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Polydamas, Usurper of Sicily.
Palmyra, daughter to the Usurper.
SCENE I.—Walks near the Court.*
Enter Doralice and Beliza.
Dor. Beliza, bring the lute into this arbour; the walks are empty: I would try the song the princess Amalthea bade me learn.
[They go in, and sing.
Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
When passion is decayed?
'Till our love was loved out in us both;
'Twas pleasure first made it an oath.
If I have pleasures for a friend,
Andfurther love in store,
'Tis a madness that he
Should be jealous of me,
Or that I should bar him of another:
For all we can gain,
Is to give ourselves pain,
When neither can hinder the other.
Enter Palamede, in a riding-habit, and hears the Song. Re-enter Doralice andBzLizA.
Bel. Madam, a stranger.
Dor. I did not think to have had witnesses of my bad singing.
Pala. If I have erred, madam, I hope you'll pardon the curiosity of a stranger; for I may well call myself so, after five years absence from the court: but you have freed me from one error.
Dor. What's that, I beseech you?
Pala. I thought good voices, and ill faces, had been inseparable; and that to be fair, and sing well, had been only the privilege of angels.
Dor. And how many more of these fine things can you say to me?
Pala. Very few, madam; for if I should continue to see you some hours longer, you look so killingly, that I should be mute with wonder.
Dor. This will not give you the reputation of a wit with me. You travelling monsieurs live upon the stock you have got abroad, for the first day or two: to repeat with a good memory, and apply with a good grace, is all your wit; and, commonly, your gullets are sewed up, like cormorants. When you have regorged what you have taken in, you are the leanest things in nature.
Pala. Then, madam, I think you had best make that use of me; let me wait on you for two or three days together, and you shall hear all I have learnt of extraordinary in other countries; and one thing which I never saw'till I came home, that is, a lady of a better voice. better face, and better wit, than any I have seen abroad. And, after this, if I should not declare myself most passionately in love with you, I should have less wit than yet you think I have
Dor, A very plain, and pithy declaration. I see, sir, you have been travelling in Spain or Italy, or some of the hot countries, where men come to the point immediately. But are you sure these are not words of course? For I would not give my poor heart an occasion of complaint against me, that I engaged it too rashly, and then could not bring it off.
Pala. Your heart may trust itself with me safely; I shall use it very civilly while it stays, and never turn it away, without fair warning to provide for itself.
Dor. First, then, I do receive your passion with as little consideration, on my part, as ever you gave it me, on yours. And now, see what a miserable wretch you have made yourself!
Palo. Who, I miserable? Thank you for that. Give me love enough, and life enough, and I defy Fortune.
Dor. Know, then, thou man of vain imagination, know, to thy utter confusion, that I am virtuous.
Pala. Such another word, and I give up the ghost.
Dor. Then, to strike you quite dead, know that I am married too.
Pala* Art thou married? O thou damnable virtuous woman!
Dor. Yes, married to a gentleman; young, handsome, rich, valiant, and with all the good qualities that will make you despair, and hang yourself.
Pala. Well, in spite of all that, I'll love you: For