The Mad Lover Part 10

Good master _Mars_, that's a foul fault. [_Ex. Prin._ Lucippe.

_Cle._ Fye beast, No more my Brother.

_Si._ Sister, honoured Sister.

_Cle._ Dishonoured fool.

_Si._ I do confess.

_Cle._ Fye on thee.

_Si._ But stay till I deliver.

_Cle._ Let me go, I am asham'd to own thee.

_Si._ Fare ye well then, Ye must ne're see me more.

_Cle._ Why stay dear _Siphax_, My anger's past; I will hear ye speak.

_Si._ O Sister!

_Cle._ Out with it Man.

_Si._ O I have drunk my mischief.

_Cle._ Ha? what?

_Si._ My destruction.

In at mine eyes I have drunk it; O the Princess, The rare sweet Princess!

_Cle._ How fool? the rare Princess?

Was it the Princess that thou said'st?

_Si._ The Princess.

_Cle._ Thou dost not love her sure, thou darst not.

_Si._ Yes by Heaven.

_Cle._ Yes by Heaven? I know thou darst not.

The Princess? 'tis thy life the knowledge of it, Presumption that will draw into it all thy kindred, And leave 'em slaves and succourless; the Princess?

Why she's a sacred thing to see and wors.h.i.+p, Fixt from us as the Sun is, high, and glorious, To be ador'd not doted on; desire things possible, Thou foolish young man, nourish not a hope Will hale thy heart out.

_Si._ 'Tis my destinie, And I know both disgrace and death will quit it, If it be known.

_Cle._ Pursue it not then, _Siphax_, Get thee good wholesome thoughts may nourish thee, Go home and pray.

_Si._ I cannot.

_Cle._ Sleep then, _Siphax_, And dream away thy doting.

_Si._ I must have her, Or you no more your Brother; work _Cleanthe_, Work, and work speedily, or I shall die Wench.

_Cle._ Dye then, I dare forget; farewel.

_Si._ Farewel Sister.

Farewel for ever, see me buried.

_Cle._ Stay.

Pray stay: he's all my brothers: no way _Siphax_, No other Woman?

_Si._ None, none, she or sinking.

_Cle._ Go and hope well, my life I'le venture for thee And all my art, a Woman may work miracles; No more, pray heartily against my fortunes, For much I fear a main one.

_Si._ I shall do it. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._

_Enter a Priestess of_ Venus _and a Boy_.

_Pri._ Find him by any means; and good child tell him He has forgot his old friend, give him this, And say this night without excuse or business, As ever he may find a friend, come to me, He knows the way and how, begon.

_Boy._ I gallop. [_Exit Boy._

_Enter_ Cleanthe.

_Cle._ I have been looking you.

_Pri._ The fair _Cleanthe_, What may your business be?

_Cle._ O holy Mother Such business, of such strange weight, now or never.

As ye have loved me, as ye do or may do, When I shall find a fit time.

_Pri._ If by my means Your business may be fitted; ye know me, And how I am tyed unto you; be bold Daughter To build your best hopes.

_Cle._ O but 'tis a strange one, Stuck with as many dangers--

_Pri._ There's the working, Small things perform themselves and give no pleasures; Be confident, through death I'le serve.

_Clea._ Here.

_Pri._ Fye no corruption.

_Cle._ Take it; 'tis yours, And goodness is no gall to th' Conscience, I know ye have ways to vent it: ye may hold it.