SCENE III. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter AMYCLAS, NEARCHUS, leading CALANTHA, ARMOSTES, CROTOLON, EUPHRANEA, CHRISTALLA, PHILEMA, and AMELUS. Amy. Cousin of Argos, what the heavens have pleased, In their unchanging counsels, to conclude For both our kingdoms' weal, we must submit to : 5 IO But by her own choice to confirm it gladly. Near. You speak the nature of a right just father. I come not hither roughly to demand My cousin's thraldom, but to free mine own: Cal. Princely sir, So well you know how to profess observance, 15 20 Practitioners in duty; of which number Near. Chief, glorious virgin, Amy. Excellent cousin, we deny no liberty; Arm. 25 Sir, at your pleasure. 30 Amy. You told me, Crotolon, your son's returned From Athens: wherefore comes he not to court, 35 Between young Prophilus and Euphranea Crot. Amy. My lord, Some pleasures At celebration of it would give life To the entertainment of the prince our kinsman ; Arm. Yet the heavens smile on all your high Enter ITHOCLES, ORGILUS and PROPHILUS. Ith. Your safe return to Sparta is most welcome : I joy to meet you here, and, as occasion Shall grant us privacy, will yield you reasons Why I should covet to deserve the title Of your respected friend; for, without compliment, Believe it, Orgilus, 'tis my ambition. 45 Org. Your lordship may command me, your poor servant. 50 Ith. [aside] So amorously close!-so soon! my heart! Pro. What sudden change is next? Life to the king! Ith. 55 [The King gives ORGILUS his hand to kiss. Crot. [aside] My son preferred by Ithocles! Amy. Our bounties Shall open to thee, Orgilus; for instance,— Of thy fair sister, and renown our court In the eyes of this young prince, we shall be debtor To thy conceit : think on't. Org. 60 Your highness honours me. A noble birth, Near. My tongue and heart are twins. Cal. Precoming such a father.-Worthy Orgilus, Org. May my duty Still rise in your opinion, sacred princess! Ith. Euphranea's brother, sir; a gentleman Well worthy of your knowledge. Near. Proud of so dear acquaintance. Amy. 65 For revels and disport; the joys of Hymen, Like Phoebus in his lustre, put to flight All mists of dulness, crown the hours with gladness: No sounds but music, no discourse but mirth ! Cal. Thine arm, I prithee, Ithocles.-Nay, good My lord, keep on your way; I am provided. Near. I dare not disobey. Ith. 76 Most heavenly lady! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in the House of CROTOLON. Enter CROTOLON and ORGILUS. Crot. The king hath spoke his mind. Org. His will he hath ; But were it lawful to hold plea against The license sovereignity holds without check Crot. How resolve you 5 Touching your sister's marriage? Prophilus ΙΟ Org. I envy not his merit, but applaud it; Could wish him thrift in all his best desires, And with a willingness inleague our blood With his, for purchase of full growth in friendship, He never touched on any wrong that maliced The honour of our house nor stirred our peace : Yet, with your favour, let me not forget Under whose wing he gathers warmth and comfort, Whose creature he is bound, made, and must live so. Crot. Son, son, I find in thee a harsh condition; No courtesy can win it, 'tis too rancorous. 15 20 Org. Good sir, be not severe in your construction; I am no stranger to such easy calms Unto a courtship, almost to a fawning :— I'll kiss his foot, since you will have it so. 30 Since I will have it so! friend, I will have Crot. it so, Without our ruin by your politic plots, Or wolf of hatred snarling in your breast. You have a spirit, sir, have ye? a familiar 35 |