add, certain —
aspéct! Could art
Run through mine inmost thoughts, it should
An inclination there more than what suited
With justice of mine honour.
But know then, Orgilus, what honour is.
Honour consists not in a bare
By doing any act that feeds content,
Brave in appearance, 'cause we think it brave;
Proceeding from the vices of our passion,
| Such honour comes by
accident, not nature,
Which makes our reason drunk: but real hon-
Is the reward of virtue, and acquir'd
By justice, or by valour which for basis
In honour, who for lucre [or] revenge
| Hath justice to uphold
He then fails
Commits thefts, murders, treasons, and adul-
With suchlike, by intrenching on just laws,
Whose sovereignty is best preserv'd by justice.
Thus, as you see how honour must
Relies on probability and accident,
| On knowledge, not
But knowledge on necessity and truth, —
I leave thee to the fit consideration
Wishing success to all thy virtuous meanings.
| Of what becomes the
Org. The gods
And in thy precepts make me ever thrifty! 5
Tec. I thank thy
mystery of fate
May lead his actions into rare attempts: —
| Lies hid in that man's
But let the gods be moderators still;
No human power can prevent their will.
ARMOSTES [with a casket].
From whence come ye ?
In this seal'd box, he sends a treasure [to you,]
| My interruption of
studies. — Here,
Dear to him as his crown. 'A prays your grav-
You would examine, ponder, sift, and bolt
The pith and circumstance of every tittle
The scroll within contains.
Arm. It is the
Sparta, the king's
Sinews and safety of the commonwealth;
The sum of what the oracle deliver'd
When last he visited the prophetic temple
| At Delphos: what his
are, for which,
|| The study of Tecnicus.
|| Make me ever avail
After so long a silence, he
Your counsel now, grave man, his majesty
Will soon himself acquaint you with.
Tec. [ Takes
Inspire my intellect! — The Prince of Argos
Is entertain'd ?
Our princess for his wife; which I conceive
He is; and
One special cause the king importunes you
For resolution of the oracle.
Tec. My duty to
king, good peace to
And fair day to Armostes!
Soft music, during which
time enter PROPHILUS,
BASSANES, PENTHEA, GRAUSIS, passing over
the stage. BASSANES and GRAUSIS
softly, stealing to several stands, and listen.
||Can you paint a thought? or
Every fancy in a slumber ?
Can you count soft minutes roving
From a dial's point by moving ?
Rob a virgin's honour chastely?
| Can you grasp a
No, O, no! yet you may
Sooner do both that and this,
This and that, and never miss,
Beauty 's beauty; such a glory,
| Than by any
As beyond all fate, all story,
arms, all arts,
loves, all hearts,
Do, shall, and must obey.
| Greater than
Bass. All silent, calm,
secure. — Grausis, no
No noise? Dost hear nothing ?
Not a mouse,
Or whisper of the wind.
The floor is
Should not affect, methinks, strains so effem-
The bedposts sure are steel or marble. — Sol-
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
my lord? — speak
Of yours will but undo us.
Are felt, not heard.
What's that ?
Sister? — All quit
the room else.
your brother would be
Please ye withdraw.
We must forbear; his sleep hath newly left
By any means; 't
Yes, I will, sir. Exeunt omnes.
discovered in a
chair, and PENTHEA
[ beside him ].
Ith. Sit nearer,
to me; nearer yet.
Were brought up twins together, yet have liv'd
| We had one father, in
womb took life,
At distance, like two strangers. I could wish
That the first pillow whereon I was cradled
Had prov'd to me a grave.
You had been
For forfeiting the last will of the dead,
Then had you never known that sin of life
Which blots all following glories with a ven-
From whom you had your being.
Thou canst not be too cruel; my rash spleen
Hath with a violent hand pluck'd from thy
For which mine 's now a-breaking.
| A love-blest
2 heart, to grind it into dust;
Not yet, Heaven,
I do beseech thee! First let some wild fires
Scorch, not consume it! may the heat be cher-
With desires infinite, but hopes impossible!
prayers are heard.
A miserable creature, led to ruin
Here, lo, I
By an unnatural brother!
In languishing affections for that trespass;
Yet cannot die.
Of country toil drinks the untroubled streams
to the wages
With leaping kids and with the bleating lambs,
And so allays her thirst secure; whiles I
Quench my hot sighs with fleetings
Ith. The labourer
eat his coarsest
every bit I touch turns in digestion
Earn'd with his sweat, and lies him down to
To gall as bitter as Penthea's curse.
Put me to any penance for my
And I will call thee merciful.
Pray kill me,
Then we will join in friendship, be again
| Rid me from living
Brother and sister. — Kill me, pray; nay, will
Ith. How does thy
As only you have made me; a faith-breaker,
In act, not in desires, the gods must witness.
| A spotted whore: —
me, I am one
Ith. Thou dost
|| The palace. Ithocles'
|| Q. lover-blest.
|| Q. Which.
For she that's wife to
In known adultery with Bassanes,
The ashes of our parents will assume
| Is at the best a
kill me now?
Some dreadful figure, and appear to charge
Thy bloody guilt, that hast betray'd their name
To infamy in this reproachful match.
I meet despair; ingratitude of nature
| Ith. After my
victories abroad, at home
Hath made my actions monstrous. Thou shalt
A deity, my sister, and be worshipp'd
For thy resolved martyrdom; wrong'd maids
And married wives shall to thy hallowed
Offer their orisons, and sacrifice
Pure turtles, crown'd with myrtle; if thy pity
Unto a yielding brother's pressure lend
One finger but to ease it.
O, no more!
And free me from this chaos of my bondage;
Ith. Death waits to waft me to the Stygian
And till thou wilt forgive, I must endure.
Pen. Who is the
I dare not murmur to myself.
Of birth to any but my sister, durst not
Have mov'd that question; ['t is] 2
By your new protestations I conjure ye,
Partake her name.
Ith. Her name? —
't is —
't is — I dare not.
Pen. All your
Sole heir of Sparta. — Me, most miserable
They are not. —
Calantha is — the princess — the king's
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, ray nearest.
Pen. Suppose you
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 ?
I sweat in blood for't.
The fountains of mine eyes with thine own
We are reconcil'd.
Alas, sir, being children, but two
Of one stock, 't is not fit we should divide:
Have comfort, you may find it.
Yes, in thee;
Only in thee, Penthea mine.
Have not too much dull'd my infected brain,
I'll cheer invention for an active strain.4
Ith. Mad man! why have I wrong'd a maid
Enter BASSANES with a
GRONEAS, HEMOPHIL, and
Bass. I can forbear
longer; more, I will
Keep off your hands, or fall upon
my point. —
Ye ride my easy nature, and proclaim
| Patience is tir'd;
a slow-pac'd ass,
My sloth to vengeance a reproach and property.5
Ith. The meaning of this rudeness?
He 's distracted.
Pen. O, my griev'd
He holds his perilous weapon in his hand
come not near him;
To prick 'a cares not whom nor where, — see,
Bass. My birth is
though the popu-
Of vanity, as giddy as thy youth,
Or progress in the chariot of the sun,
| Hath rear'd thy name
bestride a cloud,
I am no clod of trade, to lackey pride,
Nor, like your slave of expectation,6
The bawdy hinges of your doors, or whistle
| For mystical
Gro. Fine humours! they become him.
How 'a stares,
Struts, puffs, and sweats! Most admirable 7
Ith. But that I may conceive the spirit of
Has took possession of your soberer custom,
I'd say you were unmannerly.
Bass. Unmannerly! — mew, kitling! —
Is usher to the rankness of the blood,
But Impudence bears up the train. Indeed, sir,
Your fiery mettle, or your springal
To print upon my forehead the scorn, "cuck-
| Of huge renown, is no
Ith. His jealousy has robb'd him of his wits;
'A talks 'a knows not what.
Yes, and 'a knows
To whom 'a talks; to one that franks 9
| In swine-security of
Bass. I will
though I blush more
To name the filthiness than thou to act it.
Ith. Monster !
Sir, by our
By our bloods —
Will you quite both undo us, brother?
Out on him!
These are his megrims, firks,11
Hem. Well said, old touch-hole.
Kick him out of
Pen. With favour,
speak. — My lord,
In my obedience hath deserv'd this rage ?
Except humility and silent duty
|| Q. omits.
|| 'Tis, Dyce
emend. Q. as.
|| I. e. You do
care for me as you say.
|| I will attempt to
|| Attendant slave.
|| Feeds; fattens, as one
Ne'er studied your vexation.
| Have drawn on your
Light of beauty,
Deal not ungently with a desperate wound!
No breach of reason dares make war with
Whose looks are sovereignty, whose breath is
As in devotion!
| O, that I could
thee in fruition
Sir, may every
Lock'd in Pandora's box shower, in your pre-
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
Excellent creature! — [To ITHOCLES.] Good,
be not a hindrance
To peace and praise of virtue. — O, my senses
Are charm'd with sounds celestial! — On, dear,
Indeed I did not.
| I never gave you one
word; say, did I?
Was I o'er guilty of a wanton error.
Bass. A goddess! let
Ith. No; but for
sir, what is
With gladness I embrace it; yet,
pray let not
| My rashness teach you
Ith. When you shall show good proof that
Not oversway'd by passion or opinion,
Knows how to lead [your] judgment, then
Home, to be guided by you; but, till first
| Your wife, my sister,
return in safety
I can out of clear evidence approve it,
She shall be my care.
my bosom up,
I'll stand the execution with a constancy;
This torture is unsufferable.
I dare not trust her to your fury.
Penthea says not so.
needs no tongue
To plead excuse who never purpos'd wrong.
Hem. Virgin of
Stay you behind.
The court wants not
Exeunt all but
lord? My lady's
I am deni'd to follow.
may see her,
Or speak to her once more ?
feel her too,
Be of good cheer, she 's your own flesh and
must find cures
She swore she has been true.
on my modesty.
Bass. Let him want
who credits not
Should I run on thus. Some way I must try
Much wrong I did her, but her brother infinite;
Rumour will voice me the contempt of man-
To outdo art, and [jealousy decry.] 1
CALANTHA, ARMOSTES, CROTOLON, EU-
CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA, and AM-
Amy. Cousin of
Sent us a daughter, in whose birth our hope
In their unchanging counsels to conclude
For both our kingdoms' weal, we must submit
Nor can we be unthankful to their bounties,
Who, when we were even creeping to our
Continues of succession. As you are
In title next, being grandchild to our aunt,
So we in heart desire you may sit nearest
Not to enforce affection by our will,
| Calantha's love; since
have ever vow'd
But by her own choice to confirm it gladly.
Near. You speak the
of a right just
I come not hither roughly to demand
Report of great Calantha's beauty, virtue,
| My cousin's thraldom,
free mine own.
Sweetness, and singular perfections, courted
All ears to credit what I find was publish'd
By constant truth; from which, if any service
This lady must command it.
| Of my desert can
So well you know how to profess observance, 3
That you instruct your hearers to become
Practitioners in duty; of which number
I'll study to be chief.
In my devotions, as in all men's wonder.
deny no liberty;
Use thine own opportunities. — Armostes,
We must consult with the philosophers;
The business is of weight.
Amy. You, told me, Crotolon, your son's re-
From Athens: wherefore comes he not to court
As we commanded?
shall soon attend
Your royal will, great sir.
Tastes of too much delay.
| Between young
At celebration of it would give life
|| Q. cry a Iealousie.
|| A room in the palace.
|| Worship, courtship.
To th' entertainment of the
Our court wears gravity more than we relish.
Arm. Yet the heavens
on all your high
Without a cloud.
So may the gods
Cal. A prince a
As all hearts kneel, so mine.
are too courtly.
Ith. Your safe
Sparta is most; wel-
Shall grant us privacy, will yield you reasons
| I joy to meet you
Why I should covet to deserve the title
Of your respected friend; for, without compli-
Believe it, Orgilus, 't is my ambition.
Org. Your lordship
command me, your
amourously close! — so soon!
Pro. What sudden
to the king!
To whom I here present this noble: gentleman,
New come from Athens: royal sir, vouchsafe
| Your gracious hand in
of his merit.
[The King gives
ORGILUS his hand
son preferr'd by Ithocles!
Shall open to thee, Orgilus; for instance, —
Hark in thine ear, — if, out of those inventions
Which flow in Athens, thou hast there en-
Of thy fair sister, and renown our court
| Some rarity of wit, to
In th' eyes of this young prince, we shall be
To thy conceit: think on 't.
Near. My tongue and
You are a guest most wish'd for.
| Becoming such a
Still rise in your opinion, sacred princess!
sir; a gentleman
Well worthy of your knowledge.
Proud of so dear acquaintance.
For revels and disport; the joys of Hymen,
Like Phoebus in his lustre, put to flight
All mists of dulness, crown the hours with
No sounds but music, no discourse but mirth!
Cal. Thine arm, I
Ithocles. — Nay,
My lord, keep on your way; I am provided.
Near. I dare not
Enter CROTOLON and
Crot. The king hath
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
That license sovereignty holds without check
| Borrow of nature
Over a meek obedience.
Touching your sister's marriage? Prophilus
Is a deserving and a hopeful youth.
Could wish him thrift 3
in all his best desires,
| Org. I envy
merit, but applaud it;
And with a willingness inleague our blood
With his, for purchase of full growth in friend-
He never touch'd on any wrong that malic'd
The honour of our house nor stirr'd our peace:
Under whose wing he gathers warmth and com-
| Yet, with your favour,
me not forget
Whose creature he is bound, made, and must
Crot. Son, son, I
thee a harsh condi-
| No courtesy can win
is too rancorous.
Org. Good sir, be
severe in your construc-
I am no stranger to such easy calms
As sit in tender bosoms: lordly Ithocles
Hath grac'd my entertainment in abundance,
Of arrogance and spleen which wrought the
| Too humbly hath
from that height
On griev'd Penthea's purity; his scorn
Of my untoward fortunes is reclaim'd
Unto a courtship, almost to a fawning: —
| I 'll kiss his foot,
you will have it so.
Crot. Since I will
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
Some such hobgoblin hurried you from Athens,
| That posts i' th' air
For yet you come unsent for.
I might have found a grave there.
Was soon dispatch'd, or your mind
Org. 'T was care,
my health cut short
For there a general infection
Threatens a desolation.
Thou hast brought back a worse infection with
Infection of thy mind; which, as thou say'st,
| Threatens the
Org. Forbid it, our
genius! I will rather
|| A room in the house of
Be made a sacrifice on
Or kneel to Ithocles, his son, in dust,
Than woo a father's curse. My sister's mar-
May I live hated, may I die despis'd,
| With Prophilus is from
If I omit to further it in all
That can concern me!
have been too
My duty to my king made me so earnest;
Excuse it, Orgilus.
Euphranea with Prophilus and Ithocles.
GRONEAS, and HEMOPHIL.
Org. Most honoured! —
On earth not any truer. — With smooth eyes
Look on this worthy couple; your consent
Can only make them one.
Thou pawn'dst to me an oath, of which engage-
have it. —
I never will release thee, if thou aim'st
At any other choice than this.
At him, or none.
To which my blessing
Org. Which, till a
Euphranea, lend thy hand, — here, take her,
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:
Like soft hours never ceasing:
lasting, loves increasing,
Plenty's pleasure, peace complying,
Without jars, or tongues envying;
Hearts by holy union wedded,
Fruitful issues; life so graced,
| More than theirs
Not by age to be defaced,
Budding, as the year ensu'th,
Every spring another youth:
Crown this bridegroom and this bride!
| All what thought
Pro. You have seal'd joy
close to my soul. —
Now I may call thee mine.
One good friend for another.
By joining with me in some slight device,
| Will please to grace a
I'll venture on a strain my younger days
Have studied for delight.
I offer my attendance.
Of mine shall fail to show itself.
All join to wait on thy directions, Orgilus.
Org. O, my good
favours flow towards
A too unworthy worm; — but as you please;
I am what you will shape me.
Crot. I thank thee,
for this acknowledg-
It is a sight of gladness.
CHRISTALLA, and PHILEMA.
Cal. Whoe'er would
with us, deny his
Be careful of our charge.
Cal. Except the king
himself, give none ad-
Exeunt [CHRISTALLA and
Cal. Being alone,
you have granted
At all times have commanded.
| The opportunity you
is a benefit
Which I shall owe your goodness even in death
My glass of life, sweet princess, hath few minutes
Remaining to run down; the sands are spent;
The summons of departure short and certain.
| For by an inward
Cal. You feel too
Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams
Of my mortality my youth hath acted
| And shadows soon
on the stage
Some scenes of vanity, drawn out at length
By varied pleasures, sweet'ned in the mixture,
But tragical in issue: beauty, pomp,
Doth frame an idol, are unconstant friends,
| With every sensuality
When any troubled passion makes assault
On the unguarded castle of the mind.
Cal. Contemn not
condition for the proof
Reach all these moral texts?
| Of bare opinion only:
A perfect mirror, wherein you may see
How weary I am of a ling'ring life,
Who count the best a misery.
As to distrust a remedy.
| You have no little
yet none so great
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.
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;
|| Calantha's apartment
|| So Q. Dyce
[[*AJ Note. How about enjoy= entertain,
i.e., "I entertain your
When I am dead; for sure I must not live;
| Heaven will reward
piety, and thank it
I hope I cannot.
Thou turn'st me too much woman. [Weeps.]
Melt into passion. — Then I have assurance
My will was character'd; which you, with par-
| Encouraging my
Shall now know from mine own mouth.
It is a pretty earnest.
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.
as abuse not wed-
By freedom of desires, but covet chiefly
Rather than ranging of their blood; and next
| The pledges of chaste
for ties of love,
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!
You mean to part with?
By scandal yet untouch'd: this I bequeath
is my fame,
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
Cal. How handsomely
play'st with harmless sport
Of mere imagination! Speak the last.
I strangely like thy will.
Is dearly precious to me; you must use
This gift as intend it.
| The best of your
Do not doubt me.
Pen. 'T is long
since first I lost my heart:
Long I have liv'd without it, else for certain
I should have given that too; but instead
By service bound and by affection vow'd,
|Of it, to great
I do bequeath, in holiest rites of love,
Mine only brother, Ithocles.
Pen. Impute not,
heaven-blest lady, to am-
Of a devoted suppliant can endow it.
| A faith as humbly
Look on him, princess, with an eye of pity;
How like the ghost of what he late appear'd
'A moves before you.
I answer here,
Or lend my ear too grossly?
Shall fall in cinders, scorch'd by your disdain,
Ere he will dare, poor man, to ope an eye
On these divine looks, but with low-bent
Accusing such presumption; as for words,
Yet this lost creature loves ye. — Be a princess
| 'A dares not utter any
In sweetness as in blood; give him his doom,
Or raise him up to comfort.
Appears in my behaviour, that thou dar'st
Tempt my displeasure?
To revel in Elysium, and 't is 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,
And you shall soon conclude how strong a
| Lend him one angry
one harsh word,
Your absolute authority holds over
His life and end.
How still I have a father.
Hath been, you know, unkind, O, most unkind!
| I am a sister, though
where are ye? —
Your check lies in my silence.
Chris. and Phil.
Cal. I think ye
drones: wait on
Unto her lodging. — [Aside.] Ithocles? Wrong'd
Pen. My reckonings
made even; death or fate
Can now nor strike too soon, nor force too late.
Enter ITHOCLES and
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.
Confirm your resolutions for dependence
As I would wish; — all is not right. —
On worthy ends, which may advance your quiet!
Ith. I did the
Orgilus much injury,
But griev'd Penthea more: I now repent it, —
Now, uncle, now; this "now" is now too late.
That after-wit, like bankrupts' debts, stands
| So provident is folly
Without all possibilities of payment.
Sure, he's an honest, very honest gentleman;
A man of single
Yet, nephew, 't is the tongue informs our ears;
Our eyes can never pierce into the thoughts,
|| The palace. Ithocles'
perhaps as well single=singular? *]]
For they are lodg'd too
but I ques-
No truth in Orgilus, — The princess, sir.
Ith. The princess
! ha !
the Prince of Argos.
leading CALANTHA; AME-
LUS, CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA.
Near. Great fair
grace my hopes with
from the allowance of your favour;
This little spark —
[ Attempts to take a ring from her finger.
Love feasts on
For Cupid is a child; — vouchsafe this bounty:
It cannot be deni'd.
Sweet cousin, at a price, what I count cheap;
So cheap, that let him take it who dares stoop
And give it at next meeting to a mistress:
She 'll thank him for 't, perhaps.
Casts the ring to
The ring, sir, is
| The princess's; I
took it up.
prithee. — To the blessed
Upon my knees —
Kneels and offers it to
Y' are saucy.
This is pretty!
I am, belike, "a mistress" — wondrous pretty!
Let the man keep his fortune, since he found
He's worthy on 't. — On, cousin!
I 'll force ye to a fawning else.
| Ith. [
You dare not.
Exeunt. Manent ITH.
Arm. My lord, you
Look ye, uncle,
Some such there are whose liberal contents
Swarm without care in every sort of plenty;
To sleep; and they sleep, uncle: in which si-
| Who after full repasts
lay them down
Their very dreams present 'em choice of pleas-
Pleasures — observe me, uncle — of rare
Here heaps of gold, there increments of hon-
Now change of garments, then the votes of
Anon varieties of beauties, courting,
In flatteries of the night, exchange of dalliance:
Yet these are still but dreams. Give me felic-
Of which my senses waking are partakers,
And then, too, when I stagger in expectance
| A real, visible,
Of the least comfort that can cherish life. —
I saw it, sir, I saw it ; for it came
From her own hand.
The princess threw
it t' ye.
Ith. True; and
she said — well I remember
Her cousin prince would beg it.
Yes, and parted
In anger at your taking on 't.
O, thou hast pleaded with a powerful language !
I want a fee to gratify thy merit;
But I will do —
What is 't you
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 th' roots first. To be any-
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.
my lord: Ixion, aim-
And begat Centaurs; 't is an useful moral.
| To embrace Juno,
Ambition hatch'd in clouds of mere opinion
Proves but in birth a prodigy.
Yet, with your licence, I should seem unchari-
Of a soul's settled peace, I were so feeble
| To gentler fate, if,
relishing the dainties
Not to digest it.
He deserves small
Who is not privy-counsellor to himself.
and AMELUS, with ORGI-
Near. Brave me!
mistakes his temper;
Is beautiful, soft, gentle, the clear mirror
| For Ithocles in
Of absolute perfection.
Was 't your
Term'd any of the prince's servants "spaniel"?
Your nurse, sure, taught you other language.
Near. A gallant
man-at-arms is here, a
In feats of chivalry, blunt and rough-spoken,
Vouchsafing not the fustian of civility,
Which [less] 2 rash
spirits style good
Org. No more,
illustrious sir; 't is matchless
Near. You might
understood who I am.
I did; else — but the presence calm'd th' af-
Y' are cousin to the princess.
To the king, too;
A certain instrument that lent supportance
To you colossic greatness — to that king too,
You might have added.
There is more
| In beauty than in
Near. This odd
pride turns heretic
Sirrah! low mushrooms never rival cedars.
Ith. Come back! —
pitiful dull thing
Let him come back, and echo once again
| So to be tamely
come back! —
That scornful sound of mushroom! painted
Like heralds' coats gilt o'er with, crowns and
May bait a muzzled lion.
Thy tongue is not thy friend.
Discretion knows no bounds. Amelus told me
'T was all about a little ring.
To powder, 'a might sooner reach my heart
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
Than steal and wear one dust on 't. — Orgilus,
I am extremely wrong'd.
A lady's favour
Is not to be so slighted.
These vain unruly passions, which will render
Enter TECNICUS [with
Arm. Welcome; thou
in season, rev-
To pour the balsam of a suppling 1
Into the festering wound of ill-spent fury.
makes he here?
Which shortly will prove deadly. To the king,
yet but 2
Armostes, see in safety then deliver
This seal'd-up counsel; bid him with a con-
Peruse the secrets of the gods. — O Sparta,
In fate: when kingdoms reel, — mark well my
| O Lacedaemon!
Their heads must needs be giddy. Tell the
That henceforth he no more mast inquire after
My aged head; Apollo wills it so:
I am for Delphos.
With our great master?
more to see him :
A greater prince commands me. — Ithocles,
When youth is ripe, and age
from time doth
The lifeless trunk shall wed the broken heart.
Ith. What's this, if
Remember what I told thee long before,
These tears shall be my witness.
courtesy a while confer,
Revenge proves its own executioner.
Org. Dark sentences
for Apollo's priests;
I am not Oedipus.
Cheer up the king; farewell to all. — O Sparta,
My hour is
If prophetic fire
Have warm'd this old man's bosom, we might
His words to fatal sense.
Above us the effects of their decrees;
My burthen lies within me: servile fears
Prevent no great effects. — Divine Calantha!
Arm. The gods be
The book-man prated, yet 'a talk'd it weeping;
Revenge proves its own executioner.
Let craft with courtesy
a while confer,
Con it again; — for what? It shall not puzzle
'T is dotage of a withered brain. — Penthea
Forbade me not her presence; I may see her,
When, if I faint to speak — I must be silent.
| And gaze my fill. Why
her, then, I may,
Bass. Pray, use your
recreations, all the ser-
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
'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
Let your constructions mildly pass it over.
| And wherein I have
heretofore been faulty,
Henceforth I'll study reformation, — more
I have not for employment.
O, sweet man!
Thou art the very "Honeycomb of Honesty." 4
Phu. The "Garland of
Good-will." — Old
Thy reverend snout, and trot behind me softly,
As it becomes a moil 5
of ancient carriage.
Bass. Beasts, only
of sense, enjoy
The benefit of food and ease with thankful-
Such silly creatures, with a grudging, kick not
But men, endow'd with reason and the use
| Against the portion
|| Q. supplying.
|| Gifford suggests not.
|| A room in Bassanes'
|| The Honeycomb of
like the Garland of
Goodwill, was probably one of the popular miscellanies
of the day. ( Gifford.) See Additional Notes.
Of reason, to distinguish
Of abject scarcity the quintessence,
The treasures of the sea, the air, nay, heaven,
| Soul, and elixir of
Repining at these glories of creation
Are verier beasts than beasts; and of those
The worst am I :
I, who was made a monarch
Of what a heart could wish for, — a chaste
Endeavour'd 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,
I have incenst, a largess of more patience
| Humility shall pour,
Than their displeased altars can require:
No tempests of commotion shall disquiet
The calms of my composure.
Of manhood, hoop'd about with ribs of iron,
| Thou patron of more
than the bulk
Can cram within thy breast: Penthea, Bas-
Curst by thy jealousies, — more, by thy dot-
Is left a prey to words.
I am resolv'd.
| Your trials for
Play not with misery
Past cure: some angry minister of fate hath
Depos'd the empress of her soul, her reason,
From its most proper throne; but, what's the
| More new, I, I have
and yet live!
Bass. You may delude
senses, not my
'T is anchor'd into a firm resolution;
Dalliance of mirth or wit can ne'er unfix it:
May thy death of love
From every joy of life! Thou barren rock,
| Damn all thy comforts
By thee we have been split in ken 2
hair about her
ears, [ARMOSTES,] PHILEMA,
Ith. Sister, look
Speaks t' ye; why do you weep? Dear, turn
not from me. —
A lamentable object!
| Here is a killing
Man, dost see't?
Sports are more gamesome; am I yet in merri-
Why dost not laugh?
Divine and best
Please to forget my outrage; mercy ever
I have cast off that cruelty of frenzy
| Cannot but lodge
roof so excellent.
Which once appear'd imposture, 3
To cheat my sleeps of rest.
Pen. Sure, if we
Sirens, we should
One sung another's knell. The turtle sighs
| And't were a comely
when in parts
When he hath lost his mate; and yet some say
He must be dead first. 'T is a fine deceit
To pass away in a dream; indeed, I 've slept
With mine eyes open a great while. No false-
Equals a broken faith; there's not a hair
Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plum-
It sinks me to the grave. I must creep thither;
The journey is not long.
Ere thou canst travel that way.
| Hast many years, I
Be wrapp'd up in an everlasting darkness,
Before the light of nature, chiefly form'd
For the whole world's delight, feel an eclipse
To rave! — Art thou mad too, antiquity?
Pen. Since I was
wife, I might have
My father would have pick'd me out a hus-
Mother to many pretty prattling babes;
They would have smil'd when I smil'd, and for
I should have cri'd when they cri'd: — truly,
And then my little ones had been no bastards;
But 't is too late for me to marry now,
I am past child-bearing; 't is not my fault.
Bass. Fall on me, if
be a burning
And bury me in flames! Sweats hot as sulphur
Boil through my pores! Affliction hath in store
No torture like to this.
Behold a patience!
Lay by thy whining gray dissimulation,
Do something worth a chronicle; show justice
The jealousies that hatch'd this thraldom first
| Upon the author of
mischief; dig out
With thine own poniard. Every antic rapture
Can roar as thine does.
Bass. Disturb him
is a talking motion
To bandy 5
passion! Ere I'll speak a word,
| Provided for my
What a fool am I
I will look on and burst.
lov'd you once. [To
Org. Thou didst,
creature: in de-
spite of malice,
For it I love thee ever.
Believe me, I'll not hurt it.
|| Test me.
|| Q. appear'd,
|| Q. baudy.
|| Q. Paine my,
omits [Pen.] in next line.
[Pen.] Complain not
I wring it hard.
Will make folk proud, they say — but that is
I 'll kiss it;
O, 't is a fine soft palm! — hark, in thine ear;
Like whom do I look, prithee? — Nay, no
Goodness! we had been happy; too much hap-
Points at ITHOCLES.
And yet he paid for 't home; alas, his heart
Is crept into the cabinet of the princess;
We shall have points 1
and bride-laces. Re-
I found my wits; but truly you lost yours.
| When we last gather'd
in the garden,
That 's he, and still 't is he.
[Again pointing at ITHOCLES.]
Poor soul, how
Her fancies guide her tongue!
And break not into clamour.
has tutor'd me:
Now let me kiss your hand, griev'd beauty.
Some powerful inspiration checks my lazi-
Alack, alack, his lips be wondrous cold.
Dear soul, h'as lost his colour: have ye seen
A straying heart? All crannies! every drop
Which married bachelors hang in their ears.
| Of blood is turned to
Org. Peace usher her
If this be madness, madness is an oracle. Exit.
when slept my sister,
Her ravings are so wild?
not these ten
Phil. We watch by
We can not any way pray her to eat.
Bass. O, misery of
You may live well, and die a good old man.
If you had join'd our hands once in the
| By yea and nay, an
to be broken,
'T was since my father died, for had he liv'd
He would have done 't, — I must have call'd
you father. —
O, my wrack'd honour! ruin'd by those tyrants,
There is no peace left for a ravish'd wife
| A cruel brother and a
Widow'd by lawless marriage; to all memory
Penthea's, poor Penthea's name is strumpeted:
But since her blood was season'd by the forfeit
Her blood — 't is just — be henceforth
| Of noble shame with
With taste of sustenance ! Starve; let that ful-
Whose plurisy 2
hath fever'd faith and mod-
Forgive me; O, I faint!
[Falls into the arms of her Attendants.]
Be not so wilful,
Sweet niece, to work thine own destruction.
Will call her daughter monster! — What ! not
Refuse the only ordinary means
Which are ordain'd for life? Be not, my sister,
A murderess to thyself. — Hear'st thou this,
Bass. Foh! I am
I have not
Enow to think: all shall be well anon.
'T is tumbling in my head; there is a mastery
In art to fatten and keep smooth the outside;
Without the help of food, fumes or perfumes,
| Yes, and to comfort up
Perfumes or fumes. Let her alone; I 'll search
The trick on 't.
Lead me gently;
heavens reward ye.
Griefs are sure friends; they leave without control
Nor cure nor comforts for a leprous soul.
the maids supporting
Bass. I grant ye;
put in practice in-
What you shall still admire: 't is wonderful,
'T is super-singular, not to be match'd;
Yet, when, I 've done 't, I 've done 't: — ye shall
all thank me.
Arm. The sight is
As that I have not sense enough to feel it. —
| Lies such an infinite
of massy dulness,
See, uncle, th' angry 3
thing returns again;
Shall 's welcome him with thunder? We are
And must use exorcism to conjure down
This spirit of malevolence.
Enter NEARCHUS and
Near. I come not,
chide your late dis-
Admitting that th' inurement to a roughness
In soldiers of your years and fortunes, chiefly,
So lately prosperous, hath not yet shook off
Nor shall you need excuse, since y' are to ren-
| The custom of the war
hours of leisure;
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.
Be prince still of my services, and conquer
Without the combat of dispute; I honour ye.
Near. The king is on
Physicians are call'd for; 't were fit, Armostes,
You should be near him.
Sir, I kiss
Exeunt ITHOCLES and
Near. Amelus, I
Is warm'd 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
|| Tagged laces.
|| Q. augury.
Of her devotions; one, to
In every disposition nobly fashioned.
But can your highness brook to be so
| Considering the
of the persons?
Near. I can, Amelus;
By tyranny or rigour of compulsion,
Like tempest-threat'ned trees unfirmly rooted,
Ne'er spring to timely growth: observe, for in-
Life-spent Penthea and unhappy Orgilus.
How does your grace determine?
In public of what privately I'll further;
And though they shall not know, yet they shall
and GRONEAS leading
CLAS, and placing him
ARMOSTES [with a box],
Amy. Our daughter is
She is retir'd,
Into her gallery.
Where's the prince
walk'd into the
grove, my lord.
Except Armostes, and you, Crotolon;
We would be private.
Health unto your
Amy. What! Tecnicus
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:
out the scroll.]
| Apollo live our
Arm. [reads.] The plot in
which the vine
Begins to dry from head
The stock soon withering,
Doth cause to quail the
Shall drop, and feed the
| But from the neighbouring
elm a dew
Amy. That is the
Makes the philosopher?
This brief one
[Reads.] The plot is
Sparta, the dri'd vine the
Of most importance, not to be reveal'd
| The quailing grape his
daughter; but the thing
Is a near prince, the elm: the rest conceal'd.
opening of this
Be but itself a riddle, yet we construe
But must Calantha quail too? that young
| How near our labouring
draws to a rest.
Untimely budded! I could mourn for her;
Her tenderness hath yet deserve'd no rigour
So to be crost by fate.
Hath clouded in hid sense. I here conjecture
| With favour let me
speak it, — what Apollo
Her marriage with some neighb'ring prince, the
Of which befriending elm shall ever strengthen
Your subjects with a sovereignty of power.
Crot. Besides, most
gracious lord, the pith of
Is to be then digested when th' events
Expound their truth, not brought as soon to
As utter'd. Truth is child of Time; and herein
I find no scruple, rather cause of comfort,
With unity of kingdoms.
For weal of this dear nation! — Where is
Armostes, Crotolon, when this wither'd vine
Of my frail carcass, on the funeral pile
Is fir'd into its ashes, let that young man
Be hedg'd about still with your cares and
Much owe I to his worth, much to his service. —
Let such as wait come in now.
Cal. Dear sir! king!
my royal master!
Amy. Cleave not my
sweet twins of
So cunningly restorative to cherish
my life's solace,
With your forejudging fears; there is no
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
Is fair Euphranea married yet to Prophilus?
Crot. This morning,
Which, with your highness' leave, you may ob-
Our sister looks, methinks, mirthful and
Expound the riddle of her gain in losing
| As if her chaster
A trifle maids know only that they know not.
Pish! prithee, blush not; 'tis but honest
Of fashion in the garment, loose for strait,
Shrewd business — is 't not, sister?
| And so the modest maid
made a wife.
Amy. We thank thee,
Orgilus; this mirth be-
But wherefore sits the court in such a silence?
A wedding without revels is not seemly.
Cal. Your late
indisposition, Sir, forbade
Amy. Be it thy
Calantha, to set forward
The bridal sports, to which I will be present;
|| An apartment in the
If not, at least consenting.
Mine own Ithocles,
I have done little for thee yet.
have built me
To the full height I stand in.
May I propose a suit?
| Cal. [Aside.]
or never! —
and have it.
Cal. Pray, sir, give
this young man, and
Account him yours than he deserves in all
To be thought worth mine: I will esteem him
According to his merit.
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
what I am.
Ith. A change, great
most wisht for, 'cause the same.
Cal. [Aside to
ITHOCLES.] Th' art mine. Have
I now kept my word?
Ith. [Aside to
Org. Rich fortunes
favour of a
[Aside.] Ho! here 's a swing in destiny — ap-
Rock thee, brave man, in ever-crowned plenty!
Y' are minion of the time; be thankful for
The youth is up on tiptoe, yet may stumble.
Amy. On to your
recreations. — Now convey
Unto my bed-chamber: none on his forehead
Wear a distempered look.
gods preserve ye!
Cal. [Aside to
ITHOCLES.] Sweet, be not from
Ith. [Aside to
CALANTHA.] My whole felicity!
Exeunt carrying out the king.
Org. Shall I be
In marriage, yet is oft at less command
Call me thine own; for Prophilus must hence-
Be all thy sister's: friendship, though it cease
Than when a single freedom can dispose it.
Org. Most right, my
good lord, my most
My gracious princely lord, I might add, royal.
Ith. Royal! A
The sovereignty of kingdoms in their nonage
Stoop'd to desert, not birth; there 's as much
In clearness of affection as in puddle
Of generation: you have conquer'd love
The son of Venus hath bequeath'd his quiver
| Even in the loveliest;
greatly err not,
To Ithocles his manage,2
by whose arrows
Calantha's breast is open'd.
Org. I was
myself a piece
of suitor once
That, speaking truth, I may without offence,
| And forward in
too; so forward
Presume to whisper that my hopes, and — hark
My certainty of marriage stood assured
With as firm footing — by your leave —
Now at this very instant — but —
And for a league of privacy between us,
Read o'er my bosom and partake a secret;
The princess is contracted mine.
I now applaud her wisdom: when your king-
I dare pronounce you will be a just monarch;
| Stands seated in your
secure and settled,
Greece must admire and tremble.
Of so imparadis'd a comfort, Orgilus!
It is to banquet with the gods.
Bent knees, hearts pav'd to tread on!
| Of numerous children,
potency of nobles,
So dear, so fast as thine.
For office; but for service —
Our fortunes merely in the title; partners
In all respects else but 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 mon-
To show this was the king, and this the sub-
Soft sad music.
List, what sad sounds are these, — extremely
Ith. Sure, from
a voice too.
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; 't is ever night.
Love is dead; let lovers' eyes,
Lock'd in endless dreams,
Ope no more, for now Love dies,
Th' extremes of all
Now Love dies, — implying
Love's martyrs must be ever,
Ith. O, my misgiving
Tread softly; there is mystery in mourning.
Succeeds this deathful air; let 's know tho rea-
|| Q. to.
|| To the control of
PHILEMA, bringing in
PENTHEA in a chair, veiled : two other
placing two chairs, one on the one side, and the
other, with an engine 2
on the other. The Maids
sit down at her feet, mourning.
go out: meet them ITHOCLES and ORGILUS.
1 Ser. [Aside to
ORGILUS.] 'T is done ; that on
her right hand.
Ith. Soft peace
How fares the
Phil. Dead !
How parted she from life.
She call'd for
To life and griefs: Christalla touch'd the
And begg'd some gentle voice to tune a fare-
I wept the funeral song.
Which scarce was
But her last breath seal'd up these hollow sounds
"O, cruel Ithocles and injur'd Orgilus!"
So down she drew her veil, so died.
Org. Up ! you
messengers of death; go
Here 's woe enough to court without a prompter:
Away: and — hark ye — till you see us
No syllable that she is dead. — Away,
Keep a smooth brow.
Another is not left me.
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
There, there; sit there, my lord.
| One lamentable story
prepare 'em. —
as you please.
ITHOCLES sits down, and is catcht
What means this treachery?
Caught! you are
Young master; 't is thy throne of coronation,
Thou fool of greatness! See, I take this veil off;
Of an insulting Phaëton, her brother.
| Survey a beauty
Ith. Thou mean'st to
The delicacies of a youngling princess;
The last act of her life, and train'd thee hither
To sacrifice a tyrant to a turtle.
You dreamt of kingdoms, did ye? How to
How with this nod to grace that subtle courtier,
How with that frown to make this noble trem-
And so forth; whiles Penthea's groans and tor-
Ne'er toucht upon your thought: as for my in-
| Her agonies, her
Alas, they were beneath your royal pity;
But yet they liv'd, thou proud man, to con-
Behold thy fate; this steel! [Draws a dagger.]
Strike home! A
As keen as thy revenge shall give it welcome:
Tent 3 it with
force, and search it deeply.
|But prithee faint not;
wound close up,
Thou look'st that I should whine and beg com-
As loth to leave the vainness of my glories.
To cozen thee of honour; neither could I
| A statelier resolution
With equal trial of unequal fortune
By hazard of a duel; 't were a bravery
Too mighty for a slave intending murder.
A conflict with thy horrors.
| On to the execution,
Thou talk'st a goodly language! for requital
I will report thee to thy mistress richly.
And take this peace along: some few short
Thy wrathful ghost; then, if we tug for mas-
| Determin'd, my
shall quickly follow
Penthea's sacred eyes shall lend new courage.
Give me thy hand: be healthful in thy part-
From lost mortality! thus, thus I free it.
Ith. Yet, yet, I
I will be gentle even in blood; to linger
Keep up thy
Pain, which I strive to cure, were to be cruel.
Ith. Nimble in
I forgive thee.
Safety, with best success: O, may it prosper! —
The earnest of his wrongs to thy forc'd faith.
| Penthea, by thy side
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-look'd-for peace — now —
moves — to
Org. Farewell, fair
No monument lasts but a happy name. Exit.
Best expectation of a noble suff'rance.
I 'll lock the bodies safe, till what must fol-
Shall be approv'd. — Sweet twins, shine stars
for ever! —
In vain they build their hopes whose life is
|| Penthea's apartment in
|| A piece of mechanism.
Enter BASSANES, alone.
Bass. Athens —
I have sent, the
Of Greece for learning and the fount of know-
For here in Sparta there 's not left amongst us
One wise man to direct; we 're all turn'd mad-
Then certainly he knows the virtue of 'em:
| 'T is said Apollo is
To Delphos I have sent too. If there can be
A help for nature, we are sure yet.
Attend thy counsels ever!
I beseech thee
With all my heart, let me go from thee quietly;
of a hare, — or, in a morning,
| I will not aught to do
thee, of all men.
Salutes from a splay-footed witch, — to drop
Three drops of blood at th' nose just and no
Are not so boding mischief as thy crossing
| Croaking of ravens, or
screech of owls,
My private meditations. Shun me, prithee;
And if I cannot love thee heartily,
I'll love thee as well as I can.
Mistake me not.
Thou wert ordain'd my plague — heaven make
And give me patience too, heaven, I beseech
Org. Accept a league
amity; for hence-
I vow, by my best genius, in a syllable,
Service and friendship, with a zealous sorrow
| Never to speak
For my past incivility towards ye.
Bass. Hey-day, good
good words! I
must believe 'em,
And be a coxcomb for my labour.
For instance, if you promise to put on
So hard a language; your misdoubt is cause-
A constancy of patience, such a patience,
As chronicle or history ne'er mentioned,
As follows not example, but shall stand
The first, the index 3
pointing to a second,
| A wonder and a theme
I will acquaint ye with an unmatch'd secret,
Whose knowledge to your griefs shall set a pe-
Bass. Thou canst
Orgilus; 't is in the
Because I note an earnest in thine utterance,
| Of the gods only: yet,
Unforc'd and naturally free, be resolute 4
The virgin-bays shall not withstand the light-
With a more careless danger than my constancy
Distraction in a senseless marble statue,
| The full of thy
Could it move
It should find me a rock: I do expect now
Some truth of unheard moment.
You must add privacy, as strong in silence
| As mysteries lock'd-up
Jove's own bosom.
Bass. A skull hid in
earth a treble age
Shall sooner prate.
Lastly, to such
As the severity of a glorious action
Deserves to lead your wisdom and your judg-
You ought to yield obedience.
Of will and thankfulness.
With manly courage
Please, then, to follow me.
Where'er, I fear
Loud music. Enter
GRONEAS and HEMOPHIL,
leading EUPHRANEA; CHRISTALLA
LEMA, leading PROPHILUS;
CALANTHA; CROTOLON and AMELUS.
Cease loud music; all make a
Cal. We miss our
Ithocles and Orgilus;
On whom attend they?
My son, gracious
Whisper'd some new device, to which these revels
Should be but usher: wherein I conceive
| Lord Ithocles and
Cal. A fair excuse
absence: as for Bass-
Delights to him are troublesome: Armostes
Is with the king ?
On to the dance! —
Dear cousin, hand you the bride; the bride-
groom must be
Euphranea; I shall scarcely prove a tempt-
| Intrusted to my
Be not jealous,
Fall to our dance.
LUS with CALANTHA, CHRISTALLA
OPHIL, PHILEMA with GRONEAS.
They dance the first
during which AR-
Arm. (in CALANTHA'S
Cal. To the other
Arm. Is't possible?
Penthea, poor Penthea's starved.
|| A room in Bassanes'
|| Q. doublers.
|| The index-hand.
|| A state-room in the
Lead to the next.
dulls my senses.
Org. [whispers CALANTHA.]
Brave Ithocles is
murder'd, murder'd cruelly.
Cal. How dull this
sounds ! Strike up
Our footings are not active like our heart,
Which treads the nimbler measure.
The last change. Cease music.
Cal. So! let us
awhile. — Hath not
Rais'd fresher colour on your cheeks?
A perfect purity of blood enamels
The beauty of your white.
We all look
And, cousin, 't is, methinks, a rare presumption
Before their own sour censure, t' interrupt
| In any who prefer our
The custom of this ceremony bluntly.
Near. None dares,
Cal. Yes, yes; some
voice deliver'd to me
How that the king was dead.
That fatal news was mine; for in mine arms
The king is
He breath'd his last, and with his crown be-
Your mother's wedding ring; which here I ten-
Crot. Most strange!
Cal. Peace crown his
ashes! We are queen,
Near. Long live
live the queen!
Bass. That my
Was starv'd to death.
She's happy; she hath
A long and painful progress. — A third mur-
Pierc'd mine unwilling ears.