Scaena prima.
Enter Ithocles and Armostes.
Itho.
FOrbeare your Inquisition; curiosity
Is of too subtill, and too searching nature:
In feares of loue too quicke; too slow of credit:
I am not what you doubt me.
Arm.
Nephew, bethen
As I would wish; — alilis not right, — Good heauen
Confirme your Resolutions for dependance
On worthy end•• which may aduance your quiet.
Ith.
I did the Noble Orgilus much iniury,
But grieu'd Penthea more: I now repent it;
Now, Vncle, now; this Now, is now too late:
So prouident i•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in sad iss••••,
That after-wit, like Bankrupts debts, stand tallye••
Without all possibilities of payment:
Sure he's an honest, very honest Gentleman;
A man of singl•• meaning.
Arm.
I beleeue it:
Yet Nephew, 'tis the tongue informes our cares;
Our eyes can neuer pierce into the thoughts,
For they are lodg'd too inward: — but I question
No truth in Orgilus. — The Princesse (Sir)
Ith.
The Princesse? ha?
Arm.
With her the Prince of Arg••s.
Enter Nearchus leading Calantha, Amel••••, Christalla, Philema.
Near.
Great (faire one) grace my hopes with any instance
Of Liuery, from the allowance of your f••uour,
This little sparke.
Cal.
A Toy••
Ne••r.
Loue fea•••• on Toyes,