Bass. The floor is matted; The bed-posts sure are steel or marble.-Soldiers Upon the sloth of luxury, they heighten Grau. What do you mean, my lord?-speak low; that gabbling Of your's will but undo us. Bass. Chamber-combats Are felt, not heard. Pro. (within) He wakes. Ith. (within) Who's there? Enter PROPHILUS. Pro. Lord Bassanes, your brother would be private, We must forbear; his sleep hath newly left him. Please you, withdraw! Bass. By any means; 'tis fit. Pro. Pray, gentlewoman, walk too. Grau., Yes, I will, sir. [Exeunt. The Scene opens; ITHOCLES is discovered in a Chair, and PENTHEA beside him. Ith. Sit nearer, sister, to me; nearer yet: We had one father, in one womb took life, Were brought up twins together, yet have liv'd At distance, like two strangers; I could wish Pen. You had been happy : Then had you never known that sin of life Which blots all following glories with a vengeance, For forfeiting the last will of the dead, Ith. Sad Penthea, Thou canst not be too cruel; my rash spleen Hath with a violent hand pluck'd from thy bosom A love-blest heart, to grind it into dust; For which mine's now a-breaking. Pen. Not yet, heaven, I do beseech thee! first, let some wild fires A miserable creature, led to ruin Ith. I consume In languishing affections for that trespass; Pen. The handmaid to the wages Of country toil, drinks the untroubled streams* the handmaid to the wages Of country toil, drinks the untroubled streams] There is a slight confusion in the old copy, arising from one of the words being shuffled out of its place; it reads: the handinaid to the wages The untroubled of country toil, drinks streams. With leaping kids, and with the bleating lambs, And so allays her thirst secure; whilst I Quench my hot sighs with fleetings of my tears. Ith. The labourer doth eat his coarsest bread, Earn'd with his sweat, and lays him down to sleep; While every bit I touch turns in digestion To gall, as bitter as Penthea's curse. Put me to any penance for my tyranny; Pen. Pray kill me, Rid me from living with a jealous husband; Ith. How does thy lord esteem thee? As only you have made me; a faith-breaker, Pen. I do not, Ithocles; For she that's wife to Orgilus, and lives Is, at the best, a whore. Wilt kill me now? Some dreadful figure, and appear to charge Ith. After my victories abroad, at home Hath made my actions monstrous: thou shalt stand A deity, my sister, and be worshipp'd For thy resolved martyrdom; wrong'd maids Pure turtles, crown'd with myrtle; if thy pity Pen. Oh, no more! : Ith. Death waits to waft me to the Stygian banks, And free me from this chaos of my bondage; Of birth to any but my sister, durst not Pen. Let me, By your new protestations I conjure you, Partake her name. Ith. Her name ?-'tis,-'tis-I dare not. Ith. They are not.-Peace! Calantha is the princess-the king's daughterSole heir of Sparta.-Me, most miserable! 5 Friendship, or [nearness] Of birth, &c.] A word has been dropt here, and I have taken that which has been suggested, though doubtful of its genuineness; the pointing too seems defective. Ithocles appears to allude to Prophilus, in the first instance. In the next line, for " as a secret," I read, with more confidence, 'tis a secret. Do I now love thee? for my injuries Split even your very soul to see her father Ith. Trouble not The fountains of mine eyes with thine own story; I sweat in blood for't. Pen. We are reconciled. Alas, sir, being children, but two branches Ith. Yes, in thee; Only in thee, Penthea mine. Pen. If sorrows Have not too much dull'd my infected brain, Ith. Mad man!-Why have I wrong'd a maid so excellent? BASSANES rushes in with a Poniard, followed by Prophilus, Groneas, Hemophil, and GRAUSIS. Bass. I can forbear no longer; more, I will not: Keep off your hands, or fall upon my point.Patience is tired,-for, like a slow-paced ass, You ride my easy nature, and proclaim My sloth to vengeance a reproach, and property. |