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| Character | Philaster?Arethusa??? | |
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| Scene type / Who are | Lovers, Friends | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Year | 1610 | |
| Period | Any | |
| Genre | Romance, Tragedy, Drama, Comedy | |
| Description | Philaster and Arethusa profess their love | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 2 | |
Summary
The story is set in the Kingdom of Sicily. The king's father, the king of Naples, had conquered the Kingdom of Sicily, banished its royal house, and imposed his rule. Philaster is the heir of that house and rightful heir of the Kingdom of Sicily. He now lives in the King's royal court and is widely liked by the populace. The King, not having any male heir, is worried about his succession. He plans to have his daughter Arethusa marry a Spanish prince, Pharamond, and make him his heir. Arethusa, however, is in love with Philaster who loves her as well.
In this scene Arethusa confesses her love to Philaster who is in turn surprised and at the same time happy about it.
In this scene Arethusa confesses her love to Philaster who is in turn surprised and at the same time happy about it.
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| [Enter Philaster] Are Oh! 'tis well: Withdraw your self. Phi Madam, your messenger Made me believe, you wisht to speak with me. Are 'Tis true Philaster, but the words are such, I have to say, and do so ill beseem The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known That I have ought detracted from your worth? Have I in person wrong'd you? or have set My baser instruments to throw disgrace Upon your vertues? Phi Never Madam you. Are Why then should you in such a publick place, Injure a Princess and a scandal lay Upon my fortunes, fam'd to be so great: Calling a great part of my dowry in question. Phi Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be Foolish: but for your fair and vertuous self, I could afford my self to have no right To any thing you wish'd. Are Philaster, know I must enjoy these Kingdoms. Phi Madam, both? Are Both or I die: by Fate I die Philaster, If I not calmly may enjoy them both. Phi I would do much to save that Noble life: Yet would be loth to have posterity Find in our stories, that Philaster gave His right unto a Scepter, and a Crown, To save a Ladies longing. Are Nay then hear: I must, and will have them, and more. Phi What more? Are Or lose that little life the gods prepared, To trouble this poor piece of earth withall. Phi Madam, what more? Are Turn then away thy face. Phi No. Are Do. Phi I cannot endure it: turn away my face? I never yet saw enemy that lookt So dreadful, but that I thought my self As great a Basilisk as he; or spake So horribly, but that I thought my tongue Bore Thunder underneath, as much as his: Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then Begin to fear sweet sounds? a Ladies voice, Whom I do love? Say you would have my life, Why, I will give it you; for it is of me A thing so loath'd, and unto you that ask Of so poor use, that I shall make no price If you intreat, I will unmov'dly hear. Are Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. Phi I do. Are Then know I must have them and thee. Phi And me? Are Thy love: without which, all the Land Discovered yet, will serve me for no use, But to be buried in. Phi Is't possible? Are With it, it were too little to bestow On thee: Now, though thy breath doth strike me dead (Which know it may) I have unript my breast. Phi Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts, To lay a train for this contemned life, Which you may have for asking: to suspect Were base, where I deserve no ill: love you! By all my hopes I do, above my life: But how this passion should proceed from you So violently, would amaze a man, that would be jealous. Are Another soul into my body shot, Could not have fill'd me with more strength and spirit, Than this thy breath: but spend not hasty time, In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods, The gods, that make me so; and sure our love Will be the nobler, and the better blest, In that the secret justice of the gods Is mingled with it. Let us leave and kiss, Lest some unwelcome guest should fall betwixt us, And we should part without it. Phi 'Twill be ill I should abide here long. Are 'Tis true, and worse You should come often: How shall we devise To hold intelligence? That our true lovers, On any new occasion may agree, what path is best to tread? Phi I have a boy sent by the gods, I hope to this intent, Not yet seen in the Court; hunting the Buck, I found him sitting by a Fountain side, Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, And paid the Nymph again as much in tears; A Garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the bay, Stuck in that mystick order, that the rareness Delighted me: but ever when he turned His tender eyes upon 'um, he would weep, As if he meant to make 'um grow again. Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story; He told me that his Parents gentle dyed, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave him roots; and of the Crystal springs, Which did not stop their courses: and the Sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light, Then took he up his Garland and did shew, What every flower as Country people hold, Did signifie: and how all ordered thus, Exprest his grief: and to my thoughts did read The prettiest lecture of his Country Art That could be wisht: so that, me thought, I could Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him, Who was glad to follow; and have got The trustiest, loving'st, and the gentlest boy, That ever Master kept: Him will I send To wait on you, and bear our hidden love. |
