Tha. For your reward,

Henceforth I'll call you servant.*

Amet. Excellent, sister!

Men. 'Tis my first step to honour. May I fall Lower than shame, when I neglect all service That may confirm this favour!

Tha. Are you well, sir?

Par. Great princess, I am well. To see a league Between an humble love, such as my friend's is, And a commanding virtue, such as your's is, Are sure restoratives.

Tha. You speak ingeniously.

Brother, be pleas'd to show the gallery

To this young stranger. Use the time a while, And we will all together to the court:

I will present you, sir, unto the prince.

Par. You are all compos'd of fairness and true bounty.

Amet. Come, come: we'll wait you, sister. This beginning

Doth relish happy process.

Men. You have bless'd me.

[Exeunt MEN. AMET. and PAR.'

Tha. Kala! O, Kala!

Kala. Lady.

Tha. We are private;

Thou art my closet.

Kala. Lock your secrets close then :

I am not to be forced.

2

Henceforth I'll call you servant.] i. e. acknowledge you as a lover. See Mass. vol. i.

P.

185.

Tha. Never till now,

Could I be sensible of being traitor

To honour and to shame.

Kala. You are in love.

Tha. I am grown base.-Parthenophill

Kala. He's handsome,

Richly endow'd; he hath a lovely face,
A winning tongue.

Tha. If ever I must fall,

In him my greatness sinks: Love is a tyrant,
Resisted. Whisper in his ear, how gladly
I would steal time to talk with him one hour;
But do it honourably. Prithee, Kala,

Do not betray me.

Kala. Madam, I will make it

Mine own case; he shall think I am in love with

him.

Tha. I hope thou art not, Kala.

Kala. 'Tis for your sake:

I'll tell him so; but, 'faith, I am not, lady.

Tha. Pray, use me kindly; let me not too soon Be lost in my new follies. 'Tis a fate

That overrules our wisdoms; whilst we strive To live most free, we're caught in our own toils. Diamonds cut diamonds; they who will prove To thrive in cunning, must cure love with love.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter SOPHRONOS and ARETUS.

Soph. Our commonwealth is sick: 'tis more than time

That we should wake the head thereof, who sleeps In the dull lethargy of lost security.

The commons murmur, and the nobles grieve;
The court is now turn'd antick, and grows wild,
Whilst all the neighbouring nations stand at gaze,
And watch fit opportunity to wreak

Their just conceived fury on such injuries
As the late prince, our living master's father,
Committed against laws of truth or honour.
Intelligence comes flying in on all sides;
Whilst the unsteady multitude presume
How that you, Aretus, and I engross,
Out of particular ambition,

The affairs of government; which I, for my part,
Groan under, and am weary of.

Are. Sophronos,

I am as zealous too of shaking off

My gay state-fetters, that I have bethought

Of speedy remedy; and to that end,

As I have told you, have concluded with

Corax, the prince's chief physician.—

Soph. You should have done this sooner, Aretus; You were his tutor, and could best discern

His dispositions, to inform them rightly.

Are. Passions of violent nature, by degrees Are easiliest reclaim'd. There's something hid Of his distemper, which we'll now find out.

Enter CORAX, RHETIAS, PELIAS, CUCULUS, and GRILLA.

You come on just appointment. Welcome, gen

tlemen!

Have you won Rhetias, Corax?

Cor. Most sincerely.

Cuc. Save ye, nobilities! Do your lordships. take notice of my page? 'Tis a fashion of the newest edition, spick and span-new, without example. Do your honour, housewife!

Gril. There's a curtsy for you, and a curtsy for you.

Soph. 'Tis excellent: we must all follow fashion, And entertain she-waiters.

Are. "Twill be courtly.

Cuc. I think so; I hope the chronicles will rear me one day for a headpiece

4

Rhe. Of woodcock, without brains in it! Barbers shall wear thee on their citterns, and hucksters set thee out in gingerbread.

3 Of woodcock, &c.] A cant term for a simpleton. See Jonson, vol. ii. p. 127.

4 Barbers shall wear thee on their citterns.] For an explanation of this passage, the reader may refer to Jonson, vol. iii, p. 411. where he will find all that is necessary to be said on the subject. The head of the cittern like that of the harp occasionally terminated, I suppose, in some grotesque kind of ornament.

Cuc. Devil take thee! I say nothing to thee now; canst let me be quiet?

Gril. You are too perstreperous, sauce-box. Cuc. Good girl! if we begin to puff oncePel. Prithee, hold thy tongue; the lords are in the presence.

Rhe. Mum, butterfly!

Pel. The prince!' stand and keep silence. Cuc. O the prince! wench, thou shalt see the prince now.

[Soft Music.

Enter PALADOR, with a Book.

Soph. Are. Sir, gracious sir!

Pal. Why all this company?

Cor. A book! is this the early exercise
I did prescribe? instead of following health,
Which all men covet, you pursue disease.*
Where's your great horse, your hounds, your set
at tennis,

Your balloon ball, the practice of your dancing,
Your casting of the sledge, or learning how
To toss a pike? all chang'd into a sonnet!
Pray, sir, grant me free liberty to leave
The court; it does infect me with the sloth
Of sleep and surfeit: in the university

s The Prince.] I have omitted O, which was probably adopted from the next speech.

You pursue disease.] The old copy reads-your disease. This word, which spoils the measure, seems to have crept in from the passage immediately following it.

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