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Enter SOPHRONOS and ARETUS. Soph. We find him timely now; let's learn the Are. 'Tis fit we should.—Sir, we approve you
Cor. You are yourself a scholar,
Are. There are sundry kinds
Cor. Infinite: it were More easy to conjecture every hour We have to live, than reckon up the kinds Or causes of this anguish of the mind. Soph. Thus you conclude, that as the cause is
doubtful, The cure must be impossible; and then
1 " Vide,” Ford says, “ Democritus Junior." He alludes to the Analomy of Melancholy, by Robert Burton ; from which not only what is here said, but the descriptions and personifications of the various affections of the mind in the interlude (scene iii.) are imitated, or rather copied; for the poet has added little or nothing of his own to what he found in that popular volume. To say the truth, the stupendous and undistinguishing diligence of our “Democritus the Younger” almost precluded the possibility of adding to any topic which he had previously made the object of his researches.--GIFFORD.
Our prince, poor gentleman, is lost for ever,
Are. You are a noble scholar.
Cor. May I be sure ?
Soph. Come, come, you shall not fear it.
Cor. I'll acquaint you With what is to be done; and you shall fashion it.
A Room in THAMASTA's House.
Enter Kala and PARTHENOPHILL.
Par. I dare not wrong you;
Kala. Wrong me no more
Par. Then, to resoive
Kala. Shall not! Well,
Par. Never, I vow.
Kala. Do, do ! 't is but a kind heart of my own, And ill luck can undo me.-Be refused ! O scurvy!—Pray walk on, I 'll overtake you. Meantime I'll mar' her market. [Exit Par.
Enter MENAPHON. Men. Parthenophill passed this way; prithee,
Kala, Direct me to him.
Kala. Yes, I can direct you; But you, sir, must forbear.
Kala. I said so.
Men. Rival, Kala ?
Kala. My lady
Men. ’T will make me mad.
Kala. Yes, yes.
1 I'll mar her market.] Her mistress's; whom she accordingly betrays to Menaphon.-GIFFORD.
So excellently sweet, so liberal,
Men. That were too much pity: Honest, most honest Kala! 't is thy care, Thy serviceable care.
Kaia. You have ev'n spoken
Men. I will reward thee:
Kala. O speak little.
Men. I am silent.
Kula. As little noise as may be, I beseech you; There is a back-stair to convey you forth Unseen or unsuspected.
He that cheats
Enter THAMASTA and PARTHENOPHILL.
Tha. I expose
In seeking an adventure of a parley
Par. Lady-to shorten long excuses-time
found In several mines; yet is there such a league Between these minerals, as if one vein Of earth had nourish'd both. The gentle myrtle Is not ingraft upon an olive's stock; Yet nature hath between them lock'd a secret Of sympathy, that, being planted near, They will, both in their branches and their roots, Embrace each other: twines of ivy round The well-grown oak; the vine doth court the elm; Yet these are different plants. Parthenophill, Consider this aright; then these slight creatures Will fortify the reasons I should frame For that unguarded (as thou think'st) affection, Which is submitted to a stranger's pity. True love may blush, when shame repents too
late; But in all actions, nature yields to fate.
Par. Great lady, 't were a dulness must exceed The grossest and most sottish kind of ignorance, Not to be sensible of your intents; I clearly understand them. Yet so much
1 Would argue me uncivil,] i. e. unacquainted with the language and manners of good society.-GIFFORD.