Messene's pride; Messene bows her neck Most gracious sovereign: twenty of the noblest propose, In settling peace, and liberty of life. Amyc. When comes your friend the general? To follow with all speed convenient. Enter CROTOLON, CALANTHA, EUPHRANEA, CHRISTALLA and PHILEMA with a garland. Amyc. Our daughter! Dear Calantha, the happy news, The conquest of Messene, hath already Cal. With the circumstance And manner of the fight, related faithfully Pro. Excellent princess, Your own fair eyes may soon report a truth Cal. Your friend Pro. He is so, madam, In which the period of my fate consists- Like a star fix'd, not mov'd with any thunder A miracle of man. Amyc, Such, Crotolon, [Flourish. On forfeit of a king's word, thou wilt find him. Enter ITHOCLES, ushered in by the Lords, and followed by HEMOPHIL and GRONEAS. Amyc. Return into these arms, thy home, thy sanctuary, Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosom, Ith. Your humblest subject. Arm. Proud of the blood I claim an interest in, As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee, Right noble nephew. Ith. Sir, your love's too partial. Crot. Our country speaks by me, who by thy valour, Wisdom, and service, shares in this great action; A general welcome. Ith. You exceed in bounty. Cal. Christalla, Philema, the chaplet.-[Takes the chaplet from them.]-Ithocles, Upon the wings of fame, the singular And chosen fortune of a high attempt, 1 This provincial garland,] i. e. the wreath (of laurel) which she had prepared; and which the ancients conferred on those who, like Ithocles, had added a province to the empire. These honorary chaplets or crowns were, as every schoolboy knows, composed of plants, leaves, or flowers, according to the nature of the service rendered. Thus we have the provincial, the civic, the mural, the obsidional, and various other gar Accept, wear, and enjoy it as our gift Ith. You are a royal maid. Amyc. She is, in all, our daughter. Acknowledging how poorly I have serv'd, What nothings I have done, compared with the honours Heap'd on the issue of a willing mind; Cal. He speaks truth. pleased to style victorious, there, to such, Whenas, indeed, each common soldier's blood Hath suck'd the milk of ease: judgment commands, Before this royal presence, these fit slights,1 My speech hath other end; not to attribute All praise to one man's fortune, which is strengthen'd Of much desert; and, though in other rank, lands, all woven of different materials, and all appropriate to their respective wearers, "deserv'd, not purchased."-GIFFORD. 1 These fit slights,] i. e. these trifling services, to which I have adapted the slight or humble language which becomes them. It is the modesty of Ithocles which speaks.-GIFFORD. Both Hemophil and Groneas were not missing Hem. With all diligence. Gron. Obsequiously and hourly. After these toils is needful. We must think on Euph. Sir, with your favour, I need not a supporter. Pro. Fate instructs me. [Exit AMYC. attended; ITH. CAL. &c.-AS CHRIS. and PHIL. are following CAL. they are detained by HEM. and GRON. Chris. With me? Phil. Indeed I dare not stay. Hem. Sweet lady, Soldiers are blunt,-your lip. Chris. Fy, this is rudeness; You went not hence such creatures. Gron. Spirit of valour Is of a mounting nature. Phil. It appears so.— [Kisses her. Pray [now], in earnest, how many men apiece Have you two been the death of? Gron. 'Faith, not many; We were composed of mercy. Hem. For our daring, You heard the general's approbation Before the king. Chris. You" wish'd your country's peace;" That show'd your charity: where are your spoils, Such as the soldier fights for? Phil. They are coming. Chris. By the next carrier, are they not? Gron. Sweet Philema, When I was in the thickest of mine enemies, Phil. And all together. Gron. Then I would with a sigh remember thee, And cry, "dear Philema, 't is for thy sake I do these deeds of wonder!"-dost not love me, Phil. Now, as heretofore. I have not put my love to use: the principal Gron. By Mars, I'll marry thee! Phil. By Vulcan, you're forsworn, Except my mind do alter strangely. Gron. One word. Chris. You lie beyond all modesty;-forbear me. Hem. I'll make thee mistress of a city, 't is Mine own by conquest. Chris. By petition;-sue for 't In forma pauperis.-"City ?" kennel.-Gallants! Chris. Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the acorns.-Soldiers! corncutters, More wit, or more civility, we'll rank you |