PLAN. Whence should this kindness come? and on a sudden too?
A strange alteration! She who a day ago Forgot the vows her soul was fetter'd in, And but this morning tempted me to a sin I can scarce think on without fear, should on An instant be careful for my safety, and That from a principle of virtue too!
SCENE V.
_Enter_ INOPHILUS.
INO. Who was that with you, sir, just now?
PLAN. An honest fellow certainly, but one I know not.
INO. An honest fellow call you him?
If he have not rogue writ in great letters in's face, I have no physnomy.[97] Pray, sir, what was His business to you?
PLAN. A message from Andromana Who, out of love, desires me not to go to My father, because something hath put him in A fume against me.
INO. Did the king send for you?
PLAN. He did so.
INO. But upon her entreaty you forbore to go?
PLAN. What then?
INO. Then you are mad, sir.
And tacitly conspire to your own ruin.
Do, take an enemy's advice, and die, the object Both of their joy and scorn. Where are Your senses, sir, or pray, whence springs This friendship of Andromana's? Alas! you should not Measure her malice by the smallness of your own.
She has injur'd you, she knows it, sir; and though At present she enjoys her treachery, she may Soon fall beside it; Ephorbas is not immortal, Nor can she promise to herself security, When you have power to call her ills in question.
Were't nothing else, her safety would make her To plot your death. I hinder you in talking; But pray begone, and when you see your father, Speak boldly to him, or you're gone for ever.
PLAN. I tell thee once again, Inophilus, Since I have said I would not go Both heaven and thee shall want a motive To make me stir one foot. Were danger just Before me, running with open jaws upon me; And had my word been giv'n to remain here, I would be forc'd from life before my place.
INO. Here is a bravery now would make a man Forswear all gallantry! to fool away Your life thus in a humour!-- I met the court just now, sir: as full of whispers, Every man's eyes spoke strong amazement.
My father's sent for, with two other lords, Eubulus and Anamedes; and the Court-gates are lock'd.
Resolve, sir, and command me something, Wherein I may have an occasion to serve you.
PLAN. Then I resolve to do as I am caution'd.
Walk in; I'll tell thee more.
[_Exeunt._
SCENE VI.
_Enter_ EPHORBAS _and_ LIBACER.
EPH. What was his answer, then?
LIB. "Tell him, I am resolv'd I will not come,"
Those were the very words, sir.
EPH. 'Twas very pretty [And] resolute, methinks. If he be grown So stubborn already, the next we must expect Is action.
LIB. But yet he bids me, if you Ask'd why he came not, to find some excuse or other.
EPH. He could find none himself then? Call in The lords: we must be sudden in our execution.
But prythee, one thing more: who was there with him?
LIB. Nobody; But I met going to him young Inophilus; And heard one servant tell another in great haste, Their lord would speak with some o' the captains o' the army.
[_Exit._
SCENE VII.
_Enter_ RINATUS, EUBULUS, _and_ ANAMEDES.
EPH. Sit down, my lords, we have business with you Requires your hands and hearts, both speed and counsel.
Our danger's such, that I could wish't had flown Upon us without warning, for so cross the fates are, Our safety must be bought at such a price, That we must lose what is as dear to us Almost as it. 'Tis Plangus' death or mine Must secure the other's life. Nay, startle not: If I am grown as wearisome to you as To him, your calling is in vain, my lords; Nor shall I labour longer to preserve A life denied me by the gods and you.
But if there's any here who hath a son Brought to these years with so much care and love As mine hath been, think what a grief it is To lose him, and shed one tear with me.
But for that son to plume himself with feathers Pluck'd from his father's wings, would melt one's eyeballs.
Yet Plangus, who hath vizarded his ends with virtue, Finding it useless now, hath thrown it from him, And openly attempts my crown and life.
When mischief's wheel once runs, how fast it speeds Headlong to put in act the blackest deeds!
Were my crown his, had he my life to give, Though he would let me, I would scorn to live.
EUB. Sir, we are called upon a great affair, and if it Be true, the speed of our resolves Shall be as great as it.
Your majesty hath reign'd so happily and long, We will not think a time beyond it.
And such, so great your virtue still hath been, Strangers have been enamour'd, and admir'd it.
Our enemies, that could have wish'd it less, Yet have sat down with envy, nor attempted Aught against you, knowing (I am confident) By such unjust attempts the gods would be Their foes. Methinks 'tis therefore much less likely That Plangus, who hath hitherto been found A miracle of filial piety, and one That we may say was born the heir to all Your virtues, all your goodness, as well as The kingdom; who counts it glory as much To be an honest man as a great prince: I say, for him who, as he is your son, And as we hitherto have found him full Of worth and honour, we cannot but behold As him in whom the spreading hopes of all Iberia grow, and promise to themselves A still green happiness, that ne'er shall know, What autumn or a naked winter means.
For him that hath scarce yet put off Those clothes, which still wear the badges Of the great danger he was in, not for Himself, my liege, but you and us; for had He wish'd the ruin of his father and his country, The Argives would have done that for him, And he not have been call'd in question.
But when we must remember with what wings He flew to meet the torrent, both against The counsel of his friends and his own hopes; How love to you and us spurr'd him on forward To those impossibilities, which nothing But love and valour durst have attempted, Why then, methinks, 'tis strange, yea, very strange, Thus in a moment t' have flung all nature off And all religion; and that, sir, against you, Whom we all well know and think with fear (But our fading hopes spring fresh from Plangus), Must shortly pay your tribute to the grave.
Nor that we doubt your majesty hath cause To apprehend a danger; only 'tis wish'd, Those who inform'd you were examin'd strictly, And Plangus sent for to answer for himself.
Slanders, like mists, still vanish at the sight Of innocents, who bring their lies to light.
EPH. If an oration could have made him clear, No doubt my fears are vain, and we shall lie Still sleeping in security as great And lasting as Plangus and his accomplices Can wish upon us, nor wake till we are bound In the securest chains, death's fetters.
That I am old is true, and Plangus knows it.
He would have catch'd a cannon-bullet sooner Else 'tween his naked hands, than have provok'd My fury: but [old] age hath froze[n] me To an icy numbness: yet shall he know My veins have fire as well as his, and when Incens'd, my eyes shoot as much poison too.
What you allege about his battle 'gainst the Argives As an excuse, it is a proof against him.
Though thieves rob others, yet they fight themselves For those that rob, when strangers set on them, And all unite against a common enemy.
Had Plangus' private interest not held Him to us, no doubt he'd [have] left us naked Of all defence; but an intestine fury, To see the Argives bear away the fruits Of all his labours, all his treasons, Shot him into despair, and made him play A game was almost lost, rather than give all o'er.
Besides, that action hath endear'd him to the people; Gain'd him the soldiers' hearts with so great ease, The danger's nothing in respect o' th' rise He takes from hence to climb up to his ends.
And for the virtue that hath gull'd us all, I'd blush to speak it, that a son of mine Should ever be so base to seek a cloak For what he doth, but that I have disclaim'd All my relations to him, and would adopt A cannibal sooner for a son than he.
The evidence we have is what we wish were less, Then might I hug my Plangus, and he me; But since the Fates and his own ills deny That intercourse, what can remain, But that we should proceed to sentence Speedy as themselves, and stop the ill, which may Strike when 'tis night, or while 'tis call'd to-day?
He knows his guilt too well, and hath denied To come, that so he might be justified: Once disobey'd as father, the next thing Will be rebellion to me as his king.
SCENE VIII.
_Enter_ LIBACER.