So, through a watry cloud,
The sun, at once, seems both to weep and shine.
For what forefather's sin do you afflict
Those precious eyes? For sure you have
None of your own to weep.
_Cand_. My crimes both great and many needs must shew,
Since heaven will punish them with losing you.
_Phil_. Afflictions, sent from heaven without a cause,
Make bold mankind enquire into its laws.
But heaven, which moulding beauty takes such care,
Makes gentle fates on purpose for the fair:
And destiny, that sees them so divine,
Spins all their fortunes in a silken twine:
No mortal hand so ignorant is found,
To weave coarse work upon a precious ground.
_Cand_. Go preach this doctrine in my mother's ears.
_Phil_. Has her severity produced these tears?
_Cand_. She has recalled those hopes she gave before,
And strictly bids me ne'er to see you more.
_Phil_. Changes in froward age are natural;
Who hopes for constant weather in the fall?
'Tis in your power your duty to transfer,
And place that right in me, which was in her.
_Cand_. Reason, like foreign foes, would ne'er o'ercome,
But that I find I am betrayed at home;
You have a friend, that fights for you within.
_Phil_. Let reason ever lose, so love may win.
_Enter Queen with a picture in her hand, and_ ASTERIA
_Queen_. See there, Asteria,
All we have done succeeds still to the worse;
We hindered him from seeing her at home,
Where I but only heard they loved; and now
She comes to court, and mads me with the sight on't.
_Ast_. Dear madam, overcome yourself a little,
Or they'll perceive how much you are concerned.
_Queen_. I struggle with my heart--
But it will have some vent.
Cousin, you are a stranger at the court. [_To_ CAND.
_Cand_. It was my duty, I confess,
To attend oftner on your majesty.
_Queen_. Asteria, mend my cousin's handkerchief;
It sits too narrow there, and shows too much
The broadness of her shoulders--Nay, fie, Asteria,
Now you put it too much backward, and discover
The bigness of her breasts.
_Cand_. I beseech your majesty,
Give not yourself this trouble.
_Queen_. Sweet cousin, you shall pardon me;
A beauty such as yours
Deserves a more than ordinary care,
To set it out.
Come hither, Philocles, do but observe,
She has but one gross fault in all her shape,
That is, she bears up here too much,
And the malicious workman has left it
Open to your eye.
_Phil_. Where, and please your majesty?
Methinks 'tis very well.
_Queen_. Do not you see it? Oh how blind is love!
_Cand_. And how quick-sighted malice! [_Aside_.
_Queen_. But yet, methinks, those knots of sky do not
So well with the dead colour of her face.
_Ast_. Your majesty mistakes, she wants no red.
[_The Queen here plucks out her glass, and looks
sometimes on herself, sometimes on her rival_.
_Queen_. How do I look to-day, Asteria?
Methinks, not well.
_Ast_. Pardon me, madam, most victoriously.
_Queen_. What think you, Philocles? come, do not
flatter.
_Phil_. Paris was a bold man, who presumed,
To judge the beauty of a goddess.
_Cand_. Your majesty has given the reason why
He cannot judge; his love has blinded him.
_Queen_. Methinks, a long patch here, beneath her eye,
Might hide that dismal hollowness.
What think you, Philocles?
_Cand_. Beseech you, madam, ask not his opinion:
What my faults are it is no matter;
He loves me with them all.
_Queen_. Ay, he may love; but when he marries you,
Your bridal shall be kept in some dark dungeon.
Farewell, and think of that, too easy maid!
I blush, thou sharest my blood.
[_Exeunt Queen and_ ASTERIA.
_Cand_. Inhuman queen!
Thou canst not be more willing to resign
Thy part in me, than I to give up mine.
_Phil_. Love, how few subjects do thy laws fulfil,
And yet those few, like us, thou usest ill!
_Cand_. The greatest slaves, in monarchies, are they,
Whom birth sets nearest to imperial sway;
While jealous power does sullenly o'erspy,
We play, like deer, within the lion's eye.
'Would I for you some shepherdess had been,
And, but each May, ne'er heard the name of queen!
_Phil_. If you were so, might I some monarch be,
Then, you should gain what now you lose by me;
Then, you in all my glories should have part,
And rule my empire, as you rule my heart.
_Cand_. How much our golden wishes are in vain!
When they are past, we are ourselves again.
_Enter Queen and_ ASTERIA _above_.
_Queen_. Look, look, Asteria, yet they are not gone.
Hence we may hear what they discourse alone.
_Phil_. My love inspires me with a generous thought,
Which you, unknowing in those wishes, taught.
Since happiness may out of courts be found,
Why stay we here on this enchanted ground;
And chuse not rather with content to dwell
(If love and joy can find it) in a cell?
_Cand_. Those who, like you, have once in courts been great,
May think they wish, but wish not, to retreat.
They seldom go, but when they cannot stay;
As losing gamesters throw the dice away.
Even in that cell, where you repose would find,
Visions of court will haunt your restless mind;
And glorious dreams stand ready to restore
The pleasing shapes of all you had before.
_Phil_. He, who with your possession once is blest,
On easy terms will part with all the rest.
All my ambition will in you be crowned;
And those white arms shall all my wishes bound.
Our life shall be but one long nuptial day,
And, like chafed odours, melt in sweets away;
Soft as the night our minutes shall be worn,
And chearful as the birds, that wake the morn.
_Cand_. Thus hope misleads itself in pleasant way,
And takes more joys on trust, than love can pay:
But, love with long possession once decayed,
That face, which now you court, you will upbraid.
_Phil_. False lovers broach these tenets, to remove
The fault from them, by placing it on love.
_Cand_. Yet grant, in youth you keep alive your fire,
Old age will come, and then it must expire:
Youth but a while does at love's temple stay,
As some fair inn, to lodge it on the way.
_Phil_. Your doubts are kind; but, to be satisfied
I can be true, I beg I may be tried.
_Cand_. Trials of love too dear the making cost;
For if successless, the whole venture's lost.
What you propose, brings wants and care along.
_Phil_. Love can bear both.
_Cand_. But is your love so strong?
_Phil_. They do not want, who wish not to have more;
Who ever said an anchoret was poor?
_Cand_. To answer generously, as you have done,
I should not by your arguments be won:
I know, I urge your ruin by consent;
Yet love too well, that ruin to prevent.
_Phil_. Like water given to those whom fevers fry,
You kill but him, who must without it die.
_Cand_. Secure me, I may love without a crime;
Then, for our flight, appoint both place and time.
_Phil_. The ensuing hour my plighted vows shall be;
The time's not long; or only long to me.
_Cand_. Then, let us go where we shall ne'er be seen
By my hard mother.
_Phil_. Or my cruel queen.
[_Exeunt_ PHIL. _and_ CAND.
_Queen above_. O, Philocles, unkind to call me cruel!
So false Aeneas did from Dido fly;
But never branded her with cruelty.
How I despise myself for loving so!
_Ast_. At once you hate yourself, and love him too.
_Queen_. No, his ingratitude has cured my wound:
A painful cure indeed!
_Ast_. And yet not sound.
His ignorance of your true thoughts
Excuses this; you did seem cruel, madam.
_Queen_. But much of kindness still mixed with it.
Who could mistake so grossly, not to know
A Cupid frowning, when he draws his bow?
_Ast_. He's going now to smart for his offence.
_Queen_. Should he, without my leave, depart from
hence?
_Ast_. No matter; since you hate him, let him go.
_Queen_. But I my hate by my revenge will show:
Besides, his head's a forfeit to the state.
_Ast_. When you take that, I will believe you hate.
Let him possess, and then he'll soon repent;
And so his crime will prove his punishment.
_Queen_. He may repent; but he will first possess.
_Ast_. O, madam, now your hatred you confess:
If his possessing her your rage does move,
'Tis jealousy, the avarice of love.
_Queen_. No more, Asteria.
Seek Lysimantes out, bid him set his guards
Through all the court and city.
Prevent their marriage first; then stop their flight.
Some fitting punishments I will ordain,
But speak not you of Philocles again:
'Tis bold to search, and dangerous to find,
Too much of heaven's, or of a prince's mind.
[_Queen descends, and exit_.
_As the Queen has done speaking,_ FLAVIA _is going
hastily over the stage;_ ASTERIA _sees her_.
_Ast_. Flavia, Flavia, whither so fast?
_Fla_. Did you call, Asteria?
_Ast_. The queen has business with Prince Lysimantes;
Speak to any gentleman in the court, to fetch him.
[_Exit_ ASTERIA _from above_.
_Fla_. I suspect somewhat, but I'll watch you close;
Prince Lysimantes has not chose in me
The worst spy of the court--
Celadon! what makes he here?
_Enter_ CELADON, OLINDA, _and_ SABINA; _they walk over the
stage together, he seeming to court them_.
_Olind_. Nay, sweet Celadon--
_Sab_. Nay, dear Celadon.
_Fla_. O ho! I see his business now; 'tis with Melissa's two
daughters: Look, look, how he peeps about, to see if the coast be
clear; like an hawk that will not plume, if she be looked on.
[_Exeunt_ CEL. OLIND. _and_ SAB.
So--at last he has trussed his quarry.
_Enter_ FLORIMEL.
_Flo_. Did you see Celadon this way?
_Fla_. If you had not asked the question, I should have thought
you had come from watching him; he's just gone off with Melissa's
daughters.
_Flo_. Melissa's daughters! he did not court 'em, I hope?
_Fla_. So busily, he lost no time: While he was teaching the one
a tune, he was kissing the other's hand.
_Flo_. O fine gentleman!
_Fla_. And they so greedy of him! did you never see two fishes
about a bait, tugging it this way and t'other way? for my part, I
looked at least he should have lost a leg or arm i'the service.--Nay,
never vex yourself, but e'en resolve to break with him.
_Flo_. No, no, 'tis not come to that yet; I'll correct him first,
and then hope the best from time.
_Fla_. From time! believe me, there's little good to be
expected from him. I never knew the old gentleman with the scythe and
hour-glass bring any thing but grey hair, thin cheeks, and loss of
teeth: You see Celadon loves others.
_Flo_. There's the more hope he may love me among the rest: Hang
it, I would not marry one of these solemn fops; they are good for
nothing, but to make cuckolds. Give me a servant, that is an high
flier at all games, that is bounteous of himself to many women; and
yet, whenever I pleased to throw out the lure of matrimony, should
come down with a swing, and fly the better at his own quarry.
_Fla_. But are you sure you can take him down when you think
good?
_Flo_. Nothing more certain.
_Fla_. What wager will you venture upon the trial?
_Flo_. Any thing.
_Fla_. My maidenhead to yours.
_Flo_. That's a good one; who shall take the forfeit?
_Fla_. I'll go and write a letter, as from these two sisters, to
summon him immediately; it shall be delivered before you. I warrant,
you see a strange combat betwixt the flesh and the spirit: If he
leaves you to go to them, you'll grant he loves them better?
_Flo_. Not a jot the more: A bee may pick of many flowers, and
yet like some one better than all the rest.
_Fla_. But then your bee must not leave his sting behind him.
_Flo_. Well; make the experiment however: I hear him coming, and
a whole noise of fidlers at his heels. Hey-day, what a mad husband
shall I have!--
_Enter CELADON_.
_Fla_. And what a mad wife will he have! Well, I must go a little
way, but I'll return immediately, and write it: You'll keep him in
discourse the while? [_Exit_ FLA.
_Cel_. Where are you, madam? What, do you mean to run away thus?
Pray stand to't, that we may despatch this business.
_Flo_. I think you mean to watch me, as they do witches, to
make me confess I love you. Lord, what a bustle have you kept this
afternoon? What with eating, singing, and dancing, I am so wearied,
that I shall not be in case to hear any more love this fortnight.
_Cel_. Nay, if you surfeit on't before trial, Lord have mercy
upon you, when I have married you.
_Flo_. But what king's revenue, do you think, will maintain this
extravagant expence?
_Cel_. I have a damnable father, a rich old rogue, if he would
once die! Lord, how long does he mean to make it ere he dies!
_Flo_. As long as ever he can, I'll pass my word for him.
_Cel_. I think, then, we had best consider him as an obstinate
old fellow, that is deaf to the news of a better world; and ne'er stay
for him.
_Flo_. But e'en marry; and get him grandchildren in abundance,
and great-grandchildren upon them, and so inch him and shove him out
of the world by the very force of new generations--if that be the way,
you must excuse me.
_Cel_. But dost thou know what it is to be an old maid?
_Flo_. No, nor hope I shan't these twenty years.
_Cel_. But when that time comes, in the first place, thou wilt
be condemned to tell stories, how many men thou mightst have had; and
none believe thee: Then thou growest forward, and impudently weariest
all thy friends to solicit man for thee.
_Flo_. Away with your old common-place-wit: I am resolved to grow
fat, and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world, with
the first wrinkle, and the reputation of five and twenty.
_Cel_. Well, what think you now of a reckoning betwixt us?
_Flo_. How do you mean?
_Cel_. To discount for so many days of my years service, as I
have paid in this morning.
_Flo_. With all my heart.
_Cel_. _Imprimis_, for a treat.
_Item_, For my glass coach.
_Item_, For sitting bare, and wagging your fan.
And lastly, and principally, for my fidelity to you this long hour
and half.
_Flo_. For this I bate you three weeks of your service; now hear
your bill of faults; for your comfort 'tis a short one.
_Cel_. I know it.
_Flo_. _Imprimis_, _item_, and sum total, for keeping
company with Melissa's daughters.
_Cel_. How the pox came you to know of that? Gad, I believe
the devil plays booty against himself, and tells you of my sins.
[_Aside_.
_Flo_. The offence being so small, the punishment shall be but
proportionable; I will set you back only half a year.
_Cel_. You're most unconscionable: When then do you think we
shall come together? There's none but the old patriarchs could live
long enough to marry you at this rate. What, do you take me for some
cousin of Methusalem's, that I must stay an hundred years, before I
come to beget sons and daughters?
_Flo_. Here's an impudent lover! he complains of me without ever
offering to excuse himself; _item_, a fortnight more for that.
_Cel_. So, there's another puff in my voyage, has blown me back
to the north of Scotland.
_Flo_. All this is nothing to your excuse for the two sisters.
_Cel_. 'Faith, if ever I did more than kiss them, and that but
once--
_Flo_. What could you have done more to me?
_Cel_. An hundred times more; as thou shalt know, dear rogue, at
time convenient.
_Flo_. You talk, you talk; could you kiss them, though but once,
and ne'er think of me?
_Cel_. Nay, if I had thought of thee, I had kissed them over a
thousand times, with the very force of imagination.
_Flo_. The gallants are mightily beholden to you; you have found
them out a new way to kiss their mistresses, upon other women's lips.
_Cel_. What would you have? You are my Sultana Queen, the
rest are but in the nature of your slaves; I may make some slight
excursions into the enemy's country for forage, or so, but I ever
return to my head quarters.
_Enter one with a letter_.
_Cel_. To me?
_Mess_. If your name be Celadon. [_CEL. reads softly_.
_Flo_. He is swallowing the pill; presently we shall see the
operation.
_Cel. to the page_.] Child, come hither, child; here's money for
thee: So, begone quickly, good child, before any body examines thee:
Thou art in a dangerous place, child--[_Thrusts him out_.]
Very good; the sisters send me word, they will have the fiddles this
afternoon, and invite me to sup there!--Now, cannot I forbear, an I
should be damned, tho' I have scap'd a scouring so lately for it. Yet
I love Florimel better than both of them together; there's the riddle
on't: But only for the sweet sake of variety.--[_Aside_.] Well,
we must all sin, and we must all repent, and there's an end on't.
_Flo_. What is it, that makes you fidge up and down so?
_Cel_. 'Faith, I am sent for by a very dear friend, and 'tis upon
a business of life and death.
_Flo_. On my life, some woman?
_Cel_. On my honour, some man; do you think I would lie to you?
_Flo_. But you engaged to sup with me.
_Cel_. But I consider it may be scandalous to stay late in
your lodgings. Adieu, dear miss! If ever I am false to thee again!--
[_Exit_ CELADON.
_Flo_. See what constant metal you men are made of! He begins to
vex me in good earnest. Hang him, let him go and take enough of 'em:
And yet, methinks, I can't endure he should neither. Lord, that such a
mad-cap as I should ever live to be jealous! I must after him.
Some ladies would discard him now, but I
A fitter way for my revenge will find;
I'll marry him, and serve him in his kind.
[_Exit_ FLO.
ACT IV.
SCENE I,--_The Walks_.
MELISSA, _after her_ OLINDA _and_ SABINA.
_Mel_. I must take this business up in time: This wild fellow
begins to haunt my house again. Well, I'll be bold to say it, 'tis
as easy to bring up a young lion without mischief, as a maidenhead of
fifteen, to make it tame for an husband's bed. Not but that the young
man is handsome, rich, and young, and I could be content he should
marry one of them; but to seduce them both in this manner:--Well, I'll
examine them apart, and if I can find out which he loves, I'll offer
him his choice.--Olinda, come hither, child.
_Olin_. Your pleasure, madam?
_Met_. Nothing but for your good, Olinda; what think you of
Celadon?
_Olin_. Why I think he's a very mad fellow; but yet I have some
obligements to him: he teaches me new airs of the guitar, and talks
wildly to me, and I to him.
_Mel_. But tell me in earnest, do you think he loves you?
_Olin_. Can you doubt it? There were never two so cut out for one
another; we both love singing, dancing, treats, and music. In short,
we are each other's counterpart.
_Mel_. But does he love you seriously?
_Olin_. Seriously?--I know not that; if he did, perhaps I should
not love him: But we sit and talk, and wrangle, and are friends; when
we are together, we never hold our tongues; and then we have always a
noise of fiddles at our heels; he hunts me merrily, as the hound does
the hare; and either this is love, or I know it not.
_Mel_. Well, go back, and call Sabina to me.
[_OLINDA goes behind_.
This is a riddle past my finding out: Whether he loves her, or no,
is the question; but this, I am sure of, she loves him:--O my little
favourite, I must ask you a question concerning Celadon: is he in love
with you?
_Sab_. I think, indeed, he does not hate me; at least, if a man's
word may be taken for it.
_Mel_. But what expressions has he made you?
_Sab_. Truly, the man has done his part: He has spoken civilly to
me, and I was not so young but I understood him.
_Mel_. And you could be content to marry him?
_Sab_. I have sworn never to marry: besides he's a wild young
man; yet, to obey you, mother, I would be content to be sacrificed.
_Mel_. No, no, we would but lead you to the altar.
_Sab_. Not to put off the gentleman neither; for if I have him
not, I am resolved to die a maid, that's once, mother.
_Mel_. Both my daughters are in love with him, and I cannot yet
find he loves either of them.
_Olin_. Mother, mother, yonder's Celadon in the walks.
_Mel_. Peace, wanton; you had best ring the bells for joy. Well,
I'll not meet him, because I know not which to offer him; yet he seems
to like the youngest best: I'll give him opportunity with her. Olinda,
do you make haste after me.
_Olin_. This is something hard though.
[_Exit_ MEL.
_Enter_ CELADON.
_Cel_. You see, ladies, the least breath of yours brings me to
you: I have been seeking you at your lodgings, and from thence came
hither after you.
_Sab_. 'Twas well you found us.
_Cel_. Found you! half this brightness betwixt you two was enough
to have lighted me; I could never miss my way: Here's fair Olinda has
beauty enough for one family; such a voice, such a wit, so noble a
stature, so white a skin!--
_Olin_. I thought he would be particular at last. [_Aside_.
_Cel_. And young Sabina, so sweet an innocence, such a rose-bud
newly blown. This is my goodly palace of love, and that my little
withdrawing room. A word, madam.--[_To_ SAB.
_Olin_. I like not this--[_Aside_.] Sir, if you are not too
busy with my sister, I would speak with you.
_Cel_. I come, madam.
_Sab_. Time enough, sir; pray finish your discourse--and as you
were a saying, sir,--
_Olin_. Sweet sir,--
_Sab_. Sister, you forget, my mother bid you make haste.
_Olin_. Well, go you, and tell her I am coming.
_Sab_. I can never endure to be the messenger of ill news; but,
if you please, I'll send her word you won't come.
_Olin_. Minion, minion, remember this--[_Exit OLIN_.
_Sab_. She's horribly in love with you.
_Cel_. Lord, who could love that walking steeple! She's so high,
that every time she sings to me, I am looking up for the bell that
tolls to church.--Ha! give me my little fifth-rate, that lies so
snug. She! hang her, a Dutch-built bottom: She's so tall, there's no
boarding her. But we lose time--madam, let me seal my love upon
your mouth. [_Kiss_] Soft and sweet, by heaven! sure you wear
rose-leaves between your lips.
_Sab_. Lord, Lord, what's the matter with me! my breath grows so
short, I can scarce speak to you.
_Cel_. No matter, give me thy lips again, and I'll speak for
thee.
_Sab_. You don't love me--
_Cel_. I warrant thee; sit down by me, and kiss again,--She warms
faster than Pygmalion's image. [_Aside_]--[_Kiss_.]--Ay
marry, sir, this was the original use of lips; talking, eating, and
drinking came in by and by.
_Sab_. Nay, pray be civil; will you be at quiet?
_Cel_. What, would you have me sit still, and look upon you, like
a little puppy-dog, that's taught to beg with his fore-leg up?
_Enter_ FLORIMEL.
_Flo_. Celadon the faithful! in good time, sir,--
_Cel_. In very good time, Florimel; for heaven's sake, help me
quickly.
_Flo_. What's the matter?
_Cel_. Do you not see? here's a poor gentlewoman in a swoon!
(Swoon away.) I have been rubbing her this half hour, and cannot bring
her to her senses.
_Flo_. Alas! how came she so?
_Cel_. Oh barbarous! do you stay to ask questions? run, for
charity.
_Flo_. Help, help! alas! poor lady--[_Exit_ FLO.
_Sab_. Is she gone?
_Cel_. Ay, thanks be to my wit, that helped me at a pinch; I
thank heaven, I never pumpt for a lye in all my life yet.
_Sab_. I am afraid you love her, Celadon!
_Cel_. Only as a civil acquaintance, or so; but, however, to
avoid slander, you had best be gone before she comes again.
_Sab_. I can find a tongue as well as she.
_Cel_. Ay, but the truth is, I am a kind of scandalous person,
and for you to be seen in my company--stay in the walks, by this kiss
I'll be with you presently.
_Enter_ FLORIMEL _running_.
_Flo_. Help, help!--I can find nobody.
_Cel_. Tis needless now, my dear; she's recovered, and gone off;
but so wan and weakly,--
_Flo_.Umph! I begin to smell a rat.--What was your business here,
Celadon?
_Cel_. Charity, Christian charity; you saw I was labouring for
life with her.
_Flo_. But how came you hither?--Not that I care this, but only
to be satisfied. [_Sings_.
_Cel_. You are jealous, in my conscience!
_Flo_. Who, I jealous!--then I wish this sigh may be the last
that ever I may draw. [_Sighs_.
_Cel_. But why do you sigh, then?
_Flo_. Nothing but a cold, I cannot fetch my breath well. But
what will you say, if I wrote the letter you had, to try your faith?
_Cel_. Hey day! this is just the devil and the sinner; you lay
snares for me, and then punish me for being taken: Here's trying a
man's faith indeed!--What, do you think I had the faith of a stock, or
of a stone? Nay, an you go to tantalize a man--I love upon the square,
I can endure no tricks to be used to me.
[OLINDA _and_ SABINA _at the door peeping_.
_Olin_. and _Sab_. Celadon! Celadon!
_Flo_. What voices are those?
_Cel_. Some comrades of mine, that call me to play.--Pox on them,
they'll spoil all. [_Aside_.
_Flo_. Pray, let's see them.
_Cel_. Hang them, tatterdemallions! they are not worth your
sight.--Pray, gentlemen, begone; I'll be with you immediately.
_Sab_. No; we'll stay here for you.
_Flo_. Do your gentlemen speak with treble voices? I am resolved
to see what company you keep.
_Cel_. Nay, good my dear.
[_He lays hold of her to pull her back, she lays hold of_ OLINDA,
_by whom_ SABINA _holds; so that, he pulling, they all come
in_.
_Flo_. Are these your comrades? [Sings.] _'Tis Strephon
calls, what would my love?_ Why do you not roar out, like a great
bass-viol, _Come follow to the myrtle-grove_.--Pray, sir, which
of these fair ladies is it, for whom you were to do the courtesy? for
it were unconscionable to leave you to them both:--What, a mans but a
man, you know.
_Olin_. The gentleman may find an owner.
_Sab_. Though not of you.
_Flo_. Pray, agree whose the lost sheep is, and take him.
_Cel_. 'Slife, they'll cry me anon, and tell my marks.
_Flo_. Troth, I pity your highness there; I perceive he has left
you for the little one: Methinks he should have been afraid to break
his neck, when he fell so high as from you to her.
_Sab_. Well, my drolling lady, I may be even with you.
_Flo_. Not this ten years, by the growth, yet.
_Sab_. Can flesh and blood endure this!
_Flo_. How now, my amazon _in decimo sexto_!
_Olin_. Do you affront my sister?
_Flo_. Ay; but thou art so tall, I think I shall never affront
thee.
_Sab_. Come away, sister; we shall be jeered to death else.
[_Exeunt_ OLIN. _and_ SAB.
_Flo_. Why do you look that way? You can't forbear leering after
the forbidden fruit.--But whene'er I take a wencher's word again!
_Cel_. A wencher's word!--Why should you speak so contemptibly
of the better half of mankind? I'll stand up for the honour of my
vocation.
_Flo_. You are in no fault, I warrant!--'Ware my busk[A].
[Footnote A: The now almost forgotten _busk_ was a small slip of
steel or wood, used to stiffen the stays. Florimel threatens to employ
it as a rod of chastisement.]
_Cel_. Not to give a fair lady the lie, I am in fault; but
otherwise--Come, let us be friends, and let me wait on you to your
lodgings.
_Flo_. This impudence shall not save you from my table-book.
_Item_, A month more for this fault. [_They walk to the
door_.
_1 Sold. [within.]_ Stand!--
_2 Sold_. Stand, give the word!
_Cel_. Now, what's the meaning of this, trow?--guards set!
_1 Sold_. Give the word, or you cannot pass:--These are they,
brother; let's in and seize them.
_The two Soldiers enter_.
_1 Sold_. Down with him!
_2 Sold_. Disarm him!_Cel_. How now, rascals?--
[_Draws, and beats one off, and catches the other_.
Ask your life, you villain.
_2 Sold_. Quarter! quarter!
_Cel_. Was ever such an insolence?
_2 Sold_. We did but our duty;--here we were set to take a
gentleman and lady, that would steal a marriage without the queen's
consent, and we thought you had been they. [_Exit Sold_.
_Flo_. Your cousin Philocles, and the princess Candiope, on my
life! for I heard the queen give private orders to Lysimantes, and
name them twice or thrice.
_Cel_. I know a score or two of madcaps here hard by, whom I can
pick up from taverns, and gaming-houses, and bordels; those I'll bring
to aid him,--Now, Florimel, there's an argument for wenching: Where
would you have had so many honest men together, upon the sudden, for a
brave employment?
_Flo_. You'll leave me then, to take my fortune?
_Cel_. No:--If you will, I'll have you into the places aforesaid,
and enter you into good company.
_Flo_. 'Thank you, sir; here's a key, will let me through this
back-door to my own lodgings.
_Cel_. If I come off with life, I'll see you this evening; if
not,--adieu, Florimel!
_Flo_. If you come not, I shall conclude you are killed; or
taken, to be hanged for a rebel to-morrow morning: and then I'll
honour your memory with a lampoon, instead of an epitaph.
_Cel_. No, no! I trust better in my fate: I know I am reserved to
do you a courtesy. [_Exit_ CEL.
[_As_ FLORIMEL _is unlocking the door to go out,_ FLAVIA
_opens it against her, and enters to her, followed by a Page_.
_Fla_. Florimel, do you hear the news?
_Flo_. I guess they are in pursuit of Philocles.
_Fla_. When Lysimantes came with the queen's orders,
He refused to render up Candìope;
And, with some few brave friends he had about him,
Is forcing of his way through all the guards.
_Flo_. A gallant fellow!--I'll in, will you with me?--
Hark! the noise comes this way!
_Fla_. I have a message from the queen to Lysimantes.--
I hope I may be safe among the soldiers.
_Flo_. Oh, very safe!--Perhaps some honest fellow in the tumult
may take pity of thy maidenhead, or so.--Adieu! [_Exit_ FLO.
_Page_. The noise comes nearer, madam.
_Fla_. I am glad on't.--This message gives me the opportunity of
speaking privately with Lysimantes.
_Enter_ PHILOCLES _and_ CANDIOPE, _with three Friends,
pursued by_ LYSIMANTES, _and Soldiers_.
_Lys_. What is it renders you thus obstinate? You have no hope of
flight, and to resist is full as vain.
_Phil_. I'll die rather than yield her up.
_Fla_. My lord!
_Lys_. How now? some new message from the queen?--
Retire a while to a convenient distance.
[_To the Soldiers_. LYS. _and_ FLAV. _whisper_.
_Lys_. O Flavia, 'tis impossible! the queen in love with Philocles!
_Fla_. I have suspected it before; but now
My ears and eyes are witnesses.
This hour I overheard her, to Asteria,
Making such sad complaints of her hard fate!--
For my part, I believe, you lead him back
But to his coronation.
_Lys_. Hell take him first!
_Fla_. Presently after this she called for me,
And bid me run, and, with strict care, command you,
On peril of your life, he had no harm:
But, sir, she spoke it with so great concernment,
Methought I saw love, anger, and despair,
All combating at once upon her face.
_Lys_. Tell the queen,--I know not what,
I am distracted so.--
But go, and leave me to my thoughts.--
[_Exit_ FLAVIA.
Was ever such amazing news,
Told in so strange and critical a moment?--
What shall I do?--
Does she love Philocles, who loves not her;
And loves not Lysimantes, who prefers her
Above his life?--What rests, but that I take
This opportunity, which she herself
Has given me, to kill this happy rival!--
Assist me, soldiers!
_Phil_. They shall buy me dearly.
_Cand_. Ah me, unhappy maid!
_Enter _CELADON, _with his Friends, unbuttoned and reeling_.
_Cel_. Courage, my noble cousin! I have brought A band of blades,
the bravest youths of Syracuse; Some drunk, some sober, all resolved
to run Your fortune to the utmost.--Fall on, mad boys!
_Lys_. Hold a little!--I'm not secure of victory against these
desperate ruffians.
_Cel_. No, but I'll secure you! They shall cut your throat
for such another word of them. Ruffians, quoth a'! call gamesters,
whoremasters, and drunkards, ruffians!
_Lys_. Pray, gentlemen, fall back a little.
_Cel_. O ho, are they gentlemen now with you!--Speak first to
your gentlemen soldiers to retire; And then I'll speak to my gentlemen
ruffians. [CEL. _signs to his party_. There's your disciplined
men now.--[_They sign, and the Soldiers retire on both sides_.
Come, gentlemen, let's lose no time: While they are talking, let's
have one merry main before we die, for mortality sake.
_1 Fr_. Agreed! here's my cloak for a table.
_2 Fr_. And my hat for a box.
[_They lie down and throw_.
_Lys_. Suppose I killed him!
'Twould but exasperate the queen the more:
He loves not her, nor knows he she loves him:--
sudden thought is come into my head,--
So to contrive it, that this Philocles,
And these his friends, shall bring to pass that for me,
Which I could never compass.--True, I strain
A point of honour; but then her usage to me--
It shall be so.--
Pray, Philocles, command your soldiers off;
As I will mine: I've somewhat to propose,
Which you perhaps may like.
_Can_. I will not leave him.
_Lys_. 'Tis my desire you should not.
_Phil_. Cousin, lead off your friends.
_Cel_. One word in your ear, coz:--Let me advise you, either make
your own conditions, or never agree with him: his men are poor rogues,
they can never stand before us.
[_Exeunt all but_ Lys. Phil. _and_ Cand.
_Lys_. Suppose some friend, ere night,
Should bring you to possess all you desire;
And not so only, but secure forever
The nation's happiness?
_Phil_. I would think of him,
As some god or angel.
_Lys_. That god or angel you and I may be to one another.
We have betwixt us
An hundred men; the citadel you govern:
What were it now to seize the queen?
_Phil_. O impiety! to seize the queen!--
To seize her, said you?
_Lys_. The word might be too rough,--I meant, secure her.
_Phil_. Was this your proposition?--
And had you none to make it to but me?
_Lys_. Pray hear me out, ere you condemn me!--
I would not the least violence were offered
Her person. Two small grants is all I ask;
To make me happy in herself, and you
In your Candiope.
_Cand_. And will not you do this, my Philocles?--
Nay, now my brother speaks but reason.
_Phil_. Interest makes all seem reason, that leads to it.
Interest, that does the zeal of sects create,
To purge a church, and to reform a state.
_Lys_. In short, the queen hath sent to part you two:--
What more she means to her, I know not.
_Phil_. To her, alas!--Why, will not you protect her?
_Lys_. With you I can; but where's my power alone?
_Cand_. You know she loves me not: You lately heard her,
How she insulted over me: How she
Despised that beauty, which you say I have.--
I see, she purposes my death.
_Phil_. Why do you fright me with it?
'Tis in your brother's power to let us 'scape,
And then you run no danger.
_Lys_. True, I may;
But then my head must pay the forfeit of it.
_Phil_. O wretched Philocles! whither would love
Hurry thee headlong?
_Lys_. Cease these exclamations.
There's no danger on your side: 'tis but to
Live without my sister; resolve that,
And you have shot the gulf.
_Phil_. To live without her! Is that nothing, think you?
The damned in hell endure no greater pain,
Than seeing heaven from far with hopeless eyes.
_Cand_. Candiope must die, and die for you:--
See it not unrevenged at least.
_Phil_. Ha, unrevenged! On whom should I revenge it?--
But yet she dies, and I may hinder it?
'Tis I then murder my Candiope:--
And yet, should I take arms against my queen!
That favoured me, raised me to what I am?--
Alas! it must not be.
_Lys_. He cools again.--[_Aside_.
True, she once favoured you;
But now I am informed.
She is besotted on an upstart wretch
So far, that she intends to make him master
Both of her crown and person.
_Phil_. Knows he that!
Then, what I dreaded most is come to pass.--[_Aside_.
I am convinced of the necessity;
Let us make haste to raze
That action from the annals of her reign:
No motive but her glory could have wrought me.
I am a traitor to her, to preserve her
From treason to herself: Yet heaven knows,
With what a heavy heart
Philocles turns reformer. But have care
This fault of her strange passion take no air.
Let not the vulgar blow upon her fame.
_Lys_. I will be careful:--Shall we go, my lord?
_Phil_. Time wastes apace; each first prepare his men.--
Come, my Candiope. [_Exeunt_ PHIL. _and_ CAND.
_Lys_. This ruins him forever with the queen;
The odium's half his, the profit all my own.
Those who, like me, by others' help would climb,
To make them sure, must dip them in their crime. [_Exit_.
SCENE II.--_The Queen's apartments_.
_Enter Queen and_ ASTERIA.
_Queen_. No more news yet from Philocles?
_Ast_. None, madam, since Flavia's return.
_Queen_. O, my Asteria! if you loved me, sure
You would say something to me of my Philocles!
I could speak ever of him.
_Ast_. Madam, you commanded me no more to name him to you.
_Queen_. Then I command you now, speak of nothing else:--
I charge you here, on your allegiance, tell me
What I should do with him?
_Ast_. When you gave orders that he should be taken,
You seemed resolved how to dispose of him.
_Queen_. Dull Asteria! not to know,
Mad people never think the same thing twice!--
Alas! I'm hurried restless up and down:--
I was in anger once, and then I thought
I had put into shore:
But now a gust of love blows hard against me,
And bears me off again.
_Ast_. Shall I sing the song, you made of Philocles,
And called it _Secret Love_?
_Queen_. Do; for that's all kindness. And while thou singest it,
I can think nothing but what pleases me.
SONG.
_I feed a flame within, which so torments me,
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love if,
That I had rather die, than once remove it.
Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.
Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel:
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me:
To be more happy, I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher_.
_Queen_. Peace!--Methinks I hear the noise
Of clashing swords, and clattering arms below.
_Enter_ FLAVIA.
Now; what news, that you press in so rudely?
_Fla_. Madam, the worst that can be:--
Your guards upon the sudden are surprised,
Disarmed; some slain; all scattered.
_Queen_. By whom?
_Fla_. Prince Lysimantes, and Lord Philocles.
_Queen_. It cannot be; Philocles is a prisoner.
_Fla_. What my eyes saw,--
_Queen_. Pull them out; they are false spectacles.
_Ast_. O, virtue! impotent and blind as fortune!
Who would be good, or pious, if this queen,
Thy great example, suffers!
_Queen_. Peace, Asteria! accuse not virtue;
She has but given me a great occasion
Of showing what I am, when fortune leaves me.
_Ast_. Philocles to do this!
_Queen_. Ay, Philocles!--I must confess 'twas hard!--
But there's a fate in kindness,
Still to be least returned, where most 'tis given.--
Where's Candiope?
_Fla_. Philocles was whispering to her.
_Queen_. Hence, screech-owl!--Call my guards quickly there!--
Put them apart in several prisons!--
Alas! I had forgot, I have no guards,
But those which are my jailors.
Never 'till now unhappy queen!
The use of power, till lost, is seldom known;
Now, I should strike, I find my thunder gone.
[_Exeunt Queen and_ FLAV.
PHILOCLES _enters, and meets_ ASTERIA _going out_.
_Phil_. Asteria, where's the queen?
_Ast_. Ah, my lord! what have you done?
I came to seek you.
_Phil_. Is it from her you come?
_Ast_. No; but on her behalf:--Her heart's too great,
In this low ebb of fortune, to entreat.
_Phil_. Tis but a short eclipse,
Which past, a glorious day will soon ensue.--
But I would ask a favour too from you.
_Ast_. When conquerors petition, they command:
Those, that can captive queens, who can withstand?
_Phil_. She, with her happiness, might mine create;
Yet seems indulgent to her own ill fate:
But she in secret hates me, sure; for why,
If not, should she Candiope deny?
_Ast_. If you dare trust my knowledge of her mind,
She has no thoughts of you that are unkind.
_Phil_. I could my sorrows with some patience bear,
Did they proceed from any one but her:
But from the queen! whose person I adore,
By duty much, by inclination more.
_Ast_. He is inclined already; did he know,
That she loved him, how would his passion grow! [_Aside_.
_Phil_. That her fair hand with destiny combines!
Fate ne'er strikes deep, but when unkindness joins:
For, to confess the secret of my mind,
Something so tender for the queen I find,
That even Candiope can scarce remove,
And, were she lower, I should call it love.
_Ast_. She charged me, not this secret to betray;
But I best serve her, if I disobey.
For, if he loves, 'twas for her interest done;
If not, he'll keep it secret for his own. [_Aside._
_Phil_. Why are you in obliging me so slow?
_Ast_. The thing's of great importance, you would know;
And you must first swear secresy to all.
_Phil_. I swear.
_Ast_. Yet hold; your oath's too general:
Swear that Candiope shall never know.
_Phil_. I swear.
_Ast_. No; not the queen herself.
_Phil_. I vow.
_Ast_. You wonder why I am so cautious grown,
In telling what concerns yourself alone:
But spare my vow, and guess what it may be,
That makes the queen deny Candiope:
'Tis neither heat, nor pride, that moves her mind;
Methinks the riddle is not hard to find.
_Phil_. You seem so great a wonder to intend,
As were, in me, a crime to apprehend.
_Ast_. 'Tis not a crime to know; but would be one,
To prove ungrateful when your duty's known.
_Phil_. Why would you thus my easy faith abuse:
I cannot think the queen so ill would chuse.
But stay, now your imposture will appear;
She has herself confessed she loved elsewhere:
On some ignoble choice has placed her heart,
One, who wants quality, and more, desert.
_Ast_. This, though unjust, you have most right to say;
For, if you'll rail against yourself, you may.
_Phil_. Dull that I was!
A thousand things now crowd my memory.
That make me know it could be none but I.
Her rage was love; and its tempestuous flame,
Like lightning, showed the heaven from whence it came.
But in her kindness my own shame I see;
Have I dethroned her, then for loving me?
I hate myself for that which I have done,
Much more, discovered, than I did unknown.
How does she brook her strange imprisonment?
_Ast_. As great souls should, that make their own content.
The hardest term, she for your act could find,
Was only this, O Philocles, unkind!
Then, setting free a sigh, from her fair eyes
She wiped two pearls, the remnant of wild showers,
Which hung like drops upon the bells of flowers:
And thanked the heavens,
Which better did, what she designed, pursue,
Without her crime, to give her power to you.
_Phil_. Hold, hold! you set my thoughts so near a crown,
They mount above my reach, to pull them down:
Here constancy, ambition there does move;
On each side beauty, and on both sides love.
_Ast_. Methinks the least you can, is to receive
This love with reverence, and your former leave.
_Phil_. Think but what difficulties come between!
_Ast_. 'Tis wondrous difficult to love a queen.
_Phil_. For pity, cease more reasons to provide,
I am but too much yielding to your side;
And, were my heart but at my own dispose,
I should not make a scruple now to chuse.
_Ast_. Then if the queen will my advice approve,
Her hatred to you shall expel her love.
_Phil_. Not to be loved by her as hard would be,
As to be hated by Candiope.
_Ast_. I leave you to resolve while you have time;
You must be guilty, but may chuse your crime.
[_Exit_ ASTERIA.
_Phil_. One thing I have resolved; and that I'll do,
Both for my love, and for my honour too;
But then (ingratitude and falsehood weighed),
I know not which would most my soul upbraid.
Fate shoves me headlong down a rugged way;
Unsafe to run, and yet too steep to stay.
[_Exit_ PHIL.
ACT V.
SCENE I.--_The Court_.
FLORIMEL _in man's habit_.
_Flor_. 'Twill be rare now, if I can go through with it, to outdo
this mad Celadon in all his tricks, and get both his mistresses from
him; then I shall revenge myself upon all three, and save my own stake
into the bargain; for I find I do love the rogue, in spite of all his
infidelities. Yonder they are, and this way they must come. If clothes
and a _bon mien_ will take them, I shall do it.--Save you,
Monsieur Florimel! Faith, me thinks you are a very janty fellow,
_poudré et ajusté_, as well as the best of 'em. I can manage
the little comb; set my hat, shake my garniture, toss about my empty
noddle, walk with a courant slur, and at every step peck down my
head: If I should be mistaken for some courtier now, pray where's the
difference?
_Enter, to her,_ CELADON, OLINDA, _and_ SABINA.
_Olin_. Never mince the matter!
_Sab_. You have left your heart behind with Florimel; we know it.
_Cel_. You know you wrong me: when I am with Florimel, 'tis still
your prisoner, it only draws a longer chain after it.
_Flo_. Is it e'en so! then farewell, poor Florimel! thy
maidenhead is condemned to die with thee.
_Cel_. But let's leave this discourse; 'tis all digression, that
does not speak of your beauties.
_Flo_. Now for me, in the name of impudence!--[_Comes
forward_.] They are the greatest beauties, I confess, that ever I
beheld--
_Cel_. How now, what's the meaning of this young fellow?
_Flo_. And therefore I cannot wonder that this gentleman, who has
the honour to be known to you, should admire you, since I, that am a
stranger--
_Cel_. And a very impudent one, as I take it, sir.
_Flo_. Am so extremely surprised, that I admire, love, am
wounded, and am dying, all in a moment.
_Cel_. I have seen him somewhere, but where I know
not:--Pry'thee, my friend, leave us; dost thou think, we do not know
our way in court?
_Flo_. I pretend not to instruct you in your way; you see I do
not go before you; but you cannot possibly deny me the happiness to
wait upon these ladies; me, who--
_Cel_. Thee, who shalt be beaten most unmercifully, if thou dost
follow them.
_Flo_. You will not draw in court, I hope?
_Cel_. Pox on him, let's walk away faster, and be rid of him.
_Flo_. O, take no care for me, sir! you shall not lose me; I'll
rather mend my pace, than not wait on you.
_Olin_. I begin to like this fellow.
_Cel_. You make very bold here in my seraglio, and I shall find a
time to tell you so, sir.
_Flo_. When you find a time to tell me on't, I shall find a
time to answer you: But, pray, what do you find in yourself so
extraordinary, that you should serve these ladies better than I? Let
me know what 'tis you value yourself upon, and let them judge betwixt
us.
_Cel_. I am somewhat more a man than you.
_Flo_. That is, you are so much older than I:--Do you like a man
ever the better for his age, ladies?
_Sab_. Well said, young-gentleman.
_Cel_. Pish, thee! a young raw creature; thou hast ne'er been
under the barber's hands yet.
_Flo_. No, nor under the surgeon's neither, as you have been.
_Cel_. 'Slife, what would'st thou be at? I am madder than thou
art.
_Flo_. The devil you are! I'll tope with you; I'll sing with you;
I'll dance with you;--I'll swagger with you--
_Cel_. I'll fight with you.
_Flo_. Out upon fighting; 'tis grown so common a fashion, that
a modish man condemns it; a man of garniture and feather is above the
dispensation of the sword.
_Olin_. Uds my life! here's the queen's music just going to us;
you shall decide your quarrel by a dance.
_Sab_. Who stops the fiddles?
_Cel_. Base and treble, by your leaves, we arrest you at these
ladies' suits.
_Flo_. Come on, sirs, play me a jig; you shall see how I'll
baffle him.
DANCE.
_Flo_. Your judgment, ladies.
_Olin_. You, sir; you, sir: This is the rarest gentleman! I could
live and die with him--
_Sab_. Lord, how he sweats! please you, sir, to make use of my
handkerchief?
_Olin_. You and I are merry, and just of an humour, sir;
therefore we two should love one another.
_Sab_. And you and I are just of an age, sir; and therefore,
methinks, we should not hate one another.
_Cel_. Then I perceive, ladies, I am a castaway, a reprobate,
with you: Why, 'faith, this is hard luck now, that I should be no less
than one whole hour in getting your affections, and now must lose 'em
in a quarter of it.
_Olin_. No matter, let him rail; does the loss afflict you, sir?
_Cel_. No, in faith, does it not; for if you had not forsaken me,
I had you: So the willows may flourish, for any branches I shall rob
'em of.
_Sab_. However, we have the advantage to have left you; not you
us.
_Cel_. That's only a certain nimbleness in nature, you women
have, to be first inconstant; but if you had not made the more haste,
the wind was veering too upon my weathercock: The best on't is,
Florimel is worth both of you.
_Flo_. 'Tis like she'll accept of their leavings.
_Cel_. She will accept on't, and she shall accept on't: I think I
know more than you of her mind, sir.
_Enter_ MELISSA.
_Mel_. Daughters, there's a poor collation within, that waits for
you.
_Flo_. Will you walk, musty sir?
_Cel_. No, marry, sir, I will not; I have surfeited of that old
woman's face already.
_Flo_. Begin some frolic, then; what will you do for her?
_Cel_. Faith, I am no dog, to show tricks for her; I cannot come
aloft to an old woman.
_Flo_. Dare you kiss her?
_Cel_. I was never dared by any man. By your leave, old madam--
[_He plucks off her ruff_.
_Mel_. Help! help! do you discover my nakedness?
_Cel_. Peace, Tiffany! no harm! [_He puts on the ruff_.]
Now, Sir, here's Florimel's health to you. [_Kisses her_.
_Mel_. Away, sir!--A sweet young man as you are, to abuse the
gift of nature so!
_Cel_. Good mother, do not commend me so; I am flesh and blood,
and you do not know what you may pluck upon that reverend person of
yours.--Come on, follow your leader.
[_Gives_ FLORIMEL _the ruff; she puts it on_.
_Flo_. Stand fair, mother--
_Cel_. What, with your hat on? Lie thou there;--and thou, too--
[_Plucks off her hat and peruke, and discovers_ FLORIMEL.
_All_. Florimel!
_Flo_. My kind mistresses, how sorry I am, I can do you no
further service! I think I had best resign you to Celadon, to make
amends for me.
_Cel_. Lord! what a misfortune it was, ladies, that the gentleman
could not hold forth to you?
_Olin_. We have lost Celadon too.
_Mel_. Come away; this is past enduring. [_Exeunt_ MEL.
_and_ OLIN.
_Sab_. Well, if ever I believe a man to be a man, for the sake of
a peruke and feather again.--
_Flo_. Come, Celadon, shall we make accounts even? Lord! what
a hanging-look was there? indeed, if you had been recreant to your
mistress, or had forsworn your love, that sinner's face had been but
decent; but, for the virtuous, the innocent, the constant Celadon!
_Cel_. This is not very heroic in you now, to insult over a
man in his misfortunes; but take heed, you have robb'd me of my two
mistresses; I shall grow desperately constant, and all the tempest of
my love will fall upon your head: I shall so pay you!--
_Flo_. Who, you pay me! you are a bankrupt, cast beyond all
possibility of recovery.
_Cel_. If I am a bankrupt, I'll be a very honest one; when I
cannot pay my debts, at least I'll give you up the possession of my
body.
_Flo_. No, I'll deal better with you; since you are unable to
pay, I'll give in your bond.
_Enter_ PHILOCLES _with a commanders staff in his hand,
attended_.
_Phil_. Cousin, I am sorry I must take you from your company
about an earnest business.
_Flo_. There needs no excuse, my lord; we had despatched our
affairs, and were just parting.
_Cel_. Will you be going, sir? sweet sir,--damn'd sir!--I have
but one word more to say to you.
_Flo_. As I am a man of honour, I'll wait on you some other time.
_Cel_. By these breeches,--
_Flo_. Which, if I marry you, I am resolved to wear; put that
into our bargain, and so adieu, sir.
[_Exit_ FLO.
_Phil_. Hark you, cousin,--[_They whisper_. You'll see it
exactly executed; I rely upon you.
_Cel_. I shall not fail, my lord; may the conclusion of it prove
happy to you. [_Exit_ CEL.
PHILOCLES _solus_.
Wheree'er I cast about my wandering eyes,
Greatness lies ready in some shape to tempt me.
The royal furniture in every room,
The guards, and the huge waving crowds of people,
All waiting for a sight of that fair queen,
Who makes a present of her love to me:
Now tell me, Stoick!
If all these with a wish might be made thine,
Would'st thou not truck thy ragged virtue for 'em?
If glory was a bait, that angels swallow'd,
How then should souls allied to sense resist it?
_Enter_ CANDIOPE.
Ah poor Candiope! I pity her,
But that is all.--
_Cand_. O my dear Philocles!
A thousand blessings wait on thee!
The hope of being thine, I think, will put
Me past my meat and sleep with ecstasy,
So I shall keep the fasts of seraphims,
And wake for joy, like nightingales in May.
_Phil_. Wake, Philocles, wake from thy dream of
glory,
'Tis all but shadow to Candiope:
Canst thou betray a love so innocent? [_Aside_.
_Cand_. What makes you melancholick? I doubt,
I have displeased you.
_Phil_. No, my love, I am not displeased with you,
But with myself, when I consider,
How little I deserve you.
_Cand_. Say not so, my Philocles; a love so true as yours,
That would have left a court, and a queen's favour,
To live in a poor hermitage with me,--
_Phil_. Ha! she has stung me to the quick!
As if she knew the falsehood I intended:
But, I thank heaven, it has recall'd my virtue;
[_Aside_.
Oh! my dear, I love you, and you only; [_To her_.
Go in, I have some business for a while;
But I think minutes ages till we meet.
_Cand_. I knew you had; but yet I could not chuse,
But come and look upon you. [_Exit_ CANDIOPE.
_Phil_. What barbarous man would wrong so sweet a virtue!
_Enter the Queen in black, with_ ASTERIA.
Madam, the states are straight to meet; but why
In these dark ornaments will you be seen?
_Queen_. They fit the fortune of a captive queen.
_Phil_. Deep shades are thus to heighten colours set;
So stars in night, and diamonds shine in jet.
_Queen_. True friends should so in dark afflictions shine,
But I have no great cause to boast of mine.
_Phil_. You may have too much prejudice for some,
And think them false, before their trials come.
But, madam, what determine you to do?
_Queen_. I came not here to be advised by you:
But charge you, by that power which once you owned,
And which is still my right, even when unthroned,
That whatsoe'er the states resolve of me,
You never more think of Candiope.
_Phil_. Not think of her! ah, how should I obey!
Her tyrant eyes have forced my heart away.
_Queen_. By force retake it from those tyrant eyes,
I'll grant you out my letters of reprise.
_Phil_. She has too well prevented that design,
By giving me her heart, in change for mine.
_Queen_. Thus foolish Indians gold for glass forego;
'Twas to your loss you prized your heart so low.
I set its value when you were advanced,
And as my favours grew, its rate enhanced.
_Phil_. The rate of subjects' hearts by yours must go,
And love in yours has set the value low.
_Queen_. I stand corrected, and myself reprove;
You teach me to repent my low-placed love:
Help me this passion from my heart to tear!--
Now rail on him, and I will sit and hear.
_Phil_. Madam, like you, I have repented too,
And dare not rail on one, I do not know.
_Queen_. This, Philocles, like strange perverseness shews,
As if whate'er I said you would oppose;
How come you thus concerned for this unknown?
_Phil_. I only judge his actions by my own.
_Queen_. I've heard too much, and you too much have said.
O heavens, the secret of my soul's betrayed!
He knows my love, I read it in his face,
And blushes, conscious of his queen's disgrace.
[_Aside_.
Hence quickly, hence, or I shall die with shame.
[_To him._
_Phil_. Now I love both, and both with equal flame.
Wretched I came, more wretched I retire:
When two winds blow it, who can quench the fire?
[_Exit_ PHILOCLES.
_Queen_. O my Asteria! I know not whom to accuse;
But either my own eyes, or you, have told
My love to Philocles.
_Ast_. Is't possible that he should know it, madam?
_Queen_. Methinks, you ask that question guiltily.
[_Lays her hand on_ ASTERIA'S _shoulder._
Confess, for I will know, what was the subject
Of your long discourse i'th' antichamber with him.
_Ast_. It was business to convince him, madam,
How ill he did, being so much obliged,
To join in your imprisonment.
_Queen_. Nay, now I am confirmed my thought was true;
For you could give him no such reason
Of his obligements, as my love.
_Ast_. Because I saw him much a malecontent,
I thought to win him to your interest, madam,
By telling him it was no want of kindness,
Made your refusal of Candiope.
And he, perhaps--
_Queen_. What of him now?
_Ast_. As men are apt, interpreted my words,
To all the advantage he could wrest the sense,
As if I meant you loved him.
_Queen_. Have I deposited within thy breast
The dearest treasure of my life, my glory,
And hast thou thus betrayed me!
But why do I accuse thy female weakness,
And not my own, for trusting thee!
Unhappy queen, Philocles knows thy fondness,
And needs must think it done by thy command.
_Ast_. Dear madam, think not so.
_Queen_. Peace, peace, thou should'st for ever hold thy tongue:
For it has spoke too much for all thy life. [_To her_.
Then Philocles has told Candiope,
And courts her kindness with his scorn of me.
O whither am I fallen!
But I must rouse myself, and give a stop
To all these ills by headlong passion caused.
In hearts resolved weak love is put to flight,
And only conquers, when we dare not fight.
But we indulge our harms, and, while he gains
An entrance, please ourselves into our pains.
_Enter_ LYSIMANTES.
_Ast_. Prince Lysimantes, madam.
_Queen_. Come near, you poor deluded criminal;
See how ambition cheats you:
You thought to find a prisoner here,
But you behold a queen.
_Lys_. And may you long be so! 'tis true, this act
May cause some wonder in your majesty.
_Queen_. None, cousin, none; I ever thought you
Ambitious, proud, designing.
_Lys_. Yet all my pride, designs, and my ambition,
Were taught me by a master,
With whom you are not unacquainted, madam.
_Queen_. Explain yourself; dark purposes, like yours,
Need an interpretation.
_Lys_. 'Tis love, I mean.
_Queen_. Have my low fortunes given thee
This insolence, to name it to thy queen?
_Lys_. Yet you have heard, love named without offence.
As much below you as you think my passion,
I can look down on yours.
_Queen_. Does he know it too!
This is the extremest malice of my stars! [_Aside_.
_Lys_. You see that princes' faults,
(Howe'er they think them safe from public view)
Fly out thro the dark crannies of their closets:
We know what the sun does,
Even when we see him not, in t'other world.
_Queen_. My actions, cousin, never feared the light.
_Lys_. Produce him, then, your darling of the dark.
For such an one you have.
_Queen_. I know no such.
_Lys_. You know, but will not own him.
_Queen_. Rebels ne'er want pretence to blacken kings,
And this, it seems, is yours: Do you produce him,
Or ne'er hereafter sully my renown
With this aspersion:--Sure he dare not name him.
[_Aside_.
_Lys_. I am too tender of your frame; or else--
Nor are things brought to that extremity:
Provided you accept my passion,
I'll gladly yield to think I was deceived.
_Queen_. Keep in your error still; I will not buy
Your good opinion at so dear a rate,
And my own misery, by being yours.
_Lys_. Do not provoke my patience by such scorns.
For fear I break through all, and name him to you.
_Queen_. Hope not to fright me with your mighty looks;
Know, I dare stem that tempest in your brow,
And dash it back upon you.
_Lys_. Spite of prudence it will out:--'Tis Philocles!
Now judge, when I was made a property
To cheat myself, by making him your prisoner,
Whether I had not right to take up arms?
_Queen_. Poor envious wretch!
Was this the venom that swelled up thy breast?
My grace to Philocles mis-deemed my love!
_Lys_. Tis true, the gentleman is innocent;
He ne'er sinned up so high, not in his wishes;
You know he loves elsewhere.
_Queen_. You mean your sister.
_Lys_. I wish some Sibyl now would tell me,
Why you refused her to him.
_Queen_. Perhaps I did not think him worthy of her.
_Lys_. Did you not think him too worthy, madam?
This is too thin a veil to hide your passion;
To prove you love him not, yet give her him,
And I'll engage my honour to lay down my arms.
_Queen_. He is arrived where I would wish--
[_Aside_.
Call in the company, and you shall see what I will do.
_Lys_. Who waits without there? [_Exit_ LYS.
_Queen_. Now hold, my heart, for this one act of honour,
And I will never ask more courage of thee:
Once more I have the means to reinstate myself into my glory.
I feel my love to Philocles within me
Shrink, and pull back my heart from this hard trial.
But it must be, when glory says it must:
As children, wading from some river's bank,
First try the water with their tender feet;
Then, shuddering up with cold, step back again,
And straight a little further venture on,
Till, at the last, they plunge into the deep,
And pass, at once, what they were doubting long:
I'll make the experiment; it shall be done in haste,
Because I'll put it past my power to undo.
_Enter at one door_ LYSIMANTES, _at the other_ PHILOCLES,
CELADON, CANDIOPE, FLORIMEL, FLAVIA, OLINDA, SABINA, _the three
deputies, and soldiers_.
_Lys_. In arms! is all well, Philocles?
_Phil_. No, but it shall be.
_Queen_. He comes, and with him
The fever of my love returns to shake me.
I see love is not banished from my soul;
He is still there, but is chained up by glory.
_Ast_. You've made a noble conquest, madam.
_Queen_. Come hither Philocles: I am first to tell you,
I and my cousin are agreed; he has
Engaged to lay down arms.
_Phil_. 'Tis well for him he has; for all his party,
By my command, already are surprised,
While I was talking with your majesty.
_Cel_. Yes, 'faith, I have done him that courtesy;
I brought his followers, under pretence of guarding
it, to a strait place, where they are all coupt up
without use of their arms, and may be pelted to
death by the small infantry o'er the town.
_Queen_. 'Twas more than I expected, or could hope;
Yet still I thought your meaning honest.
_Phil_. My fault was rashness, but 'twas full of zeal:
Nor had I e'er been led to that attempt,
Had I not seen, it would be done without me:
But by compliance I preserved the power,
Which I have since made use of for your service.
_Queen_. And which I purpose so to recompence--
_Lys_. With her crown, she means: I knew 'twould come to it.
[_Aside_.
_Phil_. O heavens, she'll own her love!
Then I must lose Candiope for ever,
And, floating in a vast abyss of glory,
Seek and not find myself!--
_Queen_. Take your Candiope; and be as happy
As love can make you both:--How pleased I am,
That I can force my tongue
To speak words, so far distant from my heart!
[_Aside_.
_Cand_. My happiness is more than I can utter!
_Lys_. Methinks I could do violence on myself, for taking arms
Against a queen, so good, so bountiful:
Give me leave, madam, in my ecstasy
Of joy, to give you thanks for Philocles:--
You have preserved my friend, and now he owes not
His fortunes only to your favour; but,
What's more, his life, and, more than that, his love.
I am convinced, she never loved him now;
Since by her free consent, all force removed,
She gives him to my sister.
Flavia was an impostor, and deceived me. [_Aside_.
_Phil_. As for me, madam, I can only say,
That I beg respite for my thanks; for, on a sudden,
The benefit's so great, it overwhelms me.
_Ast_. Mark but the faintness of the acknowledgement.
[_To the Queen, aside_.
_Queen to Ast_.] I have observed it with you, and am pleased,
He seems not satisfied; for I still wish
That he may love me.
_Phil_. I see Asteria deluded me,
With flattering hopes of the queen's love.
Only to draw me off from Lysimantes:
But I will think no more on't.
I'm going to possess Candiope,
And I am ravished with the joy on't!--ha!
Not ravished neither.
For what can be more charming than that queen!
Behold how night sits lovely on her eye-brows,
While day breaks from her eyes! then a crown too:
Lost, lost, for ever lost; and now 'tis gone,
Tis beautiful.--[_Aside_.
_Ant_. How he eyes you still! [_To the queen._
_Phil_. Sure I had one of the fallen angels' dreams;
All heaven within this hour was mine! [_Aside_.
_Cand_. What is it, that disturbs you, dear?
_Phil_. Only the greatness of my joy:
I've ta'en too strong a cordial, love,
And cannot yet digest it.
_Queen_. Tis done!
[_Clapping her hand on_ ASTERIA,
But this pang more, and then a glorious birth.--
The tumults of this day, my loyal subjects,
Have settled in my heart a resolution,
Happy for you, and glorious too for me.
First, for my cousin; tho', attempting on my person,
He has incurred the danger of the laws,
I will not punish him.
_Lys_. You bind me ever to my loyalty.
_Queen_. Then that I may oblige you more to it,
I here declare you rightful successor,
And heir immediate to my crown:
This, gentlemen--[_To the deputies_.
I hope will still my subjects' discontents,
When they behold succession firmly settled.
_Dep_. Heaven preserve your majesty!
_Queen_. As for myself, I have resolved
Still to continue as I am, unmarried:
The cares, observances, and all the duties
Which I should pay an husband, I will place
Upon my people; and our mutual love
Shall make a blessing more than conjugal,
And this the states shall ratify.
_Lys_. Heaven bear me witness, that I take no joy
In the succession of a crown,
Which must descend to me so sad a way.
_Queen_. Cousin, no more; my resolution's past
Which fate shall never alter.
_Phil_. Then I am once more happy;
For, since none must possess her, I am pleased
With my own choice, and will desire no more:
For multiplying wishes is a curse.
That keeps the mind still painfully awake.
_Queen_. Celadon.
Your care and loyalty have this day obliged me;
But how to be acknowledging, I know not,
Unless you give the means.
_Cel_. I was in hope your majesty had forgot me; therefore, if
you please, madam, I'll only beg a pardon for having taken up arms
once to-day against you; for I have a foolish kind of conscience,
which I wish many of your subjects had, that will not let me ask a
recompence for my loyalty, when I know I have been a rebel.
_Queen_. Your modesty shall not serve the turn; ask something.
_Cel_. Then I beg, madam, you will command Florimel never to be
friends with me.
_Flo_. Ask again; I grant that without the queen:
But why are you afraid on't?
_Cel_. Because I am sure, as soon as ever you are, you'll marry
me.
_Flo_. Do you fear it?
_Cel_. No, 'twill come with a fear.
_Flo_. If you do, I will not stick with you for an oath.
_Cel_. I require no oath till we come to church: and then after
the priest, I hope; for I find it will be my destiny to marry thee.
_Flo_. If ever I say a word after the black gentleman for thee,
Celadon--
_Cel_. Then, I hope, you'll give me leave to bestow a faithful
heart elsewhere.
_Flo_. Ay, but if you would have one, you must bespeak it, for I
am sure you have none ready made.
_Cel_. What say you, shall I marry Flavia?
_Flo_. No, she'll be too cunning for you.
_Cel_. What say you to Olinda, then? she's tall, and fair, and
bonny.
_Flo_. And foolish, and apish, and fickle.
_Cel_. But Sabina there's pretty, and young, and loving, and
innocent.
_Flo_. And dwarfish, and childish, and fond, and flippant: If you
marry her sister, you will get may-poles; and if you marry her, you
will get fairies to dance about them.
_Cel_. Nay, then, the case is clear, Florimel; if you take 'em
all from me, 'tis because you reserve me for yourself.
_Flo_. But this marriage is such a bugbear to me! much might be
if we could invent but any way to make it easy.
_Cel_. Some foolish people have made it uneasy, by drawing the
knot faster than they need; but we that are wiser will loosen it a
little.
_Flo_. 'Tis true, indeed, there's some difference betwixt a
girdle and a halter.
_Cel_. As for the first year, according to the laudable custom of
new-married people, we shall follow one another up into chambers,
and down into gardens, and think we shall never have enough of one
another. So far 'tis pleasant enough, I hope.
_Flo_. But after that, when we begin to live like husband and
wife, and never come near one another--what then, sir?
_Cel_. Why, then, our only happiness must be to have one mind,
and one will, Florimel.
_Flo_. One mind, if thou wilt, but pr'ythee let us have two
wills; for I find one will be little enough for me alone. But how, if
those wills should meet and clash, Celadon?
_Cel_. I warrant thee for that; husbands and wives keep their
wills far enough asunder for ever meeting. One thing let us be sure to
agree on, that is, never to be jealous.
_Flo_. No; but e'en love one another as long as we can; and
confess the truth when we can love no longer.
_Cel_. When I have been at play, you shall never ask me what
money I have lost.
_Flo_. When I have been abroad, you shall never enquire who
treated me.
_Cel_. _Item_, I will have the liberty to sleep all night,
without your interrupting my repose for any evil design whatsoever.
_Flo_. _Item_, Then you shall bid me goodnight before you
sleep.
_Cel_. Provided always, that whatever liberties we take with
other people, we continue very honest to one another.
_Flo_. As far as will consist with a pleasant life.
_Cel_. Lastly, whereas the names of husband and wife hold forth
nothing, but clashing and cloying, and dulness and faintness, in their
signification; they shall be abolished for ever betwixt us.
_Flo_. And instead of those, we will be married by the more
agreeable names of mistress and gallant.
_Cel_. None of my privileges to be infringed by thee, Florimel,
under the penalty of a month of fasting nights.
_Flo_. None of my privileges to be infringed by thee, Celadon,
under the penalty of cuckoldom.
_Cel_. Well, if it be my fortune to be made a cuckold, I had
rather thou should'st make me one, than any one in Sicily; and, for my
comfort, I shall have thee oftener than any of thy servants.
_Flo_. Look ye now, is not such a marriage as good as wenching,
Celadon?
_Cel_. This is very good; but not so good, Florimel.
_Queen_. Now set we forward to the assembly.--You promise,
cousin, your consent?
_Lys_. But most unwillingly.
_Queen_. Philocles, I must beg your voice too.
_Phil_. Most joyfully I give it.
_Lys_. Madam, but one word more;--
Since you are so resolved,
That you may see, bold as my passion was,
'Twas only for your person, not your crown;
I swear no second love
Shall violate the flame I had for you,
But, in strict imitation of your oath,
I vow a single life.
_Queen_. Now, my Asteria, my joys are full;
[_To_ ASTERIA.
The powers above, that see
The innocent love I bear to Philocles,
Have given its due reward; for by this means
The right of Lysimantes will devolve
Upon Candiope: and I shall have
This great content, to think, when I am dead,
My crown may fall on Philocles's head.
[_Exeunt_.
EPILOGUE,
WRITTEN BY
A PERSON OF HONOUR.
Our poet, something doubtful of his fate,
Made choice of me to be his advocate,
Relying on my knowledge in the laws;
And I as boldly undertook the cause.
I left my client yonder in a rant,
Against the envious, and the ignorant,
Who are, he says, his only enemies:
But he condemns their malice, and defies
The sharpest of his censurers to say,
Where there is one gross fault in all his play.
The language is so fitted for each part,
The plot according to the rules of art,
And twenty other things he bid me tell you;
But I cried, e'en go do't yourself for Nelly.[A]
Reason with judges, urged in the defence
Of those they would condemn, is insolence;
I therefore wave the merits of his play,
And think it fit to plead this safer way.
If when too many in the purchase share,
Robbing's not worth the danger nor the care;
The men of business must, in policy,
Cherish a little harmless poetry,
All wit would else grow up to knavery.
Wit is a bird of music, or of prey;
Mounting, she strikes at all things in her way.
But if this birdlime once but touch her wings,
On the next bush she sits her down and sings.
I have but one word more; tell me, I pray,
What you will get by damning of our play?
A whipt fanatic, who does not recant,
Is, by his brethren, called a suffering saint;
And by your hands should this poor poet die,
Before he does renounce his poetry,
His death must needs confirm the party more,
Than all his scribbling life could do before;
Where so much zeal does in a sect appear,
'Tis to no purpose, 'faith, to be severe.
But t'other day, I heard this rhyming fop
Say,--Critics were the whips, and he the top;
For, as a top spins more, the more you baste her,
So, every lash you give, he writes the faster.
[Footnote A: The epilogue appears to have been spoken by Nell Gwynn.]
PROLOGUE,
SPOKEN BY MRS BOUTELL TO THE MAIDEN QUEEN, IN MAN'S CLOTHES.
_The following prologue and epilogue occur in the "Covent-Garden
Drollery" a publication which contains original copies of several
of Dryden's fugitive pieces. They appear to have been spoken
upon occasion of the male characters in "The Maiden Queen" being
represented by female performers. From our author's connection both
with the play and with Mrs Reeves, who spoke the epilogue, it is
probable he wrote both that and the prologue; and therefore (although
not much worth preserving) we have here added them. From the reference
to Ravenscroft's play of "The Citizen turned Gentleman," in the last
line of the epilogue, it would seem the prologue and epilogue were
written and spoken in 1672_.
Women, like us, (passing for men,) you'll cry,
Presume too much upon your secrecy.
There's not a fop in town, but will pretend
To know the cheat himself, or by his friend;
Then make no words on't, gallants, 'tis e'en true,
We are condemn'd to look and strut, like you.
Since we thus freely our hard fate confess,
Accept us, these bad times, in any dress.
You'll find the sweet on't: now old pantaloons
Will go as far as, formerly, new gowns;
And from your own cast wigs, expect no frowns.
The ladies we shall not so easily please;
They'll say,--What impudent bold things are these,
That dare provoke, yet cannot do us right,
Like men, with huffing looks, that dare not fight!--
But this reproach our courage must not daunt;
The bravest soldier may a weapon want;
Let her that doubts us still send her gallant.
Ladies, in us you'll youth and beauty find:
All things--but one--according to your mind:
And when your eyes and ears are feasted here,
Rise up, and make out the short meal elsewhere.
EPILOGUE,
SPOKEN BY MRS REEVES TO THE MAIDEN QUEEN, IN MAN'S CLOTHES.
What think you, sirs, was't not all well enough?
Will you not grant that we can strut and huff?
Men may be proud; but faith, for aught I see,
They neither walk, nor cock, so well as we;
And, for the fighting part, we may in time
Grow up to swagger in heroic rhyme;
For though we cannot boast of equal force,
Yet, at some weapons, men have still the worse.
Why should not then we women act alone?
Or whence are men so necessary grown?
Our's are so old, they are as good as none.
Some who have tried them, if you'll take their oaths,
Swear they're as arrant tinsel as their clothes.
Imagine us but what we represent,
And we could e'en give you as good content.
Our faces, shapes,--all's better then you see,
And for the rest, they want as much as we.
Oh, would the higher powers behind to us,
And grant us to set up a female house!
We'll make ourselves to please both sexes then,--
To the men women, to the women men.
Here, we presume, our legs are no ill sight,
And they will give you no ill dreams at night:
In dreams both sexes may their passions ease,
You make us then as civil as you please.
This would prevent the houses joining too,
At which we are as much displeased as you;
For all our women most devoutly swear,
Each would be rather a poor actress here,
Then to be made a Mamamouchi [A] there.
[Footnote A: Alluding to Ravenscroft's play of the "Citizen turned
Gentleman," acted at the Duke's House in 1672 See Vol. IV. pp. 346,
356-7.]
END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.