THE BROKEN HEART. ACT I. SCENE I. A Room in CROTOLON'S House. Enter CROTOLON and ORGILUS. Crot. DALLY not further; I will know the reason That speeds thee to this journey, Org. "Reason?" good sir, I can yield many. Crot. Give me one, a good one; Such I expect, and ere we part must have: An Areopagite, and judge in cases Touching the commonwealth; for, as I take it, Org. All this I acknowledge. Crot. You do! then, son, if books and love of knowledge Inflame you to this travel, here in Sparta You may as freely study. Org. 'Tis not that, sir. Crot. Not that, sir! As a father, I command thee To acquaint me with the truth. Org. Thus, I obey you. After so many quarrels, as dissension, Fury, and rage had broach'd in blood, and some times, With death to such confederates, as sided With now dead Thrasus and yourself, my lord; Your eager swords, and seal'd a gentle peace: Friends you profess'd yourselves; which to confirm, A resolution for a lasting league Betwixt your families, was entertained, Crot. What of this? Org. Much, much, dear sir. A freedom of converse, an interchange Crot. Most certain. Org. From this time sprouted up that poisonous stalk Of aconite, whose ripened fruit hath ravish'd Org. Now it follows. Beauteous Penthea, wedded to this torture By an insulting brother, being secretly To him who never can usurp her heart, Crot. As how, pray? The man that calls her wife, considers truly So much, out of a self-unworthiness, His fears transport him!-not that he finds cause For knowing how the maid was heretofore That I should steal again into her favours, And undermine her virtues; which, the gods Know, I nor dare, nor dream of: hence, from hence, I undertake a voluntary exile; First, by my absence to take off the cares Of jealous Bassanes; but chiefly, sir, To free Penthea from a hell on earth: Crot. Enough, my Orgilus, enough. To Athens, 1 He doth resolve,] i. e. he doth satisfy, convince himself.-GIF FORD. I give a full consent;-alas, good lady!— Org. Often. Crot. See, Thy sister comes to give a farewell, Euph. Brother! Enter EUPHRANEA. Org. Euphranea, thus upon thy cheeks I print A brother's kiss; more careful of thine honour, Thy health, and thy well-doing, than my life. Before we part, in presence of our father, I must prefer a suit t' you, Euph. You may style it, My brother, a command. Org. That you will promise Never to pass to any man, however Worthy, your faith, till, with our father's leave, I give a free consent. Crot. An easy motion! I'll promise for her, Orgilus. Org. Your pardon; Euphranea's oath must yield me satisfaction. By great Apollo's beams, join in the vow; Org. Dear Euphranea, Mistake me not; far, far 't is from my thought, Preferment to an honourable bed, Or fitting fortune; thou art young and handsome; Euph. You have; but mean you, brother, To leave us, as you say? Crot. Ay, ay, Euphranea. He has just grounds to direct him; I will prove Euph. Heaven Does look into the secrets of all hearts: Gods! you have mercy with you, else— Thy brother will return in safety to us. Org. Souls sunk in sorrows never are without them; They change fresh airs, but bear their griefs about them. SCENE II. [Exeunt. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter AMYCLAS, ARMOSTES, PROPHILUS, Courtiers and Attendants, Amyc. The Spartan gods are gracious; our hu mility Shall bend before their altars, and perfume Their temples with abundant sacrifice. See, lords, Amyclas, your old king, is entering Into his youth again! I shall shake off This silver badge of age, and change this snow Arm. May old time Run back to double your long life, great sir! Amyc. It will, it must, Armostes; thy bold ne phew, Death-braving Ithocles, brings to our gates Hath in this latter war trod under foot |