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Sleep? sleep at court? and now? Aches, convulsions, Imposthumes, rheums, gouts, palsies, clog thy bones A dozen years more yet!

Grau. Now you're in humours. 135

Bass. She's by herself, there's hope of that; she's sad too;

She's in strong contemplation; yes, and fixed:
The signs are wholesome.

Grau. Very wholesome, truly.

Bass. Hold your chops, nightmare !—Lady, come; your brother

Is carried to his closet; you must thither. 140 Pen. Not well, my lord?

Bass. A sudden fit; 'twill off!

JSojne surfeit or disorder.—How dost, dearest?
Pen. Your news is none o' the best.

Reenter Prophilus.

Pro. The chief of men,

The excellentest Ithocles, desires
Your presence, madame.

Bass. We are hasting to him.

Pen. In vain we labour in this course of life 146 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 150 When we're to make account.

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.

Speak comfort to him, lady ; be all gentle: 155

Stars fall but in the grossness of our sight;

A good man dying, the earth doth lose a light.


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 borrowed shape so late put on
Inferred a consequence, we must conclude 5
Some violent design of sudden nature
Hath shook that shadow off, to fly upon
A new-hatched execution. Orgilus,
Take heed thou hast not, under our integrity,
Shrouded unlawful plots; our mortal eyes 10
Pierce not the secrets of your heart, the gods
Are only privy to them.

Org. Learned Tecnicus,

Such doubts are causeless; and, to clear the truth
From misconceit, the present state commands me.
The Prince of Argos comes himself in person 15
In quest of great Calantha for his bride,
Our kingdom's heir; besides, mine only sister,
Euphranea, is disposed to Prophilus;
Lastly, the king is sending letters for me

To Athens, for my quick repair to court: 20 Please to accept these reasons.

Tec. Just ones, Orgilus,

Not to be contradicted: yet beware
Of an unsure foundation; no fair colours
Can fortify a building faintly jointed. N
I have observed a growth in thy aspect f 25
Of dangerous extent, sudden, and—look to't—
I might add, certain—

Org. My aspect! could art

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. 30

But know then, Orgilus, what honour is:
Honour consists not in a bare opinion
By doing any act that feeds content,
Brave in appearance, 'cause we think it brave;
Such honour comes by accident, not nature, 35
Proceeding from the vices of our passion,
Which makes our reasoji_djunk; but real honour
Is the reward of virtue, and acquired ^
By justice, or by valour which for basis
Hath justice to uphold it. He then fails 40
In honour, who for lucre or revenge
Commits thefts, murders, treasons, and adulteries,
With suchlike, by intrenching on just laws,
Whose sovereignty is best preserved by justice.
Thus, as you see how honour must be grounded 45
On knowledge, not opinion—for opinion
Relies on probability and accident,

But knowledge on necessity and truth,—

I leave thee to the fit consideration

Of what becomes the grace of real honour, 50

Wishing success to all thy virtuous meanings.

Org. The gods increase thy wisdsm, reverend oracle,

And in thy precepts make me ever thrifty!

Tec. I thank thy wish. {Exit Orgilus.

Much mystery of fate Lies hid in that man's fortunes; curiosity 55 May lead his actions into rare attempts :— But let the gods be moderators still; No human power can prevent their will.

Enter Armostes with a casket.

From whence come ye?

Arm. From King Amyclas,—pardon

My interruption of your studies,— Here, 60
In this sealed 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? 65

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, 70 After so long a silence, he requires

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