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Amyclas, King of Laconia.
Ithocles, a Favourite.
Orgilus, Son of Crotolon."^^
Bassanes, a jealous Nobleman.

Armostes, a Counsellor of State. •

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Crotolon, another Counsellor— *

Prophilus, Friend 6f Itfiocles.

Nearchus, Prince of Argos.

Tecnicus, a Philosopher.

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Amelus, Friend of Nearchus.
Phulas, Servant to Bassanes.
Lords, Courtiers, Officers, Attendants, &c.

Calantha, Daughter of Amyclas.
Penthea, Sister of Ithocles and Wife of Bassanes.
Euphranea, Daughter of Crotolon, a Maid of honour.

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Scene I. A Room in Crotolon's House.
Enter Crotolon and Orgilus.

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:
Athens! pray, why to Athens? you intend not 5
To kick against the world, turn cynic, stoic,
Or read the logic-lecture, or become
An Areopagite, and judge in cases
Touching the commonwealth; for, as I take it,
The budding of your chin cannot prognosticate 10
So grave an honour.

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,
Fury, and rage had broached in blood, and sometimes
With death to such confederates as sided
With now-dead Thrasus and yourself, my lord; 20
Our present king, Amyclas, reconciled
Your eager swords and sealed a gentle peace;
Friends you professed yourselves ; which to confirm,
A resolution for a lasting league
Betwixt your families was entertained, 25
By joining in a Hymenean bond
Me and the fair Penthea, only daughter
To Thrasus.

Crot. What of this?

Org. Much, much, dear sir.

A freedom of converse, an interchange
Of holy and chaste love, so fixed our souls 30
In a firm growth of union, that no time
Can eat into the pledge: we had enjoyed
The sweets our vows expected, had not cruelty
Prevented all those triumphs we prepared for,
By Thrasus his untimely death.

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
By an insulting brother, being secretly 50
Compelled to yield her virgin freedom up
To him, who never can usurp her heart,
Before contracted mine, is now so joked
To a most barbarous thraldom, misery,
Affliction, that he savours not humanity, 55
Whose sorrow melts not into more than pity
In hearing but her name.

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?

Org. Often.

Crot. See, 85

Thy sister comes to give a farewell.

Enter Euphranea.

Euph. Brother!

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.

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