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As modest and as hopeless, as the trust
Enter THAMASTA and KALA.
Tha. You are turn'd satire.
Amet. All the flatteries
Tha. This is mere railing.
Amet. You have sold your birth For lust.
Amet. Yes; and, at a dear expense, Purchased the only glories of a wanton.
Tha. A wanton!
Amet. Let repentance stop your mouth: Learn to redeem your fault.
Kala. I hope your tongue Has not betray'd my honesty. [.Aside to Men.
Men. Fear nothing.
Tha. If, Menaphon, I hitherto have strove
1 It is evident, from what follows, in a subsequent scene, that this warmth of language is merely affected by Amethus, for the purpose of intimidating his sister, and by dint of overpowering her supposed coquetry, surprising her into an avowal of her attachment to his friend.--GIFFORD.
Men. Great mistress, no: I rather quarrel with mine own ambition, That durst to soar so high, as to feed hope Of any least desert, that might entitle My duty to a pension from your favours. Amet. And therefore, lady (pray observe him
well), He henceforth covets plain equality; Endeavouring to rank his fortunes low, With some fit partner, whom, without presumption, Without offence or danger, he may cherish, Yes, and command too, as a wife; a wife; A wife, my most great lady! Kala. All will out.
[Aside. Tha. Now I perceive the league of amity, Which you have long between you vow'd and kept, Is sacred and inviolable; secrets Of every nature are in common to you. I have trespassed, and I have been faulty ; Let not too rude a censure doom me guilty, Or judge my error wilful without pardon.
Men. Gracious and virtuous mistress!
Amet. 'Tis a trick;
[Exeunt Men. and AMET.
Kala. Not Ī? I do protest
Tha. Be-no matter what!
And speedily:-So!-seek out Cuculus,
Kala. That antic!
indeed; But no wound's deadly, till our honours bleed.
A Room in the Castle.
Enter RHETIAS and CORAX. Rhe. Thou art an excellent fellow. Diabolo! O these empirics, that will undertake all cures, yet know not the causes of any disease! Dog-leeches! By the four elements I honour thee; could find in my heart to turn knave, and be thy flatterer.
Cor. Sirrah, 't is pity thou 'dst not been a scholar; Thou’rt honest, blunt, and rude enough, o' con
science! But for thy lord now,-I have put him to't.
Rhe. He ehafes hugely, fumes like a stew-pot; is he not monstrously overgone in phrensy?
Cor. Rhetias, 't is not a madness, but his sorrows
Rhe. Corax, to praise thy art, were to assure
't was a prince's tyranny Caused his distraction, &c.] Here again poor Corax has just stum bled on what the prince had discovered long before: never, surely, was reputation so cheaply obtained as by this componnd of fool and physi. ciali.-GUTORD.
The light of thy rare knowledge. Henceforth casting
E.cit. Cor. Farewell!-A shrewd-brain'd fellow; there
is pith In his untoward plainness.—Now, the news?
Enter Trollio, with a morion' on. Trol. Worshipful master doctor, I have a great deal of I cannot tell what, to say to you. My lord thunders, every word that comes out of his mouth roars like a cannon; the house shook once ;-my young lady dares not be seen.
Cor. We will roar with him, Trollio, if he roar.
Trol. He has got a great pole-axe in his hand, and fences it up and down the house, as if he were to make room for the pageants. I have provided me a morion for fear of a clap on the coxcomb.
Mel. [within.) So ho, so ho!
Trol. There, there, there! look to your right worshipful, look to yourself.
Enter MelEANDER with a pole-axe.
MEL.] Stay thy paws,
1 Morion.] A headpiece, a helmet.—GIFFORD. 2 To make room for the pageants.) An allusion to the city-officers, who headed the shows on the Lord Mayor's day, and opened the passage for the maskers. They must have found occasion for all their fencing, if the fierce curiosity of the citizens be considered, and the state of the public streets.--GIFFORD.
That shall transform thee to that restless stone,
Mel. Nay, if the fates
[Exit, with the pole-axe. Mel. This friend and I will walk, and gabble
wisely. Cor. I allow the motion; on! [Takes off his mask.
Mel. So politicians thrive,
Cor. Then they fill
theirs The world runs round; yet these are square men
still. Mel. There are none poor, but such as engross
offices. Cor. None wise, but unthrifts, bankrupts, beggars,
rascals. Mel. The hangman is a rare physician. Cor. That's not so good ;-[Aside.}-it shall be
1 The world turns round; yet these are square men still.] The play of words between round and square is not of a very exquisite kind, but it does well enough for Corax. By square he means just, unimpeachable.-GIFFORD.