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THE BROKEN HEART.
ACT I. SCENE I.
A Room in CROTOLON'S House.
Enter CROTOLON and ORGILUS.
Crot. DALLY not further; I will know the reason
That speeds thee to this journey.
Org. "Reason?" good sir,
I can yield many.
Crot. Give me one, a good one;
Such I expect, and ere we part must have:
An Areopagite, and judge in cases
Org. All this I acknowledge.
Crot. You do! then, son, if books and love of knowledge
Inflame you to this travel, here in Sparta
Org. 'Tis not that, sir.
Crot. Not that, sir! As a father, I command thee
To acquaint me with the truth.
After so many quarrels, as dissension,
Fury, and rage had broach'd in blood, and sometimes,
With death to such confederates, as sided With now dead Thrasus and yourself, my lord; Our present king, Amyclas, reconciled
Your eager swords, and seal'd a gentle peace: Friends you profess'd yourselves; which to con
A resolution for a lasting league
Betwixt your families, was entertained,
By joining, in a Hymenean bond,
Crot. What of this?
Org. Much, much, dear sir.
A freedom of converse, an interchange
'In a firm growth of union," that no time
In a firm growth of union.] I have omitted holy before union, which had evidently crept in from the preceding line, and wholly destroys the metre.
Crot. Most certain.
Org. From this time sprouted up that poisonous stalk
Of aconite, whose ripened fruit hath ravish'd
Org. Now it follows.
Beauteous Penthea, wedded to this torture
Crot. As how, pray?
The man that calls her wife, considers truly
Is nurse unto a fear so strong, and servile,
(If opportunity but sort) prevail:
So much, out of a self-unworthiness,
His fears transport him!-not that he finds cause
In her obedience, but his own distrust.
Crot. You spin out your discourse.
For knowing how the maid was heretofore
I undertake a voluntary exile;
First, by my absence to take off the cares
Crot. Enough, my Orgilus, enough. To Athens, I give a full consent;-alas, good lady!-We shall hear from thee often?
Thy sister comes to give a farewell.
3 He doth resolve.] i. e. he doth satisfy, convince, himself.
Org. Euphranea, thus upon thy cheeks I print A brother's kiss; more careful of thine honour, Thy health, and thy well-doing, than my life. Before we part, in presence of our father, I must prefer a suit t' Euph. You may stile it, My brother, a command.
Org. That you will promise+
Never to pass to any man, however
I give a free consent.
Crot. An easy motion!
By great Apollo's beams, join in the vow;
Org. Dear Euphranea,
Mistake me not; far, far 'tis from my thought,
That you will promise, &c.] Orgilus seems to entertain some suspicion of Ithocles; but the exaction of such a promise appears not altogether consistent in one who had just been describing the misery of his own sufferings from the power and influence of a brother. This however is an admirable introductory scene: and, in justice to the author, it should be observed, that few of his contemporaries open the plot of their drama so happily as he occasionally does.