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Propitious Jove! I will prove sure and trusty:
Pro. Nor aught besides
Thy heart can wish. This lady's name's Euphranea, Mine Prophilus.
Org. I have a pretty memory;
It must prove my best friend. I will not miss 165 One minute of the hours appointed.
Pro. Write The books thou wouldst have bought thee in a note, Or take thyself some money.
Org. No, no money;
Money to scholars is a spirit invisible,
Pro. Smile, Hymen, on the growth of our desires; c We'll feed thy torches with eternalfires!
[Exeunt Prophilus and Euphranea. Org. Put out thy torches, Hymen, or their light Shall meet a darkness of eternal night! 176 Inspire me, Mercury, with swift deceits. Ingenious Fate has leapt into mine arms, Beyond the compass of my brain. Mortality Creeps on the dung of earth, and cannot reach 180 The riddles which are purposed by the gods. . Great arts best write themselves in their own stories; They die too basely who outlive their glories. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND.
Scene I. A Room in Bassanes' House.
Enter Bassanes and Phulas.
Bass. I'll have that window next the street dammed up;
It gives too full a prospect to temptation,
Phu. I do hear, my lord; a mason
Shall be provided suddenly.
Bass. Some rogue,
Some rogue of your confederacy,—factor 10
Phu. Care shall be had; I will turn every thread About me to an eye.—[Aside] Here's a sweet life!
Bass. The city housewives, cunning in the traffic Of chamber merchandise, set all at price By wholesale; yet they wipe their mouths and simper, 25 Cull, kiss, and cry " sweetheart," and stroke the head Which they have branched; and all is well again! Dull clods of dirt, who dare not feel the rubs Stuck on their foreheads.
Phu. 'Tis a villainous world;
One cannot hold his own in't.
Bass. Dames at court, 30
Who flaunt in riots, run another bias;
Phu. O, my lord,
The rarest, quaintest, strangest, tickling news
Bass. Hey-dey! up and ride me, rascal!
Phu. Forsooth, they say the king has mewed 45
All his gray beard, instead of which is budded
Bass. Ignorant block!
Phu. Yes, truly ; and 'tis talked about the streets, That since Lord Ithocles came home, the lions 50 Never left roaring, at which noise the bears Have danced their very hearts out.
Bass. Dance out thine too.
Phu. Besides, Lord Orgilus is fled to Athens Upon a fieryjdragon, and 'tis thought He never can return. Bass. Grant it, Apollo! 55
Phu. Moreover, please your lordship, 'tis reported
Bass. Antic, no more! idiots and stupid fools
Phu. The horn of plenty crest him! r~
[Aside and exit.
Bass. Swarms of confusion huddle in my thoughts In rare distemper.—Beauty! O, it is 66 An unmatchejd-bJessiftg.Qr a horrid curse. (tShe-corries, she comes! so shoots the morning forth,\\ I Vipangled with pearls of transparent dew.— The way to poverty is to be rich, 70
As I in her am wealthy; but for her,
Enter Penthea and Grausis.
Loved Penthea! How fares my heart's best joy?
Grau. In sooth, not well,
She is over-sad.
Bass. Leave chattering, magpie.—
Thy brother is returned, sweet, safe and honoured
Grau. Now 'tis well said, my lord.—What, lady! laugh,
Be merry; time is precious.
Bass. [aside] Furies whip thee! 90
Pen. Alas,my lord,this language to your hand-maid Sounds as would music to the deaf; I need No braveries nor cost of art to draw The whiteness of my name into offense: