SCENE II. A Room in BASSANES'S House. Enter BASSANES, GRAUSIS, and PHULAS. Bass. Pray, use your recreations, all the service 'I will expect is quietness among ye; Take liberty at home, abroad, at all times, Bass. Betake you to your several occasions; Grau. O, sweet man! Thou art the very Honeycomb of Honesty. Thy reverend snout, and trot behind me softly, [Exeunt GRAUSIS and PHULAS. 1 The Honeycomb of Honesty, like the "Garland of Good-will," was - probably one of the popular miscellanies of the day. The quaint and alliterative titles to these collections of ballads, stories, jests, &c. gave every allusion to them an air of pleasantry; and perhaps excited a smile on the stage.-GIFFORD. Repining at these glories of creation, Are verier beasts than beasts; and of those beasts And level 't in the dust of causeless scandal:- Enter ORGILUS. Org. I have found thee, Thou patron of more horrors than the bulk Bass. Exercise Your trials for addition to my penance; Org. Play not with misery Past cure; some angry minister of fate hath More new, I, I have seen it, and yet live! Bass. You may delude my senses, not my judg ment; "T is anchor'd into a firm resolution; Dalliance of mirth or wit can ne'er unfix it: Practise yet further. Org. May thy death of love to her Damn all thy comforts to a lasting fast By thee we have been split in ken of harbour. Enter PENTHEA, with her hair loose, ITHOCLES, PHILEMA, and CHRISTALLA. Ith. Sister, look up, your Ithocles, your brother Speaks to you; why d' you weep? dear, turn not from me. Here is a killing sight; lo, Bassanes, A lamentable object! Org. Man, dost see it? Sports are more gamesome; am I yet in merriment? Why dost not laugh? Bass. Divine and best of ladies, Please to forget my outrage; mercy ever Which once appeared imposture, and then juggled Org. Was I in earnest ? Pen. Sure, if we were all sirens, we should sing pitifully, And 't were a comely music, when in parts To pass away in a dream! indeed, I've slept Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, Ith. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, Bass. Let the sun first Be wrapp'd up in an everlasting darkness, Org. Wisdom, look ye, begins To rave!-art thou mad too, antiquity? Pen. Since I was first a wife, I might have been Mother to many pretty prattling babes; They would have smiled when I smiled; and, for certain, I should have cried when they cried :-truly, brother, Bass. Fall on me if there be a burning Etna, Org. Behold a patience! Lay by thy whining gray dissimulation,1 Ith. Orgilus, forbear. Bass. Disturb him not; it is a talking motion Pen. I loved you once. [TO ORG. Org. Thou didst, wrong'd creature: in despite of malice, For it I'll love thee ever. Pen. Spare your hand: Believe me, I'll not hurt it. Org. My heart too. 1 Lay by thy whining gray dissimulation.] This beautiful expression is happily adopted by Milton, the great plunderer of the poetical hive of our old dramatists. "He ended here, and Satan, bowing low His gray dissimulation," &c.-Par. Reg. It would appear from the next speech that the unsuspicious Ithocles supposed Orgilus to address Bassanes, in this rant, in order to incite him to wreak vengeance on himself for his cruelty to Penthea; but the covert object of it is evidently Ithocles.-GIFFORD. 2 Org. My heart too.] Here is some mistake of the press, which I ann pretend to rectify.-GIFFORD. Pen. Complain not though I wring it hard; I'll kiss it; Oh, 't is a fine soft palm!-hark, in thine ear; [Pointing to ITHOCLES. And yet he paid for 't home; alas! his heart Is crept into the cabinet of the princess; We shall have points and bride-laces. Remember, Her fancies guide her tongue! [Aside. Some powerful inspiration checks my laziness: Alack, alack, his lips be wondrous cold; Dear soul, he has lost his colour: have you seen Which married bachelors hang in their ears. If this be madness, madness is an oracle. [Exit. Ith. Christalla, Philema, when slept my sister, Her ravings are so wild? Chris. Sir, not these ten days. Phil. We watch by her continually; besides, Pen. Take comfort. 1 She has 'tutor'd me,] i. e. by repeatedly pointing out Ithocles to his resentment. What plan of vengeance Orgilus had previously meditated we know not; but the deep and irresistible pathos of this most afflicting scene evidently gives a deadly turn to his wrath.--GIFFORD. |