Too grossly, for the fashion of his mind Pal. Your commendations, Sweet cousin, speak him nobly. Par. All the powers That sentinel just thrones, double their guards Pal. What fortune Led him to Cyprus? Men. My persuasions won him. Amet. And if your highness please to hear the entrance Into their first acquaintance, you will say— Tha. It was the newest, sweetest, prettiest accident, That e'er delighted your attention: I can discourse it, sir. Pal. Some other time, How is he call'd? Tha. Parthenophill. Pal. Parthenophill? We shall sort time to take more notice of him. [Exit. Men. His wonted melancholy still pursues him. Amet. I told you so. Tha. You must not wonder at it. Par. I do not, lady. Amet. Shall we to the castle? Men. We will attend you both. Rhe. All three-I'll go too. Hark in thine ear, gallant; I'll keep the old man in chat, while thou gabblest to the girl: my thumb's upon my lips; not a word. Amet. I need not fear thee, Rhetias.-Sister, soon Expect us; this day we will range the city. Tha. Well, soon I shall expect you.-Kala!! [Aside. 1 Kala!] This is a hint to her attendant to take the present oppor tunity of conveying her message "honourably" to Parthenophill.GIFFORD. Kal. Trust me. Rhe. Troop on!-Love, love, what a wonder thou art! [Exeunt all but PARTHENOPHILL and KALA. Kal. May I not be offensive, sir? Par. Your pleasure? Yet, pray, be brief. Kal. Then, briefly; good, resolve me; Have you a mistress or a wife? Par. I have neither. Kal. Nor did you ever love in earnest any Fair lady, whom you wish'd to make your own? Par. Not any, truly. Kal. What your friends or means are I will not be inquisitive to know, Nor do I care to hope for. But admit A dowry were thrown down before your choice, How gladly would you entertain it? Young man, Par. I shall thank you, When my unsettled thoughts can make me sensible Of what 't is to be happy; for the present Enter THAMASTA. Tha. Do I break off your parley, That you are parting? Sure my woman loves you ; Can she speak well, Parthenophill? Par. Yes, madam, Discreetly chaste she can; she hath much won Much mov'd my thankfulness. You are her lady, VOL. I.-7 In woman's favour, Kala is the first Tha. Indeed! But say a nobler love should interpose. Par. Where real worth and constancy first settle In that construction, which must give clear light Must learn me how to grow rich in deserts. Tha. Come hither! "If ever henceforth I desire to thrive In woman's favour, Kala is the first [Exit. Whom my ambition shall bend to."-"T was so! Tha. These very words Curse thee, unfaithful creature, to thy grave. Thou woo'dst him for thyself? Kal. You said I should. Tha. My name was never mentioned? Kal. Madam, no: We were not come to that. Tha. Not come to that! Art thou a rival fit to cross my fate? Now poverty and a dishonest fame, The waiting-woman's wages, be thy payment. There's not a page, a groom, nay, not a citizen Kal. I have not verily deserved this cruelty. My birth, the danger of a fond2 neglect. [Exit. 1 I'll spoil your carriage!] From the sequel of the speech it appears not improbable that the poet's word was marriage.-GIFFORD. 2 Of a fond neglect,] i. e. the danger of slighting the love of a lady of my rank.-GIFFORD. Kal. Are you so quick? Well, I may chance to cross Your peevishness. Now, though I never meant SCENE II. An Apartment at the Castle. Enter CLEOPHILA and TROLLIO. [Exit. Cleo. Tread softly, Trollio, my father sleeps still. Trol. Ay, forsooth; but he sleeps like a hare, with his eyes open, and that 's no good sign. Cleo. Sure thou art weary of this sullen living; But I am not; for I take more content In my obedience here, than all delights Mel. Oh! Cleo. Dost hear that groan? Trol. Hear it? I shudder; it was a strong blast, young mistress, able to root up heart, liver, lungs, and all. Cleo. My much-wronged father! let me view his face. [Draws the arras, MELEANDER discovered in a chair, sleeping. Trol. Lady mistress, shall I fetch a barber to steal away his rough beard while he sleeps? In his naps he never looks in a glass-and 't is high time, o' my conscience, for him to be trimmed; he has not been under the shaver's hand almost these four years. Cleo. Peace, fool! Trol. He begins to stir; he stirs. Bless us, how his eyes roll! A good year keep your lordship in your right wits, I beseech ye! [Aside. Mel. Cleophila ! Cleo. Sir, I am here; how do you, sir? Mel. The raven croak'd, and hollow shrieks of owls Sung dirges at her funeral; I laugh'd The while, for 't was no boot to weep. The girl Cleo. I am Cleophila, Your woful daughter. Trol. I am Trollio, Your honest implement. Mel. I know you both. 'Las, why d' ye use me thus? Thy sister, my Eroclea, was so gentle, That turtles in their down do feed more gall, storm Drive dirt and dust on banks of spotless snow, Trol. I beseech you heartily, sir. Trol. No, no, you are but a little staring-there's difference between staring and stark mad. You are but whimsied yet; crotcheted, conundrumed, or so. Aside. Mel. Here's all my care; and I do often sigh |