THE LOVER'S MELANCHÓLY. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace. Enter MENAPHON and PELIAS. EN. Dangers! how mean you dangers? that so courtly You gratulate my safe return from dan gers? Pel. From travels, noble sir. Men. If my experience hath not, truant-like, These are delights; Misspent the time, which I have strove to use Pel. As I am modest, I protest 'tis strange. Men. Pel. What? To bestride The frothy foams of Neptune's surging waves, Men. Sweet sir, 'tis nothing: Straight comes a dolphin, playing near your ship, A feather-bed to waft ye to the shore I will not stretch As easily as if you slept i' the court. I this language! Pel. Enter AMETHUS, SOPHRONOS, and Attendants. My honoured father! Soph. From mine eyes, son of my care, my love, The joys that bid thee welcome do too much Speak me a child. Men. O princely sir, your hand. Amet. Perform your duties where you owe them first; I dare not be so sudden in the pleasures Thy presence hath brought home. Soph. Here thou still find'st A friend as noble, Menaphon, as when Thou left'st at thy departure. Men. To him I owe more service- Amet. Yes, I know it, Pray give leave: He shall attend your entertainments soon, Next day, and next day: for an hour or two I would engross him only. Soph. Amet. Ye're both dismissed. Pel. Noble lord! Your creature and your servant. [Exeunt all but AMETHUS and MENAPHON. Amet. Give me thy hand. I will not say, "Thou'rt welcome;" That is the common road of common friends. Men. 'Tis pieced to mine. That can create a Heaven on earth dwell with thee! To see the other's funerals performed. Let's now awhile be free.-How have thy travels Men. Such cure as sick men find in changing beds I found in change of airs: the fancy flattered My hopes with ease, as theirs do: but the grief Amet. Such is my case at home. Cleophila, thy kinswoman, that maid Of sweetness and humility, more pities Her father's poor afflictions than the tide Men. Thamasta, my great mistress, Your princely sister, hath, I hope, ere this -a sin Men. Wear the old looks too? Does the court 1 So the old edition; probably equivalent to “fawned." Amet. It does. If thou mean'st the prince, He's the same melancholy man He was at's father's death; sometimes speaks sense, But seldom mirth; will smile, but seldom laugh; But is not moved; will sparingly discourse, Hath seldom mentioned. Men. Why should such as I am Groan under the light burthen of small sorrows, In several shapes: as miseries do grow, They alter as men's forms; but how none know. I have observed abroad: all countries else To a free eye and mind yield something rare; Amet. Jewel, Menaphon! Men. A jewel, my Amethus, a fair youth; Amet. Prithee do. Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feigned Sorrow. To glorify their Tempe, bred in me To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions I day by day frequented silent groves Men. I shall soon resolve ye. This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, A nightingale, Men. The challenge, and for every several strain The well-shaped youth could touch, she sung her own; Upon his quaking instrument than she, That such they were than hope to hear again. 1 Vide (Ford says) Fami. Stradam, lib. ii. Prolus. 6. Acad. 2. Imitat. Claudian. This story has been paraphrased by Crashaw, Ambrose Philips, and others. |