Org. Penthea, now I tell you, you grow wanton in my sufferance; Pen. Uncivil sir, forbear, Or I can turn affection into vengeance; Lies bleeding at my feet. Unworthy man, And curse my stars for forfeit of my judgment. Org. I'll tear my veil of politic French off, And stand up like a man resolved to do :- 130 140 [Exit. Pen. He sighed my name sure, as he parted from me; I fear I was too rough. Alas, poor gentleman! 150 He look'd not like the ruins of his youth, But like the ruins of those ruins. Honour, How much we fight with weakness to preserve thee! [Walks aside. Enter Bassanes and Grausis. Bass. Fie on thee! damn thee, rotten maggot, damn thee ! Sleep, sleep at court? and now? Aches, con- Imposthumes, rheums, gouts, palsies, clog thy bones Grau. Now you are in humours. Bass. She's by herself, there's hope of that; she's sad too; She's in strong contemplation; yes, and fixed: 160 Grau. Very wholesome, truly. Bass. Hold your chops, nightmare!-Lady, come; your brother Is carried to his closet; you must thither. Pen. Not well, my lord? Bass. A sudden fit, 'twill off; Some surfeit of disorder.-How dost, dearest ? Pen. Your news is none o' th' best. Enter Prophilus. Pro. The chief of men, The excellentest Ithocles, desires Your presence, madam. Bass. We are hasting to him. Pen. In vain we labour in this course of life 170 To piece our journey out at length, or crave Respite of breath; our home is in the grave. Bass. Perfect philosophy! Pen. Then let us care To live so, that our reckonings may fall even, Pro. He cannot fear Who builds on noble grounds: sickness or pain Is the deserver's exercise; and such Your virtuous brother to the world is known. 180 [Exeunt. ACT III SCENE I The Study of Tecnicus. Enter Tecnicus, and Orgilus, in his usual Dress. Tec. Be well advised; let not a resolution Of giddy rashness choke the breath of reason. Org. It shall not, most sage master. Tec. I am jealous ; For if the borrow'd shape so late put on, Org. Learned Tecnicus, Such doubts are causeless; and, to clear the truth 10 From misconceit,-the present state commands me. Our kingdom's heir? besides, mine only sister, Tec. Just ones, Orgilus, Not to be contradicted: yet, beware Of dangerous extent, sudden, and—look to’t— Org. My aspect ! could art 20 30 Run through mine inmost thoughts, it should not sift An inclination there, more than what suited With justice of mine honour. Tec. I believe it. But know then, Orgilus, what honour is : By doing any act that feeds content, Brave in appearance, 'cause we think it brave; 40 Which makes our reason drunk : but real honour |