A feather-bed, to waft you to the shore, Men. I will not stretch Your faith upon the tenters.-Prithee, Pelias, Pel. I this language? Alas, sir, we that study words and forms Enter AMETHUS, SOPHRONOS, and Attendants. Soph. From mine eyes, son, son of my care, my love, The joys that bid thee welcome, do too much Men. O princely sir, your hand. Amet. Perform your duties, where you owe them first; I dare not be so sudden in the pleasures Soph. Here thou still find'st A friend as noble, Menaphon, as when' Thou left'st at thy departure.] as when I suspect that we should read here, as whom thou left'st; I have not ventured to change any thing; though the expression would be in the author's manner. Men. Yes, I know it, To him I owe more service Amet. Pray give leave He shall attend your entertainments soon, I would engross him only. Soph. Noble lord! Amet. You are both dismiss'd. Pel. Your creature and your servant. [Exeunt all but AMETHUS and MENAPHON. I will not say, Amet. Give me thy hand. Thou'rt welcome; That is the common road of common friends. Men. 'Tis pieced to mine. Amet. Yes, 'tis; as firmly as that holy thing We never more will part, till that sad hour, Let's now a while be free.-How have thy travels Men. Such cure as sick men find in changing beds, I found in change of airs; the fancy flatter'd My hopes with ease, as their's do; but the grief Amet. Such is my case at home. Men. Thamasta, my great mistress, Amet. Not any, Menaphon. Her bosom yet Men. Does the court Wear the old looks too? Amet. If thou mean'st the prince, It does. He's the same melancholy man, * Confirm'd affection on, &c.] So the quarto reads, but, I suspect, erroneously. Perhaps the author's word was conferr'd. Lest thou might'st think I fawn'd on [thee]-a sin.] This is the best conjecture which I can form of the speaker's meaning. The old copy reads— Lest thou might'st think I fawn'd upon a sin I once conjectured Lest thou might'st think I'd fallen upon a sin but I prefer the first. But seldom mirth; will smile, but seldom laugh; Will lend an ear to business, deal in none: Gaze upon revels, antick fopperies, But is not mov'd; will sparingly discourse, goodly, One so young, and So sweet in his own nature, any story Hath seldom mention'd. Men. Why should such as I am, Groan under the light burthens of small sorrows, In several shapes; as miseries do grow, They alter as men's forms; but how none know. Amet. This little isle of Cyprus sure abounds In greater wonders, both for change and fortune, Than any you have seen abroad. Men. Than any I have observed abroad! all countries else To a free eye and mind yield something rare; Amet. Jewel, Menaphon? Men. A jewel, my Amethus, a fair youth; Amet. Prithee do. Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise. To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Men. I shall soon resolve you. A sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, Men. A nightingale, * Vide (Ford says) Fami. Stradam, lib. ii. Prolus. 6. Acad. 2. Imitat. Claudian. This story, as Mr. Lambe observes, has been paraphrased by Crashaw, Ambrose Philips, and others: none of those versions, however, can at all compare for harmony and grace with this before us. |