And married wives shall to thy hallow'd shrine Pure turtles crown'd with mirtle, if thy pity One finger but to ease it. Pen. O no more. Ith. Death waits to waft me to the Stygian banks, And free me from this chaos of my bondage; And till thou wilt forgive, I must endure. Ith. Friendship, or nearness Of birth, to any but my sister, durst not Pen. Let me, By your new protestations I conjure ye, Partake her name. Ith. Her name 'tis-'tis-I dare not Pen. All your respects are forg'd. Ith. They are not-Peace. Calantha is the princess, the king's daughter, Pen. Suppose you were contracted to her, would it not Split even your very soul to see her father Snatch her out of your arms against her will, And force her on the Prince of Argos? Ith. Trouble not The fountains of mine eyes with thine own story: Pen. We are reconciled. Alas, Sir, being children, but two branches Of one stock, 'tis not fit we should divide. Have comfort, you may find it. Only in thee, Penthea mine. Pen. If sorrows Have not too much dull'd my infected brain, I'll cheer invention for an active strain. Penthea recommends her Brother as a dying bequest to the Princess. CALANTHA. PENTHEA. Cal. Being alone, Penthea, you have granted The opportunity you sought, and might At all times have commanded. Pen. 'Tis a benefit Which I shall owe your goodness even in death for. The summons of departure short and certain. Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams, Cal. Contemn not your condition, for the proof Pen. To place before ye A perfect mirror, wherein you may see Cal. Indeed You have no little cause; yet none so great, Pen. That remedy Must be a winding sheet, a fold of lead, Cal. Speak, and enjoy it. Pen. Vouchsafe then to be my Executrix; Cal. Now beshrew thy sadness; Pen. Her fair eyes Melt into passion: then I have assurance Cal. Talk on, prithee; It is a pretty earnest. Pen. I have left me But three poor jewels to bequeath. The first is In years I am a child. Cal. To whom that? Pen. To virgin wives; such as abuse not wedlock By freedom of desires, but covet chiefly The pledges of chaste beds, for ties of love Of honorable issue in their virtues, Before the flattery of delights by marriage; Cal. A second jewel You mean to part with? Pen. 'Tis my fame; I trust, By scandal yet untouch'd: this I bequeath Cal. How handsomely thou play'st with harmless sport Of meer imagination! Speak the last. I strangely like thy will. Pen. This jewel, Madam, Is dearly precious to me; you must use Cal. Do not doubt me. 'Pen. 'Tis long ago, since first I lost my heart; Long I have liv'd without it: but in stead Of it, to great Calantha, Sparta's heir, Cal. What saidst thou? Pen. Impute not, heav'n-blest lady, to ambition, A faith as humbly perfect as the prayers Of a devoted suppliant can endow it: Look on him, Princess, with an eye of pity; Cal. Shall I answer here, Pen. First his heart Shall fall in cinders, scorch'd by your disdain, He dares not utter any but of service; Yet this lost creature loves you. Be a Princess Cal. What new change Appears in my behaviour, that thou darest Pen. I must leave the world, To revel in Elysium; and 'tis just To wish my brother some advantage here. His life and end. Cal. You have forgot, Penthea, How still I have a father. Pen. But remember I am sister: though to me this brother Hath been, you know, unkind, O most unkind. While Calantha (Princess of Sparta) is celebrating the Nuptials of Prophilus and Euphranea at Court with Music and It is necessary to the understanding of the Scene which follows, to know that the Princess is won by these solicitations of Penthea, and by the real deserts of Ithocles, to requite his love, and that they are contracted with the consent of the King her Father. |