Tec. I believe it. But know then, Orgilus, what honour is: Brave in appearance, 'cause we think it brave; Of what becomes the grace of real honour, And in thy precepts make me ever thrifty! [Exit. May lead his actions into rare attempts: 3 Who, for lucre or revenge.] The 4to has-" for lucre of revenge." The context shews that this can scarcely be the genuine reading. But let the gods be moderators still; No human power can prevent their will. Enter ARMOSTES, with a Casket. From whence come you ? Arm. From king Amyclas,--pardon My interruption of your studies.-Here, In this seal'd box, he sends a treasure [to you], Dear to him as his crown; he prays your gravity, You would examine, ponder, sift, and bolt The pith and circumstance of every tittle The scroll within contains. Tec. What is't, Armostes? Arm. It is the health of Sparta, the king's life, Sinews and safety of the commonwealth; The sum of what the Oracle delivered, When last he visited the prophetic temple At Delphos what his reasons are, for which, After so long a silence, he requires Your counsel now, grave man, his majesty Will soon himself acquaint you with. Tec. Apollo [He takes the casket. Inspire my intellect !-The prince of Argos Is entertain'd? Arm. He is; and has demanded Our princess for his wife; which I conceive Tec. My duty to the king, good peace to Sparta, And fair day to Armostes! Arm. Like to Tecnicus. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in ITHOCLES' House. Soft Music.-A Song within, during which PROPHILUS, BASSANES, PENTHEA, and GRAUSIS pass over the Stage. BASSANES and GRAUSIS re-enter softly, and listen in different places. SONG. Can you paint a thought? or number Can you count soft minutes roving Sooner do both that and this, All loves, all hearts, Do, shall, and must obey. Bass. All silent, calm, secure.-Grausis, no creaking, No noise; dost [thou] hear nothing? Grau. Not a mouse, Or whisper of the wind. Bass. The floor is matted; The bed-posts sure are steel or marble.-Soldiers Grau. What do you mean, my lord?-speak low; that gabbling Of your's will but undo us. Bass. Chamber-combats Are felt, not heard. Pro. (within) He wakes. Bass. What's that? Ith. (within) Who's there? Sister?-All quit the room else. Bass. 'Tis consented! Enter PROPHILUS. Pro. Lord Bassanes, your brother would be private, We must forbear; his sleep hath newly left him. Please you, withdraw! Bass. By any means; 'tis fit. Pro. Pray, gentlewoman, walk too. Grau. Yes, I will, sir. [Exeunt. The Scene opens; ITHOCLES is discovered in a Chair, and PENTHEA beside him. Ith. Sit nearer, sister, to me; nearer yet: We had one father, in one womb took life, Were brought up twins together, yet have liv'd At distance, like two strangers; I could wish Pen. You had been happy : Then had you never known that sin of life. Which blots all following glories with a ven geance, For forfeiting the last will of the dead, Ith. Sad Penthea, Thou canst not be too cruel; my rash spleen Hath with a violent hand pluck'd from thy bosom A love-blest heart, to grind it into dust; For which mine's now a-breaking. Pen. Not yet, heaven, I do beseech thee! first, let some wild fires A miserable creature, led to ruin Ith. I consume In languishing affections for that trespass; Pen. The handmaid to the wages Of country toil, drinks the untroubled streams+ the handmaid to the wages Of country toil, drinks the untroubled streams] There is a slight confusion in the old copy, arising from one of the words being shuffled out of its place; it reads: the handmaid to the wages The untroubled of country toil, drinks streams. |