The broken heart A tragedy. Acted by the Kings Majesties Seruants at the priuate House in the Black-Friers.

Scaena prim••.

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 god•• 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 (••ooke 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 ••••lour, 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?

Arm••.

From King Amycl••••; (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, si••t 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 Delph••s; 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 tho••e, or they, Doe, shall, and must obey.

During which time, Enters Prophilus, Bassanes, Penthea, Gran∣sis, 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 e••••eminate; 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.

'Tis 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, 'tis 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 lye 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 ser••e?

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,— 'tis, — 'tis, I dare not.

Pen.

All your respects are forg'd.

Itho.

They are not.—Peace

Calantha is the Princesse, the Kings daughter, Sol•• 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; Calant•••• 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, 'tis 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 much dul••'d my infected braine, I'le cheere inuention for an actiue straine.

Itho.

Mad man! why haue I wrong'd a maid so excellent?

Enter Bassanes with a ponyard, Prophilus, Groneas, Hemophill and Gransis.

Bass.

I can forbeare no longer: more, I will not; Keepe off your hands, or fall vpon my point: Patience is tyr'd, for like a slow-pac'd Asse Ye ride my easie nature, and proclaime My sloth to vengeance, a reproach and property.

Itho.

The meaning of this rudenesse.

Proph.

Hee's distracted.

Pen.

O my grieu'd Lord.

Grans.

Sweet Lady come not neere him•• He holds his perilous weapon in his hand To pricke 'a cares not whom, nor where,— see, see, see.

Bass.

My birth is noble, though the popular blast Of vanity, as giddy as thy youth, Hath rear'd thy name vp to bestride a cloud, Or progresse in the Chariot of the Sunne; I am no clod of trade, to lackey pride, Nor like your slaue of expectation wait The baudy hinges of your dores, or whist••••

For mysticall conueyance to your bed-sports.

Gron.

Fine humor••, they become him.

Hem.

How 'a stares, Struts, puffes, and sweats: most admirable lunacy?

Itho.

But that I may conceiue the spirit of wine Has tooke possession of your soberer custome, I'de say you were vnmannerly.

Pen.

Deare brother.

Bass.

Vnmannerly — Mew Kitling— smooth formality Is vsher to the ranknesse of the blood, But Impudence beares vp the traine: Indeed, sir, Your fiery mettall, or your springall blaze Of huge renowne, is no sufficient Royalty To print vpon my forehead the scorne Cuckold.

Itho.

His Iealousie has rob'd him of his wits, 'A talkes 'a knowes not what.

B••ss.

Yes, and 'a knowes To whom 'a talkes; to one that franks his lust In Swine-security of bestiall incest.

Ith.

Hah deuill.

Bass.

I will hallo't, though I blush more To name the filthinesse, than thou to act it.

Ith.

Monster!

Proph.

Sir by our friendship.

Pen.

By our bloods, Will you quite both vndoe vs, Brother?

Grans.

Out on him, These are his megrims, firks and melancholies.

Hem.

Well said, old Touch-hole.

Gron.

Kick him out at dores.

Pen.

With fauour let me speake.— My Lord? what slacknesse In my obedience hath deseru'd this rage? Except humility and sin lent duty Haue drawne on your vnquiet, my simplicity Ne're studied your vexation.

Bass.

Light of beauty, Deale not vngently with a desperate wound! No breach of reason dares make warre with her Whose lookes are soueraignty, whose breath is balme O that I could preserue thee in fruition As in deuotion!

Pen.

Sir, may euery euill Lock'd in Pandora's box; showre (in your presence) On my vnhappy head, if since you made me A partner in your bed, I haue beene faulty In one vnseemely thought against your honour.

Itho••

Purge not his g••••e••e••, Penthea.

Bass.

Yea, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 on,

Excellent creature— Good be not a hinderance To peace, and praise of vertue. — O my senses Are charm'd with sounds caelestiall. — On, deare, on•• I neuer gaue you one ill word; say, did I? Indeed I did not.

Pen.

Nor, by Iuno's forehead, Was I e're guilty of a wanton error.

Bass.

A goddesse, let me kneele.

Grans.

Alas kind Animall.

Itho.

No, but for p••nnance.

Bass.

Noble sir, what is it? With gladnesse I embrace it; yet pray let not My rashnesse teach you to be too vnmercifull.

Itho.

When you shall shew good proofe that manly wisdome•• Not ouer-sway'd by passion, or opinion, Knowes how to lead iudgement; then this Lady Your wife, my sister, shall returne in safety Home to be guided by you, but till first I can, out of cleare euidence approue it, Shee shall be my care.

Bass.

Rip my bosome vp•• I'le stand the execution with a constancy: This torture is vnsufferable.

Itho.

Well Sir, I dare not trust her to your fury.

Bass.

But Penthea sayes not so.

Pen.

She needs no tongue To plead excuse, who neuer purpos'd wrong.

Hemo.

Virgin of reuerence and antiquity Stay you behind.

Gr••n.

The Court wants not yo••r diligence.

Exeunt omnes, sed Bass. & Grans.

Grans.

What will you doe my Lord? my Lady's gone, I am deny'd to follow.

Bass.

I may see her. Or speake to her once more.

Grans.

And feele her too, man, Be of good cheare, she's your owne flesh and bone.

Bass.

Diseases desperate must find cures alike: She swore she has beene true.

Grans.

True on my modesty.

Bass.

Let him want truth who credits not her vowes•• Much wrong I did her, but her brother infinite; Rumor will voyce me the contempt of manhood, Should I run on thus. Some way I must try To out-doe Art, and cry a Iealousie.

Exeunt omnes.

Flourish.

Enter Amyolas, Nearchus leading Calantha, Ar∣mostes, Crotolon, Euphranea, Christalla, Philema, and Amelus.

Amy.

Cozen of Argos, what the heauens haue pleas'd In their vnchanging Counsels to conclude For both our kingdomes weale, we must submit to: Nor can we be vnthankfull to their bounties, Who when we were euen creeping to our graues, Sent vs a daughter; in whose birth, our hope Continues of succession: As you are In title next, being grandchilde to our Aunt, So we in hear•• desire you may sit nearest Calantha's loue; since we haue euer vow'd Not to inforce affection by our will, But by her owne choyce to confirme it gladly.

Near.

You speake the nature of a right iust father: I come not hither roughly to demand My Cozens thraldome, but to free mine owne: Report of great Calantha's beauty, vertue, Sweetnesse, and singular perfections, courted All eares to credit what I finde was publish'd By constant truth: from which if any seruice Of my desert can purchase faire construction, This Lady must command it.

Calan.

Princely Sir, So well you know how to professe obseruance That you instruct your hearers to become Practitioners in duty; of which number I'le study to be chiefe.

Near.

Chiefe, glorious Virgine, In my deuotions, as in all mens wonder.

Amy.

Excellent Cozen, we deny no libertie•• Vse thine owne opportunities. — Armoste••, We must consult with the Philosophers, The businesse is of weight.

Armost.

Sir, at your pleasure••

Amy.

You told me, Crotolon, your sonne's return'd From Athens? wherefore comes 'a not to Cou••t

As we commanded?

Crot.

He shall soone attend Your royall will, great Sir.

Amy.

The marr••age Betweene young Prophilus and Euphranea, Tafts of too much delay:

Crot.

My Lord.

Amy.

Some pleasures At celebration of it would giue life To th' entertainment of the Prince our kinsman Our Court weares grauity more then we rellish.

Armo.

Yet the heauens smile on all your high attempts, Without a Cloud.

Crot.

So may the gods protect vs.

Calan.

A Prince, a subiect?

Near.

Yes, to beauties scepter•• As all hearts kneele so mine.

Calan.

You are too Courtly.

To them, Ithocles, Orgilus, Prophilus

Itho.

Your safe returne to Sparta is most welcome, I ioy to meet you here, and as occasion Shall grant vs priuacy, will yeeld you reason•• Why I should couet to deserue the title Of your respected friend: for without Complement Beleeue it, Orgilus, 'tis my ambition.

Org.

Your Lordship may command me your poore seruant.

Itho.

So amorously close close? — so soone? — my heart!

Proph.

What sudden change is next?

Itho.

Life to the King, To whom I here present this Noble gentleman, New come from Athens; Royall Sir, vouchsafe Your gracious hand in fauour of his merit.

Crot.

My sonne preferr'd by Ithocles!

Amy.

Our bounties Shall open to thee Orgilus; for instance, Harke in thine eare; if out of thos•• inuentions Which flow in Athens, thou hast there ingrost Some rarity of wit to grace the Nuptials Of thy faire sister, and renowne our Court In th' eyes of this young Prince, we shall be debtor To thy conceit, thinke on't••

Org.

Your Highnesse honors me.

Near.

My tongue and heart are twins.

Calan.

A noble birth Becomming such a father. — worthy Orgilus, You are a guest most with'd for.

Org.

May my duty Still rise in your opinion, sacred Princesse.

Itho.

Euphranea's brother, sir, a Gentleman Well worthy of your knowledge.

Near.

We embrace him, Proud of so deare acquaintance.

Amy.

All prepare For Reuels and disport: the ioyes of Hymen, Like Phoebus in his lustr••, puts to flight All mists of dulnesse; crowne the houres with gladnesse: No sounds but musicke, no discourse but mirth.

Calan.

Thine arme I prethe Ithocles. — Nay, good My Lord keepe on your way, I am prouided.

Near.

I dare not disobey.

Itho.

Most heauenly Lady.

Exeunt.

Enter Crotolon, Orgilus.

Crot.

The King hath spoke his mind.

Org.

His will he hath•• But were it lawfull to hold plea against The power of greatnesse, not the reason, haply Such vnder-shrubs as subiects, sometimes might Borrow of Nature, Iustice, to informe That licence soueraignty holds without checke Ouer a meeke obedience.

Crot.

How resolue you Touching your sisters marriage? Prophilus Is a deseruing, and a hopefull youth.

Org.

I enuy not his merit, but applaud it: Could with him thrift in all his best desires, And with a willingnesse inleague our blood With his, for purchase of full growth in friendship•• He neuer touch'd on any wrong that malic'd The honour of our house, nor stirr'd our peace; Yet, with your fauour, let me not forget Vnder whose wing he gathers warmth and comfort, Whose creature he is bound, made, and must liue so.

Crot.

Sonne, sonne, I find in thee a harsh condition, No curtesie can winne it; 'tis too ranckorous.

Org.

Good Sir be not seuere in your construction, I am no stranger to such easie calmes As sit in tender bosomes: Lordly Ithocles Hath grac'd my entertainment in abundance; Too humbly hath descended from that height Of arrogance and spleene which wrought the rape

On grieu'd Penthea's purity; his scorne Of my vntoward fortunes is reclaim'd Vnto a Coutship, almost to a fawning: I'le kisse his foot, since you will haue it so.

Crot.

Since I will haue it so? Friend I will haue it so Without our ruine by your politike plot••, Or Wolfe of hatred snarling in your breasts You haue a spirit, Sir, haue ye? a familiar That poasts i'th ayre for your intelligence? Some such Hobgoblin hurried you from Athens, For yet you come vnsent for.

Org.

If vnwelcome, I might haue found a graue there.

Crot.

Sure your businesse Was soone dispatch'd, or your mind alter'd quickly.

Org.

'Twas care, Sir, of my health, cut short my iourney; For there, a generall infection Threatens a desolation.

Crot.

And I feare Thou hast brought backe a worse infection with thee, Infection of my mind; which, as thou sayst, Threatens the desolation of our family.

Org.

Forbid it our deare Genius, I will rather Be made a Sacrifice on Thrasus monument, Or kneele to Ithocles his sonne in dust, Then wooe a fathers curse: My sisters marriage With Prophilus, is from my heart confirm'd: May I liue hated, may I dye despis'd, If I omit to further it in all That can concerne me.

Crot.

I haue beene too rough, My duty to my King made me so earnest; Excuse it Orgilus.

Org.

Deare Sir••

Enter to th••m•• Prophilus, Euphranea, I••hocles, 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Hemophil.

Crot.

H••••e comes Euphranea, with Prophilus and Ithocles.

Org.

Most honored — euer famous.

Itho.

Your true friend, On earth not any true••. — With s••••oth eyes Looke on this worthy couple, you•• consen•• Can onely make them one.

Org.

They haue it. — Sister,

Thou pawn'dst to me an oath, of which ingagement I neuer will release thee, if thou aym'st At any other choyce then this.

Euphr.

Deare brother, At him or none.

Crot.

To which my blessing's ••dded.

Org.

Which till a greater ceremony perfect, Euphran••a lend thy hand; here take her Prophilus, Liue long a happy man and wife; and further, That these in presence may conclude an omen, Thus for a Bridall song I close my wishes: Comforts lasting, Loues increasing, Like soft houres neuer ceasing; Plenties pleasure, peace complying Without iarres, or tongues enuying; Hearts by holy Vnion wedded More then theirs by custome bedded; Fruitfull issues: life so graced, Not by age to be defaced; Budding, as the yeare ensu'th, Euery spring another youth: All what thought can adde beside, Crowne this Bridegroome and this Bride.

Proph.

You haue seal'd ioy close to my soule: Euphranea, Now I may call thee mine.

Itho.

I but exchange One good friend for another.

Org.

If these Gallants Will please to grace a poore inuention, By ioyning with me in some ••light deuise, I'le venture on a straine, my younger dayes Haue studied for delight••

Hom.

With thankfull willingnesse I offer my attendance.

Gron.

No endeuour Of mine shall faile to shew it selfe.

Itho.

We will All ioyne to wait on thy directions, Orgilus.

Org.

O my good Lord, your fauours flow towards A too vnworthy worme; but as you please, I am what you will shape me.

Itho.

A fast friend.

Crot.

I thanke thee sonne for this acknowledgemen••, It is a sight of gladnesse.

Org.

But my duty.

Exe••••t omnes.

Enter Calantha, Penthea, 〈…〉〈…〉

Calan.

Who e're would speake with vs deny his entrance•• Be carefull of our charge.

Chri••

We shall m••dam.

Calan.

Except the King himselfe, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 none admittance, Not any.

Phil.

Madam it shall be our care.

Ex••unt••

Calantha, P••••thea.

Calan.

Being alone, Penthea, you haue granted The oportunity you sought, and might At all times haue commanded.

Pen.

'Tis a benefit•• Which I shall owe your goodnesse euen in death for•• My glasse of life (sweet Princesse hath few minutes Remaining to runne downe; the sands are spent; For by an inward messenger I feele The summons of departure short and certaine.

Calan.

You feed too much your melancholly.

Pen.

Glorie•• Of humane greatnesse are but pleasing dreames, And shadowes soone decaying: on the stage Of my mortality, my youth hath acted Some scenes of vanity, drawne out at length By varied pleasures, sweetned in the mixture, But Tragicall in issue; Beauty, pompe, With euery sensuality our giddinesse Doth frame an Idoll, are vnconstant friends When any troubled passion make•• assault On the vnguarded Castle of the mind.

Calan.

Contemne not your condition, for the proofe Of bare opinion onely: to what end Reach all these Morall texts?

Pen.

To place before 'ee A perfect mirror, wherein you may see How weary I am of a lingring life, Who count the best a misery.

Calan.

Indeed You haue no little cause; yet none so great As to distrust a remedy.

Pen.

That remedy Must be a winding sheet, a sold of lead, And some vntrod-on corner in the earth. Not to detaine your expectation, Princesse, I haue an humble suit.

Calan.

Speake, I enioy it.

Vouchsafe then to be my Ex••••••••ria, And take that trouble o•• 'ee, to dispose Such Legacies, as I bequeath impartially•• I haue not much to giue, the paines are easie, Heauen will reward your piety, and thanke it When I am dead; for sure I must not liue, I hope I cannot.

Calan.

Now beshrew thy sadnesse; Thou turn'st me too much woman.

Pen.

Her faire eyes Melt into passion; Then I haue assurance Encouraging my boldnesse. — In this paper My Will was Character'd; which you, with pardon, Shall now know from mine owne mouth.

Calan.

Talke on, prethe, It is a pretty earnest.

Pen.

I haue left me But three poore Iewels to bequeath; The first is My youth; for though I am much old in griefes, In yeares I am a child.

Calan.

To whom that?

Pen.

To Virgin wiues, such as abuse not wedlocke By freedome of desires, but couet chiefly The pledges of chast beds, for tyes of loue, Rather than ranging of their blood•• And next To married maids, such as preferre the number Of honorable issue in their vertues, Before the flattery of delights by marriage, May those be euer young.

Calan.

A second Iewell You meane to part with.

Pen.

'Tis my Fame, I trust, By scandall yet vn••ouch'd; this I bequeath To memory, and Times old d••ughter Truth•• If euer my vnhappy name find mention When I am falne to dust, may it deserue Be seeming charity without dishonour.

Calan.

How handsomely thou playst with harmlesse sport Of meere imagination; speake the last, I strangely like thy will.

Pen.

This Iewell, Madam, Is dearely precious to me; you must vse The best of your discretion to imploy This gift as I entend it.

Calan.

Doe not doubt me.

Pen.

'Tis long agon•• since first I lost my heart,

Long I haue liu'd without it, else for certain•• I should haue 〈…〉〈…〉 Of it, to great Calantha, 〈…〉〈…〉 By seruice bound, and by affection vow'd, I doe bequeath in holiefe rites of loue Mine onely brother Ithocles.

Calan.

What saydst thou?

Pen.

Impute not, heauen-blest Lady, to ambition, A faith as humbly perfect as the prayers Of a deuoted suppliant ••••••••indow it? Looke on him, Princesse, with an eye of pitty; How like the ghost of what he 〈◊〉〈◊〉 appe••r'd•• A' moues before you.

Calan.

Shall I answer here, Or lend my eare too gr••ffely?

Pen.

First, his hear•• Shall fall in Cynders, scorch'd by your disdaine, E're ••e will dare, poore man; t•• ••pe an eye On these diuine lookes, but with low-be••t thoughts Accusing such presumption; as for word••, A' dares not vtter any but 〈…〉〈…〉 Yet this lost creature lo••es'••••. — Be a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 In sweetnesse as in blood; giue him his do••••e, Or raise him vp to comfort.

Cal••••••

What new change Appeares in my behauiour, that th•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Tempt my displeasure?

Pen.

I 〈…〉〈…〉 the world To reuell Elizium, and 'tis 〈◊〉〈◊〉 To wish my brother some aduantage her•••• Yet by my best hopes, Ithocles is ignorant Of this pursuit. But if you please to kill him, Lend him one angry looke, or one ••••••sh w••rd, And you shall soone conclude how ••••rong a power Your absolute authority h••ld•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 His life and end.

Calan.

You hau•• forgot, P••nthea, How still I haue a father.

P••••.

But remember I am a sister, though to me this ••••••ther Hath beene you know vnki••••e•• •• most vnkinde!

Calan.

〈…〉〈…〉 — Lady, Your checke lyes in my 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

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Both.

Madam, here.

Calan.

I thinke 'ee sleepe, ••ee dro••es; wait on Penth••a Vnto her lodging. — Ithoc••••s•• wrong'd Lady!

Pen.

My reckonings are made euen, Death or Fate Can now nor strike too soone, nor force too late.

Exeunt.