Olin. They should not be; their lives and their opinions, Like brightest purest flames, should still burn upwards. To me, s.r? [Clarange delivers a letter. Friar. I do not like these cross points. I'm nearest to myself: What I have plotted Play to betray your game? Mark but this letter! 'Lady, I'm coine to claim your noble promise: [Reads. 'If you be mistress of your word, you're mine; 'I'm fast return'd. Your riddle is dissolv'd 35, ' And I attend your faith. Your humble servant, Clarange.' Is this the friar that saw him dead? what Contempt I hear it! in a wilderness I durst encounter it, and would, but that Olin. I'll steer the same course with you. 'Would I were in Heaven, or a thousand miles That I might not blush to look on her! Enter Dorilaus, Calista, and Olinda. Dor. You Behold this preparation, and the enemies Who are to fight against your life; yet if You bring no witness here, that may convince [hold up you Of breach of faith to your lord's bed, and Cul. How confirm'd I am here, whatsoever fate falls on me, Of my dear lord (to whose sad memory 35 Your riddle is DISSolv'd.] This confirms, we apprehend, the conjecture offered in p. 257. But should not we read here, your riddle is REsolv'd.' And courted with felicity 36; that drew on me, With other helps of nature, as of fortune, The envy, not the love, of most that knew me; This made me to presume too much, perhaps Olin. Oh, best friend! My honour's at the stake too; for- The king! Enter King, Lemure, and Attendants. Lem. Sir, if you please to look upon The prisoner, and the many services Her father hath done for you~~ [holding, King. We must look on The cause, and not the persons. Yet beWith an impartial eye, th'excelling beauties Of this fair lady, (which we did believe Upon report, but till now never saw 'em) It moves a strange kind of compassion in me. Let us survey you nearer! She's a book To be with care perus'd; and 'tis my wonder, If such mishapen guests as Lust and Murder, At any price, should ever find a lodging In such a beauteous inn! Mistake us not; Tho' we admire the outward structure, if The rooms be foul within, expect no favour. I were no man, if I could look on beauty Distress'd, without some pity; but no king, If any superficial gloss of feature [tice. Could work me to decline the course of jusBut to the cause, Cleander's death! what proofs Can you produce against her? Ber. Royal sir, [build My bodily oath, the first night of admittance Into her ladyship's service, on her slippers, (That was the book) to serve her will in all things, And to know no religion but her pleasure, To do my function, in conveyance of Clari. That's coarse; her ageut, sir. there is No punishment due for your agentship? Being my better, for adultery, And I'll endure the mulct impos'd on bawds, Call it by the worst name. Cal, Live I to hear this? King, Take her aside. Your answer to this, lady. Cal. Heav'n grant me patience! To be thus confronted (Oh, pardon, royal sir, a woman's passion !) By one (and this the worst of my misfortunes) That was my slave, but never to such ends, sir, Would give a statue motion into fury. 36 Courted with felicity.] The whole sense of the passage calls manifestly for a change of, Courted with felicity, Into Sported with felicity.' Sympson. Courted with felicity' is here used (rather licentiously) for 'courted by felicity,' gives very good sense, and calls for no change. Let my past life, my actions, nay intentions, In that she urges, then I will confess A guilty cause. The people's voice, which is The voice of truth, my husband's tenderness In his affection to me, (that, no dotage, But a reward of humbleness) the friendship Echo'd thro' France between him and Lisander, [sence, All make against her. For him in his ab- At midnight conf'rence with him; but if he The shame I suffer for him, with the loss Enter Lisunder and Alcidon. Of women's pureness! King, Tho' we hold her such, Thou hast express'd thyself a desp'rate fool, Lis. I came prepar'd for't, And offer up a guilty life to clear [to; Her innocence: The oath she took, I swear [Aside. How came your sword into this steward's Stand forth. [hands? Malf I have heard nothing that you spake : Enter Leon, Servants, and Guard. His fear will kill him. [Malf. carried off. Dor. Sir, 'twas my ambition, Cleander's murderer; in a wood I heard him, The foulness of it, (for which I know justly die thou Leon. But one word more, sir, And I have done: I was by accident where Alc. This I will swear too; For I was not far off. Dor. They have alledg'd As much to wake your sleeping mercy, sir, King. The criminal judge shall sentence These to their merits. With mine own hand, lady, I take you from the bar, and do myself [Leon and Clarinda taken away guarded. All. Long live the King! King. And, to confirm you stand high in our favour, And as some recompence for what you have Cal. Sir, I dare not doubt Dor. My good genius. Did prompt her to it. Lem. At your feet thus prostrate, I second her petition. Alc. Never king Pour'd forth his mercy on a worthier subject. Ber. To witness my repentance, for the King. Clarangè! Dor. With a shaven crown ? Clara. Look on thy rival-your late ser vant, madam, But now devoted to a better mistress, me: I here deliver up my interest in her 37, I simply thus surrender. Heretofore, I Dor. A suit soon ended! Clura. And joining thus your hands, (【 know both willing) may do in the church my friar's office In marrying you. Lid. The victory is yours, sir. King. It is a glorious one, and well sets off Our scene of mercy. To the dead we tender Our sorrow; to the living, ample wishes Of future happiness. Tis a King's duty To prove himself a father to his subjects; And I shall hold it, if this will succeed, A meritorious and praise-worthy deed. [Exeunt. 37 Interest to her.] Former editions. EPILOGUE. STILL doubtful, and perplex'd too, whether Hath doue Fletcher right in this history, [he The Poet sits within; since he must know it, He, with respect, desires that you would shew it By some accustom'd sign; if from our action, Or his endeavours, you meet satisfaction, With ours he hath his ends; we hope the best, To make that certainty in you doth rest. A COMEDY. The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner ascribe this play to Fletcher alone. In the year 1700, Sir John Vanbrugh altered it, at the desire of Mr. Dryden, for whose benefit it was then represented at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane. Mr. Dryden added to it a Prologue, Epilogue, Dialogue, and Masque, which were the last productions of his Muse. The Play, with Vanbrugh's alterations, hath been performed at Covent-Garden Theatre within a very few years past. It was acted at Drury-Lane Theatre also, while under Mr. Garrick's management. The Pilgrim was originally printed in the folio of 1647. May wait Enter Alphonso, Curio, and Seberto. Curio. SIGNOR Alphonso, ye're too rug ged to her, Believe't, too full of harshness. Alph. Yes, it seems so! Seb. A father of so sweet a child, so happy, Can any wind blow rough, upon a blossom Alph. All this is but prating: Let her be rul'd; let her observe my humour; en: I am her father; I begot her, bred her, Curio. No doubt, you may compel her; 1 man? upon this will of yours! as com Such forcings ever end in hates and ruins None of your piec'd companions, your pin'd Is't not a mettled man, fit for a woman? Seb. I grant you, Roderigo is all these, And a brave gentleman: Must it therefore follow Upon necessity she must dote upon him? Fitters.] See note 35 on The Custom of the Country. |