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Rail'd at the saints thou worshipp'st than have

thwarted My will; I'll use thee cursedly.

Grau. You dote, You are beside yourself. A politician In jealousy? no, you 're too gross, too vulgar. Pish, teach not me my trade; I know my çue: My crossing you sinks me into her trust, By which I shall know all ; my trade 's a sure one.

Bass. Forgive me, Grausis, 't was consideration I relish'd not; but have a care now.

Grau. Fear not,
I am no new-come-to-'t.

Bass. Thy life's upon it,
And so is mine. My agonies are infinite. (Exeunt.


The Palace. ITHOCLES's Apartment.

Enter ITHOCLES. Ith. Ambition ! 't is of viper's breed; it gnaws A passage through the womb that gave it motion. Ambition, like a seeled' dove, mounts upwards, Higher and higher still, to perch on clouds, But tumbles headlong down with heavier ruin. So squibs and crackers fly into the air, Then, only breaking with a noise, they vanish In stench and smoke. Morality, applied To timely practice, keeps the soul in tune, At whose sweet music all our actions dance: But this is form[d] of books and school-tradition;

| Ambition, like a seeled dove, mounts upwards,

Higher and higher still, &-c.] To seel is to blind by sewing up the eyelids. It is told in the Gen tleman's Recreation, that this wanton piece of cruelty is sometimes resorted to for sport. The poor dove, in the agonies of pain, soars, like the lark, as soon as dismissed from the hand, almost perpendicularly, and continues mounting till strength and life are totally exhausted, when she drops at the feet of her inhuman persecutors.-GIFFORD.

It physics not the sickness of a mind
Broken with griefs: strong fevers are not eased
With counsel, but with best receipts, and means ;
Means, speedy means, and certain; that's the cure.

Arm. You stick, lord Crotolon, upon a point
Too nice and too unnecessary; Prophilus
Is every way desertful. I am confident
Your wisdom is too ripe to need instruction
From your son's tutelage.

Crot. Yet not so ripe,
My lord Armostes, that it dares to dote
Upon the painted bait of smooth persuasion,
Which tempts me to a breach of faith.

Ith. Not yet
Resolv'd, my lord ? Why, if your son's consent
Be so available, we'll write to Athens
For his repair to Sparta: the king's hand
Will join with our desires ; he has been mov'd to 't.
Arm. Yes, and the king himself importuned Cro-

tolon For a despatch.

Crot. Kings may command; their wills
Are laws not to be question’d.

Ith. By this marriage
You knit a union so devout, so hearty,
Between your loves to me, and mine to yours,
As if mine own blood had an interest in it;
For Prophilus is mine, and I am his.

Crot. My lord, my lord !
Ith. What, good sir ? speak your thought.

Crot. Had this sincerity been real once,
My Orgilus had not been now unwived,
Nor your lost sister buried in a bride-bed:
Your uncle here, Armostes, knows this truth;
For had your father Thrasus liv'd, -but peace
Dwell in his grave! I have done.

Arm. You are bold and bitter.

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Ith. He presses home the injury; it smarts.

[Aside. No reprehensions, uncle : I deserve them. Yet, gentle sir, consider what the heat Of an unsteady youth, a giddy brain, Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain, Might lead a boy in years to :'t was a fault, A capital fault; for then I could not dive Into the secrets of commanding love; Since when experience, by th' extremes in others, Hath forced me to collect--and, trust me, Crotolon, I will redeem those wrongs with any, service Your satisfaction can require for current.

Arm. The acknowledgment is satisfaction: What would you more ?

Crot. I am conquer'd: if Euphranea
Herself admit the motion, let it be so;
I doubt not my son's liking.

Ith. Use my fortunes,
Life, power, sword, and heart, all are your own.

Arm. The princess, with your sister.

PHRANEA, CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA, and GRAUSIS. Cal. I present you A stranger here in court, my lord; for did not Desire of seeing you draw her abroad, We had not been made happy in her company. Ith. You are a gracious princess.-Sister, wed

lock Holds too severe a passion in your nature, Which can engross all duty to your husband, Without attendance on so dear a mistress. 'T is not my brother's pleasure, I presume,

(To Bass. Timmure her in a chamber. Bass. 'Tis her will :

She governs her own hours. Noble Ithocles,
We thank the gods for your success and welfare:
Our lady has of late been indisposed,
Else we had waited on you with the first.

Ith. How does Penthea now?

Pen. You best know, brother, From whom my health and comforts are derived. Bass. [aside.] I like the answer well; 't is sad and

modest. There may be tricks yet,

ricks. Have an eye, Grausis ! Cal. Now, Crotolon, the suit we join'd in must not Fall by too long demur.

Crot. ”T is granted, princess, For my part.

Arin. With condition, that his son
Favour the contract.

Cal. Such delay is easy,
The joys of marriage make thee, Prophilus,
A proud deserver of Euphranea's love,
And her of thy desert!

Pro. Most sweetly gracious!
Bass. The joys of marriage are the heaven on

Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet,
Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,
Eternity of pleasures ;-no restoratives
Like to a constant woman !-(but where is she?
’T would puzzle all the gods, but to create
Such a new monster) [aside.)- I can speak by proof,
For I rest in Elysium; 't is my happiness.
Crot. Euphranea, how are you resolv'd, speak

freely, In your affections to this gentleman ? Euph. Nor more, nor less than as his love as.

sures me : Which (if your liking with my brother's warrants) I cannot but approve in all points worthy. Crot. So, so! I know your answer.


Ith. 'T had been pity,
To sunder hearts so equally consented.

Hem. The king, lord Ithocles, commands your

presence; And, fairest princess, yours. Cal. We will attend him.

Enter GRONEAS. Gron. Where are the lords ? all must unto the

Without delay; the prince of Argos-

Cat. Well, sir?
Gron. Is coming to the court, sweet lady.

Cal. How!
The prince of Argos?

Gron. 'T was my fortune, madam,
T' enjoy the honour of these happy tidings.

Ith. Penthea!
Pen. Brother.

Ith. Let me an hour hence
Meet you alone, within the palace grove;
I have some secret with you.---Prithee, friend,
Conduct her thither, and have special care
The walks be clear'd of any to disturb us.

Pro. I shall.
Bass. How's that?

Ith. Alone, pray be alone.-
I am your creature, princess.—On, my lords.

[Exeunt all but Bass. Bass. Alone! alone! what means that word

alone? Why might not I be there ?-hum!-he's her bro

Brothers and sisters are but flesh and blood,
And this same court-ease is a strong temptation
To a rebellion in the veins; besides,
His fine friend Prophilus

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