Let such, if any such there are, who covet A curiosity of admiration, By laying out their plenty to full view, Appear in gaudy outsides; my attires in t From which, if your opinion, nobly placed, 95 Bass. This house, methinks, stands somewhat too much inward, It is too melancholy; we'll remove Nearer the court or what thinks my Penthea Of the delightful island we command ? Rule me as thou canst wish. Pen. I am no mistress : Whither you please, I must attend; all ways Grau. 105 Island! prison ; IIO A prison is as gaysome we'll no islands; Bass. [aside to GRAUSIS] Grausis, 115 You are a juggling bawd.-This sadness, sweetest, Becomes not youthful blood.-[Aside to GRAUSIS] I'll have you pounded. For my sake put on a more cheerful mirth; Thou'lt mar thy cheeks, and make me old in griefs.[Aside to GRAUSIS] Damnable bitch-fox! Grau. I am thick of hearing, 120 Still, when the wind blows southerly.-What think ye, Bass. [aside to GRAUSIS] I'll spit thee on a stake, Or chop thee into collops! Grau. Sure, sure the wind blows south still. Pen. Pray, speak louder. 125 Thou prat'st madly. Bass. 'Tis very hot; I sweat extremely. In drifts; the one enter, the other stand without, sir: And now I vanish. [Exit. To all my heart is open; you all honour me, [Aside] A tympany swells in my head already.—mount Honour me bountifully.-[Aside] How they flutter, Wagtails and jays together! Pro. From your brother 136 By virtue of your love to him, I require Your instant presence, fairest. Pen. He is well, sir? Pro. The gods preserve him ever! Yet, dear beauty, I find some alteration in him lately, Since his return to Sparta.-My good lord, I pray, use no delay. Bass. We had not needed An invitation, if his sister's health Had not fall'n into question.-Haste, Penthea, 140 Slack not a minute.-Lead the way, good Prophilus ; Pro. Your arm, fair madam. 146 [Exeunt all but BASSANES and GRAUSIS. Bass. One word with your old bawdship: th' hadst been better Railed at the sins thou worshipp'st than have thwarted My will I'll use thee cursedly. Grau. You dote, 150 You are beside yourself. A politician In jealousy? no, you're too gross, too vulgar. By which I shall know all; my trade's a sure one. Bass. Forgive me, Grausis, 'twas consideration [Exeunt. And so is mine. My agonies are infinite. SCENE II. The Palace. ITHOCLES' Apartment. Enter ITHOCLES. Ith. Ambition! 'tis of vipers' breed: it gnaws 5 ΙΟ Broken with griefs: strong fevers are not eased Arm. You stick, Lord Crotolon, upon a point passions maint to extreme -lead to Tagal Full Crot. Yet not so ripe, 20 My Lord Armostes, that it dare to dote Ith. Not yet Resolved, my lord? Why, if your son's consent For his repair to Sparta: the king's hand Will join with our desires; he has been moved to't. 25 Arm. Yes, and the king himself importuned Cro You knit an union so devout, so hearty, Crot. My lord, my lord!— Ith. Crot. What, good sir? speak your thought. My Orgilus had not been now unwived, Arm. 36 40 You're bold and bitter. Ith. [aside] He presses home the injury; it smarts. |