Cal. Such delay is easy. The joys of marriage make thee, Prophilus, Pro. Most sweetly gracious! Bass. The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures ;-no restoratives Like to a constant woman !--[Aside] But where is she? 'Twould puzzle all the gods but to create Such a new monster.-I can speak by proof, Crot. Euphranea, how are you resolved, speak freely, In your affections to this gentleman? Euph. Nor more nor less than as his love assures me; Which-if your liking with my brother's warrantsI cannot but approve in all points worthy. Crot. So, so!-[To PROPHILUS] I know your answer. Ith. 'T had been pity To sunder hearts so equally consented. Enter HEMOPHIL. Hem. The king, Lord Ithocles, commands your pre sence ; And, fairest princess, yours. Cal. We will attend him. Enter GRONEAS. Gro. Where are the lords? all must unto the king Without delay the Prince of Argos Cal. : Gro. Is coming to the court, sweet lady. Cal. The Prince of Argos? Gro. Well, sir? How 'Twas my fortune, madam, T'enjoy the honour of these happy tidings. Ith. Penthea! Pen. Ith. Brother? Let me an hour hence Meet you alone within the palace-grove ; Bass. [Aside] How's that? Ith. Alone, pray be alone.- [Exeunt all but BASSANES. am your creature, princess.-On, my lords! Bass. Alone! alone! what means that word "alone"? Why might not I be there ?-hum!-he's her brother. And this same whoreson court-ease is temptation His fine friend Prophilus must be her guardian: Wife, cousin, anything,-'mongst youths of mettle But if I be a cuckold, and can know it, I will be fell, and fell. Gro. Re-enter GRONEAS. My lord, you're called for. Bass. Most heartily I thank ye. Where's my wife, Gro. She sits i' the presence-lobby fast asleep, sir. Bass. Asleep! asleep, sir! Gro. You will not to the king? Is your lordship troubled ? SCENE III.-The Gardens of the Palace. A Grove. Enter PROPHILUS and PENTHEA. Pro. In this walk, lady, will your brother find you : I have observed of late some kind of slackness And custom took delight in; sadness grows In such a willing silence, that to question The grounds will argue little skill in friendship, Pen. Sir, I'm not inquisitive Of secrecies without an invitation. Pro. With pardon, lady, not a syllable Of mine implies so rude a sense; the drift Enter ORGILUS, disguised as before. [To Org.] Do thy best To make this lady merry for an hour. [Exit PROPHILUS. Pen. Prithee, leave me ; I have some private thoughts I would account with ; Use thou thine own. Org. Speak on, fair nymph; our souls Can dance as well to music of the spheres As any's who have feasted with the gods. Pen. Your school-terms are too troublesome. Org. Refines mortality from dross of earth What Heaven But such as uncompounded beauty hallows Pen. In a less wild proportion. Org. Set thy wits Time can never On the white table of unguilty faith Write counterfeit dishonour; turn those eyes, Which once rose to a flame, perfumed with vows .1 . the holiest odours, virgin's tears, And to increase their fervour. Pen. Be not frantic, Org. All pleasures are but mere imagination, Pen. Away! some Fury hath bewitched thy tongue : The breath of ignorance, that flies from thence, Ripens a knowledge in me of afflictions Above all sufferance.-Thing of talk, begone! Org. Be just, Penthea, In thy commands; when thou send'st forth a doom Of banishment, know first on whom it lights. Thus I take off the shroud, in which my cares 1 This passage is corrupt; it was amended by Gifford; the old copy reads, 66 as the incense smoking The holiest artars, virgin tears (like On Vesta's odours) sprinkled dews to feed 'em, Are folded up from view of common eyes. [Throws off his Scholar's dress. What is thy sentence next? Pen. Rash man! thou lay'st A blemish on mine honour, with the hazard Examine me, how I could live to say O, rather I have been much, much wronged. 'Tis for thy sake I put on this imposture: dear Penthea, If thy soft bosom be not turned to marble, Thou'lt pity our calamities; my interest Confirms me thou art mine still. Pen. Lend your hand ; [PENTHEA kneels. With both of mine I clasp it thus, thus kiss it, Thus kneel before ye. Org. You instruct my duty. [ORGILUS kneels. Pen. We may stand up. [They rise.] Have you aught else to urge Of new demand? as for the old, forget it; 'Tis buried in an everlasting silence, And shall be, shall be ever: what more would ye? Org. I would possess my wife; the equity Of very reason bids me. Org. Why, 'tis the all of me, myself. Your steps some distance from me : Remove -at this space A few words I dare change; but first put on Your borrowed shape. Org. You are obeyed; 'tis done. [He resumes his disguise. |