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Amyclas, King of Laconia.
Armostes, a Counsellor of State. •
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Crotolon, another Counsellor— *
Prophilus, Friend 6f Itfiocles.
Nearchus, Prince of Argos.
Tecnicus, a Philosopher.
Amelus, Friend of Nearchus.
Calantha, Daughter of Amyclas.
THE BROKEN HEART.
ACT THE FIRST.
Crot. pally not further; I will know the reason That speeds thee to this journey.
Org. Reason! good sir,
I can yield many.
Crot. Give me one, ajjood one;
Such I expect, and ere we part must have:
Org. All this I acknowledge.
Crot. You do! then, son, if books and love of knowledge Inflame you to this travel, here in Sparta You may as freely study.
Org. 'Tis not that, sir.
Crot. Not that, sir! As a father, I command thee T' acquaint me with the truth.
Org. Thus I obey ye. 16
After so many quarrels as dissension,
Crot. What of this?
Org. Much, much, dear sir.
A freedom of converse, an interchange
Crot. Most certain. 35
Org. From this time sprouted-up that poisonous stalk
Of aconite, whose ripened fruit hath ravished
All health, all comfort of a happy life;
For Ithocles, her brother, proud of youth,
And prouder in his power, nourished closely 40 The memory of former discontents,
To glory in revenge. By cunning partly,
Partly by threats, he woos at once, and forces
His virtuous sister to admit a marriage
With Bassanes, a nobleman, in honour 45
And riches, I confess, beyond my fortunes.
Crot. All this is no sound reason to imp6rtune My leave for thy departure.
Org. Now it follows
Beauteous Penthea, wedded to this torture
Crot. As how, pray?
Org. Bassanes, The man that calls her wife, considers truly What heaven of perfections he is lord of By thinking fair Penthea his: this thought 60 Begets a kind of monster-love, which love Is nurse unto a fear so strong and servile As brands all dotage with a jealousy: All eyes who gaze upon that shrine of beauty He doth resolve do homage to the miracle; 65 Some one, he is assured, may now or then, If opportunity but sort, prevail: So much, out of a self-unworthiness,
His fears transport him; not that he finds cause
In her obedience, but his own distrust. 70
Crot. You spin out your discourse.
Org. My griefs are violent:
For, knowing how the maid was heretofore Courted by me, his jealousies grow wild That I should steal again into her favours, And undermine her virtues; which the gods 75 Know I nor dare nor dream of. Hence, from hence, I undertake a voluntary exile; First, by my absence to take off the cares Of jealous Bassanes; but chiefly, sir, —To free Penthea from a hell on earth; 80 Lastly, to lose the memory of something Her presence makes to live in me afresh.
Crot. Enough, my Orgilus, enough. To Athens, I give a full consent.—Alas, good lady!— We shall hear from thee often?
Crot. See, 85
Thy sister comes to give a farewell.
Org. Euphranea, thus upon thy cheeks I print A brother's kiss; more careful of thine honour, Thy health, and thy well-doing, than my life. Before we part, in presence of our father, 90 I must prefer a suitX*~ye,.
Euph. You may style it,
My brother, a command.