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Accept, wear, and enjoy it as our gift
Deserv'd, not purchased.

Ith. You are a royal maid.
Amyc. She is, in all, our daughter.

Ith. Let me blush,
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;
In that lay mine ability, that only:
For who is he so sluggish from his birth,
So little worthy of a name or country,
That owes not out of gratitude for life
A debt of service, in what kind soever,
Safety, or counsel of the commonwealth
Requires, for payment?

Cal. He speaks truth.
Ith. Whom heaven

pleased to style victorious, there, to such,
Applause runs madding, like the drunken priests
In Bacchus' sacrifices, without reason,
Voicing the leader-on a demi-god;
Whenas, indeed, each common soldier's blood
Drops down as current coin in that hard purchase,
As his, whose much more delicate condition
Hath suck'd the milk of ease : judgment commands,
But resolution executes. I use not,
Before this royal presence, these fit slights,'
As in contempt of such as can direct;
My speech hath other end; not to attribute
All praise to one man's fortune, which is strengthen'd
By many hands: for instance, here is Prophilus,
A gentleman (I cannot flatter truth)
Of much desert; and, though in other rank,

lands, all woven of different materials, and all appropriate to tlieir 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 Ithodes which speaks.-GIFTORD.

Both Hemophil and Groneas were not missing
To wish their country's peace; for, in a word,
All there did strive their best, and 't was our duty.
Amyc. Courtiers turn soldiers !-We vouchsafe

our hand; [HEM. and Gron. kiss his hand. Observe your great example.

Hem. With all diligence.
Gron. Obsequiously and hourly.

Amyc. Some repose
After these toils is needful. We must think on
Conditions for the conquer'd; they expect them.
On!-Come, my Ithocles.

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.

{Kisses her. Chris. Fy, this is rudeness ; You went not hence such creatures.

Gron. Spirit of valour
Is of a mounting nature.

Phil. It appears $0.-
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?
VOL. I.-13

Gron. Sweet Philema,
When I was in the thickest of mine enemies,
Slashing off one man's head, another's nose,
Another's arms and legs,

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,
With all thy heart now ?

Phil. Now, as heretofore.
I have not put my love to use: the principal
Will hardly yield an interest.

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 !
off with your feathers, put on aprons, gallants ;
Learn to reel, thrum, or trim a lady's dog,
And be good quiet souls of peace, hobgoblins!

Hem. Christalla !

Chris. Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the acorns.-Soldiers ! corncutters, But not so valiant; they ofttimes draw blood, Which you durst never do. When you have prac

tis'd More wit, or more civility, we'll rank you I'th' list of men; till then, brave things at arms, Dare not to speak to us,--most potent Groneas ! Phil. And Hemophil the hardy—at your services.

(Exeunt Chris. and Phil. Gron. They scorn us as they did before we went. Hem. Hang them, let us scorn them; and be

revenged.

Gron. Shall we?

Hem. We will; and when we slight them thus, Instead of following them, they 'll follow us ; It is a woman's nature.

[Eseunt.

SCENE III.

The Gardens of the Palace.- A Grove. Enter TECNICUS, and Orgilus, disguised, like one of

his Scholars. Tec. Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst

not play With the severity of fate; this change Of habit and disguise in outward view Hides not the secrets of thy soul within thee From their quick-piercing eyes, which dive at all

times
Down to thy thoughts: in thy aspect I note
A consequence of danger.

Org. Give me leave,
Grave Tecnicus, without foredooming destiny,
Under thy roof to ease my silent griefs,
By applying to my hidden wounds the balm
Of thy oraculous lectures: if my fortune
Run such a crooked by-way as to wrest
My steps to ruin, yet thy learned precepts
Shall call me back and set my footings straight.
I will not court the world.

Tec. Ah, Orgilus,
Neglects in young men of delights and life
Run often to extremities; they care not
For harms to others, who contemn their own.

Org. But I, most learned artist, am not so much
At odds with nature, that I grudge the thrift
Of any true deserver: nor doth malice
Of present hopes, so check them with despair,
As that I yield to thought of more affliction

Than what is incident to frailty: wherefore
Impute not this retired course of living
Some little time, to any other cause
Than what I justly render; the information
Of an unsettled mind; as the effect
Must clearly witness.

Tec. Spirit of truth inspire thee!
On these conditions I conceal thy change,
And willingly admit thee for an auditor.-
I'll to my study.

[Exit.
Org. I to contemplations,
In these delightful walks.—Thus metamorphosed,
I may without suspicion hearken after
Penthea's usage, and Euphranea's faith.
Love, thou art full of mystery! the deities
Themselves are not secure,' in searching out
The secrets of those flames, which, hidden, waste
A breast, made tributary to the laws
of beauty ; physic yet hath never found
A remedy to cure a lover's wound.-
Ha! who are those that cross yon private walk
Into the shadowing grove, in amorous foldings ?
PROPHILUS and EUPHRANEA pass by, arm in arm, and

whispering My sister; O, my sister! 't is Euphranea With Prophilus; supported too! I would It were an apparition! Prophilus Is Ithocles his friend: it strangely puzzles me.

Re-enter PROPHILUS and EUPHRANEA. Again! help me my book; this scholar's habit Must stand my privilege; my mind is busy, Mine eyes and ears are open.

[Walks aside, pretending to read. Pro. Do not waste

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the deities Thanselves are not secure,] i. e. sure, certain: they cannot depend on the results of their own omniscience in these inquiries. --GIFTORD.

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