Men. Yes, I know it, To him I owe more service Amet. Pray give leave He shall attend your entertainments soon, Soph. Noble lord! Amet. You are both dismiss'd. Pel. Your creature and your servant. [Exeunt all but AMETHUS and MEnaphon. Amet. Give me thy hand. Thou'rt welcome; I will not say, That is the common road of common friends. Men. 'Tis pieced to mine. Amet. Yes, 'tis; as firmly as that holy thing Call'd friendship can unite it. Menaphon, My Menaphon! now all the goodly blessings, We never more will part, till that sad hour, Let's now a while be free.-How have thy travels Men. Such cure as sick men find in changing beds, I found in change of airs; the fancy flatter'd My hopes with ease, as their's do; but the grief Amet. Such is n.y case at home. Men. Thamasta, my great mistress, Amet. Not any, Menaphon. Her bosom yet Men. Does the court Wear the old looks too? Amet. If thou mean'st the prince, It does. He's the same melancholy man, 2 Confirm'd affection on, &c.] So the quarto reads, but, I suspect, erroneously. Perhaps the author's word was conferr'd. Lest thou might'st think I fawn'd on [thee]—a sin.] This is the best conjecture which I can form of the speaker's meaning. The old copy reads Lest thou might'st think I fawn'd upon a sin I once conjectured Lest thou might'st think I'd fallen upon a sin— but I prefer the first. But seldom mirth; will smile, but seldom laugh; But is not mov'd; will sparingly discourse, goodly, One so young, and So sweet in his own nature, any story Hath seldom mention'd. Men. Why should such as I am, Groan under the light burthens of small sorrows, In several shapes; as miseries do grow, Men. Than any I have observed abroad! all countries else To a free eye and mind yield something rare; Amet. Jewel, Menaphon? Men. A jewel, my Amethus, a fair youth; Amet. Prithee do. Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Men. I shall soon resolve you. A sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, 4 Vide (Ford says) Fami. Stradam, lib. ii. Prolus. 6. Acad. 2. Imitat. Claudian. This story, as Mr. Lambe observes, has been paraphrased by Crashaw, Ambrose Philips, and others: none of those versions, however, can at all compare for harmony and grace with this before us. Nature's best skill'd musician, undertakes own; He could not run division with more art That such they were, than hope to hear again. Men. You term them rightly; For they were rivals, and their mistress, harmony. Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, So many voluntaries, and so quick, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight. Amet. Now for the bird. Men. The bird, ordain'd to be Music's first martyr, strove to imitate These several sounds: which, when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on his lute, |