conduits Conuey a full streame here 's a skilfull Instrument Onely I am a beggar to some charity To speed me in this Execution By lending th' other pricke to th' tother arme When this is bubling life out Bass. I am for 'ee It most concernes my art my care my credit Quicke fillet both this armes Org. Gramercy friendship Such curtesies are reall which flow cheerefully Without an expection of requitall Reach me a staffe in this hand if a pronenesse Or custome in my nature from my cradle Had beene inclin'd to fierce and eager bloodshed A coward guilt hid in a coward quaking Would haue betray'd fame to ignoble flight And vagabond pursuit of dreadfull safety But looke vpon my steddinesse and scorne not The sicknesse of my fortune which since Bassanes Was husband to Penthea had laine bed-rid We trifle time in words thus I shew cunning In opening of a veine too full too liuely Arm. Desperate courage Org. Honourable infamy Lem. I tremble at the sight Gron. Would I were loose Bass. It sparkles like a lusty wine new broacht The vessell must be sound from which it issues Graspe hard this other sticke: I 'le be as nimble But prethe looke not pale haue at 'ee stretch out Thine arme with vigor and vnshooke vertue Good ô I enuy not a Riuall fitted To conquer in extremities this pastime Appeares maiesticall some high tun'd poem Hereafter shall deliuer to posterity The writers glory and his subiects triumph How is 't man droope not yet Org. I feele no palsies On a paire royall doe I wait in death My Soueraigne as his Liegeman on my Mistresse As a deuoted seruant and on Ithocles As if no braue yet no vnworthy enemy Nor did I vse an engine to intrap His life out of a slauish feare to combate Youth strength or cunning but for that I durst not Ingage the goodnesse of a cause on fortune By which his name might haue out-fac'd my vengeance On Tecnicus inspir'd with Phaebus fire I call to mind thy Augury 't was perfect Reuenge proues its owne Executioner When feeble man is bending to his mother The dust 'a was first fram'd on thus he totters Bass. Life's fountaine is dry'd vp Org. So falls the Standards Of my prerogatiue in being a creature A mist hangs o're mine eyes the Sun 's bright splendor Is clouded in an euerlasting shadow Welcome thou yce that sit'st about my heart No heat can euer thaw thee Near. Speech hath left him dyes Bass. A' has shooke hands with time his funerall vrne Shall be my charge remoue the bloodlesse bodie The Coronation must require attendance That past my few dayes can be but one mourning Exeunt An altar couered with white Two lights of Virgin wax during which musicke of Recorders enter foure bearing Ithocles on a hearse or in a chaire in a rich robe and a Crowne on his bead place him on one side of the Altar after him enter Calantha in a white robe and crown'd Euphrania Philema Christalla in white Nearchus Armostes Crotolon Prophilus Amelus Bassanes Lemophil and Groneas Calantha goes and kneeles before the Altar the rest stand off the women kneeling behind cease Recorders during her devotions Soft musicke Calantha and the rest rise doing obeysance to the Altar Cal. Our Orisons are heard the gods are mercifull Now tell me you whose loyalties payes tribute To vs your lawfull Soueraigne how vnskilfull Your duties or obedience is to render Subiection to the Scepter of a Virgin Who haue beene euer fortunate in Princes Of masculine and stirring composition A woman has enough to gouerne wisely Her owne demeanours passions and diuisions A Nation warlike and inur'd to practice Of policy and labour cannot brooke A feminate authority we therefore Command your counsaile how you may aduise vs In choosing of a husband whose abilities Can better guide this kingdome Near. Royall Lady Your law is in your will Arm. We haue seene tokens Of constancy too lately to mistrust it Crot. Yet if your highnesse settle on a choice By your owne iudgement both allow'd and lik'd of Sparta may grow in power and proceed To an increasing height Cal. Hold you the same minde Bass. Alas great mistris reason is so clouded With the thicke darkenesse of my infinites woes That I forecast nor dangers hopes or safety Give me some corner of the world to weare out The remnant of the minutes I must number Where I may heare no sounds but sad complaints Of Virgins who have lost contracted partners Of husbands howling that their wives were ravisht By some untimely fate of friends divided By churlish opposition or of fathers Weeping upon their childrens slaughtered carcasses Or daughters groaning ore their fathers hearses And I can dwell there and with these keepe consort As musicall as theirs what can you looke for From an old foolish peevish doting man But crasinesse of age Cal. Cozen of Argos Near. Madam Cal. Were I presently To choose you for my Lord I le open freely What articles I would propose to treat on Before our marriage Nearc Name them vertuous Lady Cal. I would presume you would retaine the royalty Of Sparta in her owne bounds then in Argos Armostes might be Viceroy in Messene Might Crotolon beare sway and Bassanes Bass. I Queene alas what I Cal. Be Sparta's Marshall The multitudes of high imployments could not But set a peace to priuate griefes these Gentlemen Groneas and Lemophil with worthy pensions Should wait vpon your person in your Chamber I would bestow Christalla on Amelus Shee 'll proue a constant wife and Philem. Should into Vesta's Temple Bass. This is a Testament It sounds not like conditions on a marriage Near. All this should be perform'd Cal. Lastly for Prophilus He should be Cozen solemnly inuested In all those honors titles and preferments Which his deare friend and my neglected husband Too short a time enioy'd Proph. I am vnworthy To liue in your remembrance Euph. Excellent Lady Near. Madam what meanes that word neglected husband Cal. Forgiue me now I turne to thee thou shadow Of my contracted Lord beare witnesse all I put my mother wedding Ring vpon His finger 't was my fathers last bequest Thus I new marry him whose wife I am Death shall not separate vs ô my Lords I but deceiu'd your eyes with Anticke gesture When one newes straight came hudling on another Of death and death and death still I danc'd forward But it strooke home and here and in an instant Be such meere women who with shreeks and out-cries Can vow a present end to all their sorrowes Yet liue to vow new pleasures and out-liue them They are the silent griefes which cut the hart-strings Let me dye smiling Near. 'T is a truth too ominous Cal. One kisse on these cold lips my last cracke crack Argos now 's Sparta's King command the voyces Which wait at th' Altar now to sing the song I fitted for my end Near. Sirs the song A Song All Glories pleasures pomps delights and ease Can but please outward senses when the mind Is not vntroubled or by peace refin'd 1 Crownes may flourish and decay Beauties shine but fade away 2. Youth may reuell yet it must Lye downe in a bed of dust 3. Earthly honors flow and wast Time alone doth change and last All Sorrowes mingled with contents prepare Rest for care Loue onely reignes in death though Art Can find no comfort for a broken heart Arm. Looke to the Queene Bass. Her heart is broke indeed O royall maid would thou hadst mist this part Yet 't was a braue one I must weepe to see Her smile in death Arm. Wise Tecnicus thus said he When youth is ripe and age from time doth part The liuelesse Trunke shall wed the broken hearts 'T is here fulfill'd Near. I am your King Omnes Long liue Nearchus King of Sparta Near. Her last will Shall neuer be digrest from wait in order Vpon these faithfull louers as becomes vs The Counsels of the gods are neuer knowne Till men can call th' effects of them their owne FINIS
in folly Thoughts vagrant as the wind and as vncertaine Might lead a boy in yeeres too 't was a fault A Capitall fault for then I could not diue Into the secrets of commanding Loue Since when experience by the extremities in others Hath forc'd me to collect And trust me Crotolon I will redeeme those wrongs with any seruice Your satisfaction can require for currant Armo. Thy acknowledgement is satisfaction What would you more Crot. I 'me conquer'd if Euphranea Her selfe admit the motion let it be so I doubt not my sonnes liking Itho. Vse my fortunes Life power sword and heart all are your owne Enter Bassanes Prophilus Calantha Penthea Euphranea Chrystalla Philema and Gransis Armo. The Princesse with your sister Calan. I present 'em A stranger here in Court my Lord for did not Desire of seeing you draw her abroad We had not beene made happy in her company Ith. You are a gracious Princesse Sister wedlocke Holds too seuere a passion in your nature Which can engrosse all duty to your husband Without attendance on so dear a mistresse 'T is not my brothers pleasure I presume T' immure her in a chamber Bass. 'T is her will Shee gouernes her owne houres noble Ithocles We thanke the gods for your successe and welfare Our Lady has of late beene indispos'd Else we had waited on you with the first Itho. How does Penthea now Pen. You best know brother From whom my health and comforte are deriu'd Bass. I like the answer well 't is sad and modest There may be tricks yet tricks Haue an eye Gransis Calan. Now Crotolon the suit we ioyn'd in must not Fall by too long demurre Crot. 'T is granted Princesse For my part Armo. With condition that his sonne Fauour the Contract Calan. Such delay is easie The ioyes of marriage make thee Prophilus A proud deseruer of Euphranea's loue And her of thy desert Proph. Most sweetly gracious Bass. The ioyes of marriage are the heauen on earth Life's paradise great Princesse the soules quiet Sinewes of concord earthly immortality Eternity of pleasures no restoratiues Like to a constant woman but where is she 'T would puzzle all the gods but to create Such a new monster I can speake by proofe For I rest in Elizium 't is my happinesse Crot. Euphrania how are you resolu'd speake freely In your affections to this Gentleman Euphr: Nor more nor lesse than as his loue assures me Which if your liking with my brothers warrants I cannot but approue in all points worthy Crot. So so I know your answer Ith. 'T had bin pitty To sunder hearts so equally consented Enter Hemophill Hem. The King Lord Ithocles commands your presence And fairest Princesse yours Calan. We will attend him Enter Groneas Gron. Where are the Lords all must vnto the King Without delay the Prince of Argos Calan. Well Sir Gron. Is comming to the Court sweet Lady Calan. How The Prince of Argos Gron. 'T was my fortune Madam T' enioy the honour of these happy tidings Ith. Penthea Pen. Brother Ith. Let me an howre hence Meet you alone within the Palace groue I haue some secret with you Prethe friend Conduct her thither and haue speciall care The walks be clear'd of any to disturbe vs Proph. I shall Bass. How 's that Ith. Alone pray be alone I am your creature princesse on my Lords Exeunt Bassanes Bass. Alone alone what meanes that word alone Why might not I be there hum hee 's her brother Brothers and sisters are but flesh and blood And this same whorson Court ease is temptation To a rebellion in the veines Besides His fine friend Prophilus must be her guardian Why may not he dispatch a businesse nimbly Before the other come or pandring pandring For one another bee 't to sister mother Wife Couzen any thing 'mongst youths of mettall Is in request It is so stubborne Fate But if I be a Cuckold and can know it I will be fell and fell Enter Groneas Gron. My Lord y' are call'd for Bass. Most hartily I thanke ye where 's my wife pray Gron. Retir'd amongst the Ladies Bass. Still I thanke 'ee There 's an old waiter with her saw you her too Gron. She sits i' th presence Lobby fast asleepe sir Bass. Asleepe sleepe Sir Gron, Is your Lordship troubled You will not to the King Bass. Your humblest Vassaile Gron. Your seruant my good Lord Bass. I wait your foot steps Exeunt Scaene the third Prophilus Penthea Proph. In this walke Lady will your brother find you And with your fauour giue me leave a little To worke a preparation in his fashion I haue obseru'd of late some kind of slacknesse To such alacrity as Nature And custome tooke delight in Sadnesse growes Vpon his recreations which he he hoards In such a willing silence that to question The grounds will argue skill in friendship And lesse good manners Pen. Sir I 'me not inquisitiue Of secrecies without an inuitation Phoph. With pardon Lady not a sillable Of mine implyes so rude a sense the drift Enter Orgilus Proph. Doe thy best To make this Lady merry for an houre Exit Org. Your will shall be a law Sir Pen. Prethe leaue me I haue some priuate thoughts I would account with Vse thou thine owne Org. Speake on faire nimph our soules Can dance as well to musicke of the Spheares As any 's who haue feasted with the gods Pen. Your Schoole terms are too troublesome Org. What heauen Refines mortality from drosse of earth But such as vncompounded beauty hallowes With glorified perfection Pen. Set thy wits In a lesse wild proportion Org. Time can neuer On the white table of vnguilty faith Write counterfeit dishonour turne those eyes The arrowes of pure loue vpon that fire Which once rose to a flame perfum'd with vowes As sweetly scented as the License smoking like The holiest Altars Virgin teares On Vesta's odours sprinkled dewes to feed 'em And to increase their feruour Pen. Be not franticke Org. All pleasures are but meere imagination Feeding the hungry appetite with steame And sight of banquet whilst the body pines Not relishing the reall tast of food Such is the leannesse of a heart diuided From entercourse of troth-contracted lones No horror should deface that precious figure Seal'd with the liuely stampe of equall soules Pen. Away some fury hath bewitch'd thy tongue The breath of ignorance that flyes from thence Ripens a knowledge in me of afflictions Aboue all suffrance Thing of talke be gone Be gone without reply Org. Be iust Penthea In thy commands when thou send'st forth a doome Of banishment know first on whom it lights Thus I take off the shrowd in which my cares Are folded vp from view of common eyes What is thy sentence next Pen. Rash man thou layest A blemish on mine honour with the hazard Of thy too desperate life yet I professe By all the Lawes of ceremonious wedlocke I haue not giuen admittance to one thought Of female change since cruelty enforc'd
Diuorce betwixt my body and my heart Why would you fall from goodnesse thus Org. O rather Examine me how I could liue to say I haue bin much much wrong'd 't is for thy sake I put on this Imposture deare Penthea If thy soft bosome be not turn'd to marble Thou't pitty our calamities my Interest Confirmes me thou art mine still Pen Lend your hand With both of mine I claspe it thus thus kisse it Thus kneele before ye Org. You instruct my duty Pen. We may stand vp Haue you ought else to vrge Of new demand as for the old forget it 'T is buried in an everlasting silence And shall be shall be euer what more would ye Org. I would possesse my wife the equity Of very reason bids me Pen. Is that all Org. Why 't is the all of me my selfe Pen. Remove Your steps some distance from me at this space A few words I dare change but first put on Your borrowed shape Org. You are obey'd 't is done Pen. How Orgilus by promise I was thine The heauens doe witnesse they can witnesse too A rape done on my truth how I doe loue thee Yet Orgilus and yet must best appeare In tendering thy freedome for I find The constant preseruation of thy merit By thy not daring to attempt my fame With iniury of any loose conceit Which might giue deeper wounds to discontents Continue this faire race then though I cannot Adde to thy comfort yet I shall more often Remember from what fortune I am fallen And pitty mine owne ruine Liue liue happy Happy in thy next choyce that thou maist people This barren age with vertues in thy issue And ô when thou art married thinke on me With mercy not contempt I hope thy wife Hearing my story will not scorne my fall Now let vs part Org. Part yet aduise thee better Penthea is the wife to Orgilus And euer shall be Pen. Neuer shall nor will Org. How Pen. Heare me in a word I 'le tell thee why The Virgin dowry which my birth bestow'd Is rauish'd by another my true loue Abhorres to thinke that Orgilus deseru'd No better fauours then a second bed Org. I must not take this reason Pen. To confirme it Should I outliue my bondage let me meet Another worse then this and lesse desir'd If of all the men aliue thou shouldst but touch My lip or hand againe Org. Penthea now I tell 'ee you grow wanton in my sufferance Come sweet th' art mine Pen. Vnciuill Sir forbeare Or I can turne affection into vengeance Your reputation if you value any Lyes bleeding at my feet Vnworthy man If euer henceforth thou appeare in language Message or letter to betray my frailty I 'le call thy former protestations lust And curse my Starres for forfeit of my iudgement Goe thou sit onely for disguise and walkes To hide thy shame this once I spare thy life I laugh at mine owne confidence my sorrowes By thee are made inferiour to my fortunes If euer thou didst harbour worthy loue Dare not to answer My good Genius guide me That I may neuer see thee more Goe from me Org. I 'e teare my vaile of politicke French off And stand vp like a man resolu'd to doe Action not words shall shew me O Penthea Exit Orgilus Pen. 'A sigh'd my name sure as he parted from me I feare I was too rough Alas poore Gentleman 'A look'd not like the ruines of his youth But like the ruines of those ruines Honour How much we fight with weaknesse to preserue thee Enter Bassanes and Gransis Bass. Fye on thee damb thee rotten magot damb thee Sleepe sleepe at Court and now Aches convulsions Impostumes themes gouts palsies clog thy bones A dozen yeeres more yet Gran. Now y' are in humors Bass. Shee 's by her selfe there 's hope of that shee 's sad too Shee 's in strong contemplation yes and fixt The signes are wholesome Gran. Very wholsome truly Bass. Hold your chops night mare Lady come your brother Is carried to his closet you must thither Pen. Not well my Lord Bass. A sudden fit 't will off Some surfeit or disorder How doest dearest Pen. Your newes is none o' th best Enter Prophilus Proph. The chiefe of men The excellentest Ithocles desires Your presence Madam Bass. We are hasting to him Pen. In vaine we labour in this course of life To piece our iourney out at length or craue Respite of breath our home is in the graue Bass. Perfect Philosophy then let vs care To liue so that our reckonings may fall euen When w' are to make account Proph. He cannot feare Who builds on noble grounds sicknesse or paine Is the deseruers exercise and such Your vertuous brother to the world is knowne Speake comfort to him Lady be all gentle Starres fall but in the grossenesse of our sight A good man dying th' Earth doth lose a light Exeunt omnes Actus Tertius Scaena prima Enter Tecnicus and Orgilus in his owne shape Tecn. BE well aduis'd let not a resolution Of giddy rashnesse choake the breath of reason Org. It shall not most sage Master Tecn. I am iealous For if the borrowed shape so late put on Inferr'd a consequence we must conclude Some violent designe of sudden nature Hath shooke that shadow off to flye vpon A new-hatch'd execution Orgilus Take heed thou hast not vnder our integrity Shrowded vnlawfull plots our mortall eyes Pierce not the secrets of your hearts the gods Are onely priuie to them Org. Learned Tecnicus Such doubts are causelesse and to cleere the truth From misconceit the present State commands me The Prince of Argos comes himselfe in person In quest of great Calantha for his Bride Our kingdomes heire besides mine onely sister Euphrania is dispos'd to Prophilus Lastly the King is sending letters for me To Athens for my quicke repaire to Court Please to accept these Reasons Tecn. Iust ones Orgilus Not to be contradicted yet beware Of an vnsure foundation no faire colours Can fortifie a building faintly ioynted I haue obseru'd a growth in thy aspect Of dangerous extent sudden and looke too 't I might adde certaine Org. My aspect could Art Runne through mine inmost thoughts it should not sift An inclination there more then what suited With iustice of mine honour Tecn. I beleeue it But know then Orgilus what honour is Honour consists not in a bare opinion By doing any act that feeds content Braue in appearance 'cause we thinke it braue Such honour comes by accident not nature Proceeding from the vices of our passion Which makes our reason drunke But reall Honour Is the reward of vertue and acquir'd By Iustice or by valour which for Bases Hath Iustice to vphold it He then failes In honour who for lucre of Reuenge Commits thefts murthers Treasons and Adulteries With such like by intrenching on iust Lawes Whose sou'raignty is best preseru'd by Iustice Thus as you see how honour must be grounded On knowledge not opinion For opinion Relyes on
probability and Accident But knowledge on Necessity and Truth I leaue thee to the fit consideration Of what becomes the grace of reall Honour Wishing successe to all thy vertuous meanings Org. The gods increase thy wisdome reuerend Oracle And in thy precepts make me euer thrifty Exit Org. Tecn. I thanke thy wish Much mystery of Fate Lyes hid in that mans fortunes Curiosity May lead his actions into rare attempts But let the gods be moderators still No humane power can preuent their will Enter Armostes From whence come 'ee Armo, From King Amyclas pardon My interruption of your Studies Here In this seal'd box he sends a treasure deare To him as his Crowne 'a prayes your grauity You would examine ponder sift and bolt The pith and circumstance of euery tittle The scroll within containes Tecn. What is 't Armostes Armo. It is the health of Sparta the Kings life Sinewes and safety of the Common-wealth The summe of what the Oracle deliuer'd When last he visited the propheticke Temple At Delphos what his reasons are for which After so long a silence he requires You counsaile now graue man his maiesty Will soone himselfe acquaint you with Tecn. Apollo Inspire my Intellect The Prince of Argos Is entertain'd Armo. He is and has demanded Our Princesse for his wife which I conceive One speciall cause the King importunes you For resolution of the Oracle Tecn. My duty to the King good peace to Sparta And faire day to Armostes Armo. Like to Tecnicus Exeunt Soft Musicke A Song CAn you paint a thought or number Euery fancy in a slumber Can you count soft minutes rouing From a dyals point by mouing Can you graspe a sigh or lastly Rob a Virgins honour chastly No ô no yet you may Sooner doe both that and this This and that and neuer misse Then by any praise display Beauties beauty such a glory As beyond all Fate all Story All armes all arts All loues all hearts Greater then those or they Doe shall and must obey During which time Enters Prophilus Bassanes Penthea Gransis passing ouer the Stage Bassanes and Gransis enter againe softly stealing to seuerall stands and listen Bass. All silent calme secure Gransis no creaking No noyse dost heare nothing Grans. Not a mouse Or whisper of the winde Bass. The floore is matted The bed-posts sure are steele or marble Souldiers Should not affect me thinkes straines so effeminate Sounds of such delicacy are but fawnings Vpon the floth of Luxury they heighten Cinders of couert lust vp to a flame Grans. What doe you meane my Lord speak low that gabling Of yours will but vndoe vs Bass. Chamber-combats Are felt not hard Pro. A wakes Bas. What 's that Ith. Who 's there Sister all quit the roome else Bass. 'T is consented Enter Prophilus Proph. Lord Bassanes your brother would be priuate We must forbeare his sleepe hath newly left him Please 'ee withdraw Bass. By any meanes 't is fit Proph. Pray Gentlewoman walke too Gran. Yes I will Sir Exeunt omnes Ithocles discouered in a Chayre and Penthea Itho. Sit nearer sister to me nearer yet We had one Father in one wombe tooke life Were brought vp twins together yet haue liu'd At distance like two strangers I could wish That the first pillow whereon I was cradell'd Had prou'd to me a graue Pen. You had beene happy Then had you neuer knowne that sinne of life Which blots all following glories with a vengeance For forfeiting the last will of the dead From whom you had your being Itho. Sad Penthea Thou canst not be too cruell my rash spleene Hath with a violent hand pluck'd from thy bosome A louer-blest heart to grind it into dust For which mine 's now a breaking Pen. Not yet heauen I doe beseech thee first let some wild fires Scorch not consume it may the heat be cherisht With desires infinite but hopes impossible Itho. Wrong'd soule thy prayers are heard Pen. Here lo I breathe A miserable creature led to ruine By an vnnaturall brother Itho. I consume In languishing affections for that trespasse Yet cannot dye Pen. The handmaid to the wages The vntroubled of Country toyle drinkes streames With leaping kids and with the bleating lambes And so allayes her thirst secure whiles I Quench my hot sighes with fleerings of my teares Itho. The labourer doth eat his coursest bread Earn'd with his sweat and lyes him downe to sleepe Which euery bit I touch turnes in disgestion To gall as bitter as Penthea's curse Put me to any pennance for my tyranny And I will call thee mercifull Pen. Pray kill me Rid me from liuing with a iealous husband Then we will ioyne in friendship be againe Brother and sister Kill me pray nay will 'ee Itho. How does thy Lord esteeme thee Pen. Such an one As onely you haue made me a faith-breaker A spotted whore forgiue me I am one In art not in desires the gods must witnesse Itho. Thou dost be thy friend Pen. I doe not Ithocles For she that 's wife to Orgilus and liues In knowne Adultery with Bassanes Is at the best a whore Wilt kill me now The ashes of our parents will assume Some dreadfull figure and appeare to charge Thy bloody gilt that hast betray'd their name To infamy in this reproachfull match Itho. After my victories abroad at home I meet despaire ingratitude of nature Hath made my actions monstrous thou shalt stand A Deity my sister and be worship'd For thy resolued martyrdome wrong'd maids And married wiues shall to thy hallowed shrine Offer their orisons and sacrifice Pure Turtles crown'd with mirtle if thy pitty Vnto a yeelding brothers pressure lend One finger but to ease it Pen. O no more Itho. Death waits to waft me to the Stygian bankes And free me from this Chaos of my bondage And till thou wilt forgiue I must indure Pen. Who is the Saint you serue Itho. Friendship or Of birth to any but my sister durst not Haue mou'd that question as a secret Sister I dare not murmure to my selfe Pen. Let me By your new protestations I coniure 'ee Partake her name Itho. Her name 't is 't is I dare not Pen. All your respects are forg'd Itho. They are not Peace Calantha is the Princesse the Kings daughter Sole heire of Sparta Me most miserable Doe I now loue thee for my iniuries Reuenge thy selfe with brauery and gossip My treasons to the Kings eares Doe Calantha Knowes it not yet nor Prophilus my nearest Penth. Suppose you were contracted to her would it not Split euen your very soule to see her father Snatch her out of your armes against her will And force her on the Prince of Argos Itho. Trouble not The fountaines of mine eyes with thine owne story I sweat in blood for 't Pen. We are reconcil'd Alas Sir being children but two branches Of one stocke 't is not fit we should diuide Haue comfort you may find it Itho. Yes in thee Onely in thee Penthea mine Pen. If sorrowes Haue not too
hopes and harke 'ee My certainty of marriage stood assured With as firme footing by your leaue as any 's Now at this very instant but Ith. 'T is granted And for a league of priuacy betweene vs Read o're my bosome and pertake a secret The Princesse is contracted mine Org. Still why not I now applaud her wisdome when your kingdome Stands seated in your will secure and setled I dare pronounce you will be a iust Monarch Greece must admire and tremble Ith. Then the sweetnesse Of so imparadis'd a comfort Orgilus It is to banquet with the gods Org. The glory Of numerous children potency of Nobles Bent knees hearts pau'd to tread on Ith. With a friendship So deare so fast as thine Org. I am vnfitting For Office but for seruice Ith. Wee 'll distinguish Our fortunes meerely in the Title partners In all respects else but the bed Org. The bed Foresend it Ioues owne Iealousie till lastly We slip downe in the common earth together And there our beds are equall saue some Monument To shew this was the King and this the Subiect List what sad sounds are these extremely sad ones Ith. Sure from Penthea's lodgings Org. Harke a voyce too Soft sad musicke A Song Oh no more no more too late Sighes are spent the burning Tapers Of a life as chast as Fate Pure as are vnwritten papers Are burnt out no heat no light Now remaines 't is euer night Loue is dead let louers eyes Lock'd in endlesse dreames Th' extremes of all extremes Ope no more for now Loue dyes Now Loue dyes implying Loues Martyrs must be euer euer dying Ith. Oh my misgiuing heart Org. A horrid stilnesse Succeeds this deathfull ayre let 's know the reason Tread softly there is mystery in mourning Exeunt Enter Christalla and Philema bringing in Penthea in a chaire vaild two other seruants placing two chaires one on the one side and the other with an Engine on the other the maids sit downe at her feet mourning the seruants goe out meet them Ithocles and Orgilus Seru. 'T is done that on her right hand Org. Good begone Ith. Soft peace inrich this roome Org. How fares the Lady Phil. Dead Chri. Dead Phil. Staru'd Chri. Staru'd Ith. Me miserable Org. Tell vs How parted she from life Phil. She call'd for musicke And begg'd some gentle voyce to tune a farewell To life and griefes Christalla touch'd the Lute I wept the funerall song Chri. Which scarce was ended But her last breath seal'd vp these hollow sounds O cruell Ithocles and iniur'd Orgilus So downe she drew her vaile so dy'd Ith. So dy'd Org. Vp you are messengers of death goe from vs Here 's woe enough to court without a prompter Away and harke ye till you see vs next No sillable that she is dead Away Exeunt Phil. Chri. Keepe a smooth brow My Lord Ith. Mine onely sister Another is not left me Org. Take that chayre I 'le seat me here in this betweene vs sits The obiect of our sorrowes some few teares Wee 'll part among vs I perhaps can mixe One lamentable story to prepare 'em There there sit there my Lord Ith. Yes as you please Ithocles sits downe and is catcht in the Engine What meanes this treachery Org. Caught you are caught Young master 't is thy throne of Coronation Thou foole of greatnesse see I take this vaile off Suruey a beauty wither'd by the flames Of an insulting Phaeton her brother Ith. Thou mean'st to kill me basely Org. I foreknew The last act of her life and train'd thee hither To sacrifice a Tyrant to a Turtle You dream't of kingdomes did 'ee how to bosome The delicacies of a youngling Princesse How with this nod to grace that subtill Courtier How with that frowne to make this Noble tremble And so forth whiles Penthea's grones and tortures Her agonies her miseries afflictions Ne're toucht vpon your thought as for my iniuries Alas they were beneath your royall pitty But yet they liu'd thou proud man to confound thee Behold thy fate this steele Ith. Strike home a courage As keene as thy reuenge shall giue it welcome But prethe faint not if the wound close vp Tent it with double force and search it deeply Thou look'st that I should whine and beg compassion As loath to leaue the vainnesse of my glories A statelier resolution armes my confidence To cozen thee of honour neither could I With equall tryall of vnequall fortune By hazard of a duell 't were a brauery Too mighty for a slaue intending murther On to the Execution and inherit A conflict with thy horrors Org. By Apollo Thou talk'st a goodly language for requitall I will report thee to thy mistresse richly And take this peace along some few short minutes Determin'd my resolues shall quickly follow Thy wrathfull ghost then if we tug for mastery Pentheas sacred eyes shall lend new courage Giue me thy hand be healthfull in thy parting From lost mortality thus thus I free it kils him Ith. Yet yet I scorne to shrinke Org. Keepe vp thy spirit I will be gentle euen in blood to linger Paine which I striue to cure were to be cruell Ith. Nimble in vengeance I forgiue thee follow Safety with best successe ô may it prosper Penthea by thy side thy brother bleeds The earnest of his wrongs to thy forc'd faith Thoughts of ambition or delitious banquet With beauty youth and loue together perish In my last breath which on the sacred Altar Of a long look'd for peace-now-moues-to heauen moritur Org. Farewell faire spring of manhood henceforth welcome Best expectation of a noble suffrance I 'le locke the bodies safe till what must follow Shall be approu'de Sweet Twins shine stars for euer In vaine they build their hopes whose life is shame No monument lasts but a happy Name Exit Orgilus Actus Quintus Scaena prima Enter Bassanes alone Bass. AThens to Athens I haue sent the Nursery Of Greece for learning and the Fount of knowledge For here in Sparta there 's not left amongst vs One wise man to direct we 're all turn'd madcaps 'T is said Apollo is the god of herbs Then certainly he knowes the vertue of 'em To Delphos I haue sent to if there can be A helpe for nature we are sure yet Enter Orgilus Org. Honour Attend thy counsels euer Bass. I beseech thee With all my heart let me goe from thee quietly I will not ought to doe with thee of all men The doublers of a Hare or in a morning Salutes from a splay-footed witch to drop Three drops of blood at th' nose iust and no more Croaking of Rauens or the screech of Owles Are not so boading mischiefe as thy crossing My priuate meditations shun me prethe And if I cannot loue thee hartily I 'le loue thee as well as I can Org. Noble Bassanes Mistake me not Bass. Phew then we shall be troubled Thou wert ordain'd my plague heauen make me thankfull And giue me patience too heauen I beseech