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Rhe. The melody must agree well and yield

sport,

When such as these are, knaves and fools, consort."

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

An Apartment in the House of THAMASTA.

Enter AMETHUS, THAMASTA, and KALA.

Amet. Does this show well?

Tha. What would you have me do?

Amet. Not like a lady of the trim, new crept
Out of the shell of sluttish sweat and labour
Into the glitt❜ring pomp of ease and wantonness,
Embroideries, and all these antick fashions,
That shape a woman monstrous; to transform
Your education, and a noble birth

Into contempt and laughter. Sister! sister!
She who derives her blood from princes, ought
To glorify her greatness by humility.
Tha. Then you conclude me proud?

Amet. Young Menaphon,

My worthy friend, has loved you long and truly:
To witness his obedience to your scorn,
Twelve months, wrong'd gentleman, he undertook
A voluntary exile. Wherefore, sister,

In this time of his absence, have you not.

The audience must be light o' the sere, to whom such " melody could yield sport." It is generally a relief to escape from the sad efforts of the author's attempts at pleasantry. To do him justice, he appears to entertain some suspicion of his success in this part of the plot, and has therefore besought the audience, when " they met some lighter strain, rather to look at the main than the bye."

Dispos'd of your affections on some monarch?
Or sent ambassadors to some neighb'ring king
With fawning protestations of your graces,
Your rare perfections, admirable beauty?
This had been a new piece of modesty,
Would have deserv'd a chronicle!

Tha. You are bitter;

And brother, by your leave, not kindly wise.'
My freedom is my birth; I am not bound
To fancy your approvements, but my own.
Indeed, you are an humble youth! I hear of
Your visits, and your loving commendation
your heart's saint, Cleophila, a virgin

To

Of a rare excellence: What though she want
A portion to maintain a portly greatness!
Yet 'tis your gracious sweetness to descend
So low; the meekness of your pity leads you!
She is
your dear friend's sister! a good soul!

An innocent!

Amet. Thamasta!

Tha. I have given

Your Menaphon a welcome home, as fits me;
For his sake entertain'd Parthenophill,

The handsome stranger, more familiarly

Than, I may fear, becomes me; yet, for his part, I not repent my courtesies: but you

Amet. No more, no more! be affable to both; Time may reclaim your cruelty.

'Not kindly wise.] i. e. your wisdom has not the natural tenderness of a brother in it.

Tha. I pity

The youth; and, trust me, brother, love his sadness:
He talks the prettiest stories; he delivers

His tales so gracefully, that I could sit
And listen, nay, forget my meals and sleep,
To hear his neat discourses. Menaphon
Was well advis'd in choosing such a friend
For pleading his true love.

Amet. Now I commend thee;

Thou'lt change at last, I hope,

Enter MENAPHON and PARTHENOPHILL,

Tha. I fear I shall.

[Aside,

Amet. Have you survey'd the garden?
Men. 'Tis a curious,

A pleasantly contriv'd delight,

Tha. Your eye, sir,

Hath in your travels often met contents

Of more variety?

Par. Not any, lady.

Men. It were impossible, since your fair pre

sence

Makes every place, where it vouchsafes to shine, More lovely than all other helps of art

Can equal.

Tha. What you mean by " helps of art," You know yourself best; be they as they are; You need none, I am sure, to set me forth, Men. 'Twould argue want of manners, more than skill,

Not to praise praise itself,

Tha. For your reward,

Henceforth I'll call you servant.*

Amet. Excellent, sister!

Men. 'Tis my first step to honour. May I fall Lower than shame, when I neglect all service That may confirm this favour!

Tha. Are you well, sir?

Par. Great princess, I am well. To see a league Between an humble love, such as my friend's is, And a commanding virtue, such as your's is, Are sure restoratives.

Tha. You speak ingeniously.

Brother, be pleas'd to show the gallery

To this young stranger. Use the time a while, And we will all together to the court:

I will present you, sir, unto the prince.

Par. You are all compos'd of fairness and true bounty.

Amet. Come, come: we'll wait you, sister. This beginning

Doth relish happy process.

Men. You have bless'd me.

[Exeunt MEN. AMET. and PAR.

Tha. Kala! O, Kala!

Kala. Lady.

Tha. We are private;

Thou art my closet.

Kala. Lock your secrets close then :

I am not to be forced.

2

Henceforth I'll call you servant.] i. e. acknowledge you as a

lover. See Mass. vol. i. p. 185.

Tha. Never till now,

Could I be sensible of being traitor

To honour and to shame.

Kala. You are in love.

Tha. I am grown base.-Parthenophill

Kala. He's handsome,

Richly endow'd; he hath a lovely face,
A winning tongue.

Tha. If ever I must fall,

In him my greatness sinks: Love is a tyrant,
Resisted. Whisper in his ear, how gladly
I would steal time to talk with him one hour;
But do it honourably. Prithee, Kala,

Do not betray me.

Kala. Madam, I will make it

Mine own case; he shall think I am in love with

him.

Tha. I hope thou art not, Kala.

Kala. 'Tis for your sake:

I'll tell him so; but, 'faith, I am not, lady.

Tha. Pray, use me kindly; let me not too soon Be lost in my new follies. 'Tis a fate

That overrules our wisdoms; whilst we strive To live most free, we're caught in our own toils. Diamonds cut diamonds; they who will prove To thrive in cunning, must cure love with love.

[Exeunt.

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