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. Pen. Not well, my lord? Bass. 140 A sudden fit; 'twill off! Some surfeit or disorder.-How dost, dearest ? Pen. Your news is none o' the best. 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. To live so, that our reckonings may fall even When we're to make account. Pro. Then let us care 150 He cannot fear Who builds on noble grounds: sickness or pain 155 [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. The Study of TECNICUS. Enter TECNICUS, and ORGILUS in his usual dress. Tec. Be well advised; let not a resolution I am jealous; For if the borrowed shape so late put on Take heed thou hast not, under our integrity, Org. Learnèd Tecnicus, Such doubts are causeless; and, to clear the truth Lastly, the king is sending letters for me 5 ΙΟ 15 To Athens, for my quick repair to court : Tec. Just ones, Orgilus, Not to be contradicted yet beware Of an unsure foundation; no fair colours I have observed a growth in thy aspect Of dangerous extent, sudden, and-look to't- Org. My aspéct! could art 20 int 25 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; 35 Proceeding from the vices of our passion, Which makes our reason drunk; but real honour By justice, or by valour which for basis Hath justice to uphold it. He then fails 40 Commits thefts, murders, treasons, and adulteries, Whose sovereignty is best preserved by justice. Thus, as you see how honour must be grounded 45 But knowledge on necessity and truth,- Of what becomes the grace of real honour, 50 Org. The gods increase thy wisdsm, reverend oracle, And in thy precepts make me ever thrifty! Tec. I thank thy wish. [Exit ORGILUS. 55 Much mystery of fate No human power can prevent their will. Enter ARMOSTES with a casket. From whence come ye? Arm. From King Amyclas, pardon 60 My interruption of your studies,- Here, The pith and circumstance of every tittle Tec. What is't, Armostes? 65 Arm. It is the health of Sparta, the king's life, The sum of what the oracle delivered 70 |